Mistaken Identity - Sex Stories

Mistaken Identity

... her lips tantalisingly. "I must say that flower you're wearing really suits you, Gloria." Why thank you, Michael," she purred sweetly, in a husky voice. "Do you know what it's called?" "Nope, can't say I do." "Mariposa." As she slid closer to him on the bench, he picked up a musk and orange fragrance. "It also happens to be the slang word in Spanish for..." she dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper..."a gay man!" They crossed the square together and headed for Michael's hotel, three blocks away. The doorman nodded courteously as they entered and Michael was thrilled to feel this glamorous young woman take his arm as they went up the carpeted entrance steps. Within moments, a waiter was by their side to take their order as they seated themselves on a corner sofa, in front of the cooling draft from a big window which overlooked the street. An old-fashioned fan revolved overehead. "So what have you got planned for this afternoon, Gloria?" "I'm meeting a girlfriend over at the Botanical Gardens. You?" "Not a lot. I thought I might try one of the museums, or maybe go up the Marti tower." He didn't dare tell her that he'd rather take her up to his room and spend the afternoon fucking her. At that point the drinks arrived. Very soon Michael had ordered a second round. Gloria stretched out her gazelle-like legs, lay back on the sofa and closed her eyes, allowing him to take a long look at her magnificent breasts for the first time. Her huge black nipples were clearly visible ...

... through the thin cotton of the T-shirt and she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. She caught him peeping as she opened her eyes, smiled and jiggled them provocatively for him. The nipples hardened with the contact of the cotton. In their discreet hideaway corner, he so much wanted to slip his hand under her T-shirt to fondle those beautiful globes. He was already half-hard. "Honey, I'm going to have to find the little girls' room," she said coyly, clamping her thighs together as if she was about to wet herself. "Which way is it?" "I think you'll find it's just beyond the lifts." As she rose to get up, he quickly added: "Tell you what, Gloria: why don't we go up to my room? You could use the bathroom and freshen up before you go off to meet your girlfriend. I might even make us a couple of rum cocktails - I've got a bottle of Havana Club stashed up there!" She was on her fleet in a flash and they headed for the lift, hand-in-hand. While Michael mixed their Cuba Libres, Gloria slipped into the bathroom. He heard her using the toilet and then she called out, "Michael - would it be OK if I took a quick shower; it might cool me down?" "Of course." He switched on the air conditioning. It certainly was a quick shower. Within five minutes she was standing resplendent in the bathroom doorway, hands on hips, with a white bath towel wrapped around her waist, sarong-style. Her long hair was down now, but the mariposa flower was still behind her ear. And she was topless. "You like?" He gazed ...