[MF] [Cheating] I wasn’t going to London (part 2)

*Reposting due to breaking the rules regarding adding links inside the body – will add a link to part 1 in the comments*
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**Previously:** I lied to my girlfriend that I was going to London on business, before flying to Sicily to meet a girl from Snapchat while she was holidaying there. As soon as I got to her hotel room, we ended up in bed together. I woke up the next morning to texts from my girlfriend, as my phone’s GPS had given away my true location…

**Too Long;Where’s The Sex?** If you don’t want to read the follow up to the end of part 1, or about the day that followed it, simply search for “Later that evening” – you’ll get straight to the good part.
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I sat up on my side of the bed, staring at the floor at first, then up at the bedside clock. It was 8am in the morning. The most accusing of texts, the one in which my girlfriend had blown my cover by exposing my own stupidity in leaving GPS enabled on my phone, arrived at 4am. I wondered why she’d been up that late. Had she been worried about me because I was too busy fucking to tell her I’d arrived in “London”? Had it kept her up all night? Or had she simply woken to go to the toilet and decided to check up?

Whatever, she’d been waiting for a reply for four hours now, and I didn’t have one to give her. How was I supposed to explain that I was 2,000 miles away from where she expected to see my little blue dot when she opened the app?

I felt a movement behind me, as my new friend stirred in her sleep. I turned to look at her, and noted the covers had fallen away, exposing her back and perfect ass to me. Both of us were naked, having simply fallen asleep that way after our marathon “hello” the previous night, during which I came in both her mouth and her pussy, and she had several satisfying orgasms of her own. My eyes fixed onto her ass and I found myself wondering if I might get to go three for three at some point.

I got up to go to the bathroom. When I returned to the main room, she wasn’t in bed any more. She was on the other side of the room, pulling out the bra that was peeking out from her suitcase, and matching undies. She also had a glass of water in her hand, and she used it to wash down a tablet that was on the nightstand.

“You OK?”

She looked up at me as she clasped the bra around her back, and smiled. “Morning after pill”, she told me. “Feeling you cum inside me was fucking hot, but I’m not on anything. Gotta deal with it.”

I nodded, then walked over and kissed her. This kiss didn’t last as long nor share the same passion as those we’d shared the night before. Very much a “good morning” kiss. As we broke apart, I walked back to the bedside table to fetch my phone.

“We have a problem.” I explained what had happened, and how she’d caught me. My friend pursed her lips and tapped at them with two fingers as she thought through the problem.

“Tell her it was stolen. I’ve got my laptop, you can send her an e-mail explaining you were mugged or something.”

I wasn’t sure about that. “And then what, they fled to the Mediterranean with their ill-gotten gains?”

“You got any better ideas?”

I had to admit I didn’t. “Fine. Give me your laptop.” I logged into my e-mail and wove the best web of lies I could manage while the smell of fresh coffee filled the air as my friend brewed something to help me think a little quicker.

*Hey babe,*
*I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you I got here. I got to my hotel room and unpacked my things, then went out to get something to eat. On my way back I was on a call about today’s plan and this kid snatched my phone as he rode past on a bike. There was nothing I could do.*

*Why it’s showing up in Sicily now I have no idea, unless they left the country with it? But I guess it’s good to know. I was at the police station reporting it pretty late, and I just fell asleep as soon as I got in. I’ll let them know where it ended up, for all the good it’ll do. I’ve already used the hotel phone to get hold of the network. I couldn’t call you as I can’t exactly Google your number and I don’t have my contact list on the laptop. The network sending me a new one to pick up from a shop near here tomorrow.*

*I’ve got to go to work soon. I’ll e-mail you again when I get back to the hotel. You know I couldn’t take my laptop or phone with me anyway. Security, blah blah blah.*

*See you tomorrow night. Love you x*

I hit send, and closed the lid. I had to hope she’d buy it. It’s not like I could change the cover story if I didn’t. As I’d been writing, my friend had gotten dressed. She looked picture perfect in a green dress that hung off her figure just right, paired with a matching clutch bag into which she’d somehow packed everything she’d need for the day. I’ll never understand how women need so much stuff and yet manage to fit it in such a small bag.

She looked me up and down and a wry smirk crossed her face. “I’d like to go for breakfast, but you’re a little underdressed.” – by which she meant naked. In all the panic about trying to regain my cover back home, I’d neglected to… well… cover myself here. I rectified this, and we went downstairs.

Breakfast was the beginning of a fairly normal day. We hung out, we saw sights, we held hands and swung them in an exaggerated arc – we acted like a couple would act, I suppose. Perhaps unwisely, we took selfies at tourist spots, and she put them on her Snapchat story – after pasting emojis over our faces and captioning them with “Look who came to visit!”

I was having such a good time that I stopped thinking about whether the e-mail I’d sent was going to work. My phone remained with me now, location services very definitely disabled. I guess if she checked now, my battery had probably run out. I’d know if she replied. We were into mid-afternoon now, and nothing yet.

As evening drew in, we went for dinner at a restaurant not too far from the hotel. After we ordered, she excused herself and went to the bathroom. As I sipped on my Jack and coke, my phone buzzed. Was this the moment where I found out if my fresh attempt to deceive had worked? I flicked the screen on. It was a Snapchat from…. the girl who’d been sat opposite me a minute earlier?

A purple square appeared next to her name, and I tapped it. The first picture I saw was a black screen which just said “I wanted to tease you like I did before you got here.” Tap. The next screen was black again; “I remembered the dare you gave me. I trust this will do?” I remembered the dare too, and tapped. The third snap was her legs, covered by the green dress. Then she spread them, and as the dress began to ride up her legs, she pulled it up further to reveal nothing underneath, as the camera zoomed in on her beautifully trimmed pussy. A finger entered the frame and lightly stroked up the middle.

I’d dared her weeks earlier to sneak off to the toilet when she was out one night and send me a snap just like this – and not only had she fulfilled the dare, she’d waited until we were together, *and* she’d been going commando all day. I had to hold my hands up – well played.

“Seen something you like?”

I was still staring at my phone as she sat back down. “Something so good to eat it should be on the menu here”, I answered back – before realising how terrible a line it was as she giggled and rolled her eyes. Halfway through our main course, I excused myself to go to the little boy’s room, and promptly sent her a snap of me unzipping and pulling my cock out. Two can play at this game. The remainder of our meal passed without incident, and it was time to return to our room.
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**Later that evening…**

We were both a little buzzed off wine and spirits as we made the short walk to the hotel. She pulled my arm around her and rested her head on my shoulder as we walked through the front door, through the lobby and got into the lift.

As the door dinged shut, I kissed her. We embraced passionately for the few seconds it would take the lift to reach our floor, almost missing that it *had* arrived as the door slid open. Only when it announced it was heading for another floor did I come to my senses and smack the door hold button to allow us to escape.

I needed the bathroom again when I got upstairs, so that’s where I headed as we got through our room door. When I re-emerged, I found her leaning on the balcony, taking in the dimly lit view over the island and out towards the beach. You’ve seen what this looks like in a hundred movies. It’s even better in reality.

I hugged into her from behind, and began to plant gentle kisses on her neck. She pulled her hand back and wrapped it round my head as I mixed the light pecks with nibbles and bites. As my hands wandered across her body and into her dress, groping at her ample breasts, she held my head with one hand while her other found it’s way to my jeans, rubbing my growing cock through the fabric.

The perfectness of the moment and the cool night air combined made us both hungry for a repeat of the previous night. I ran a hand down her stomach, across her belly button and down, across her smooth crotch and down to her damp pussy. I rubbed softly along it and she moaned into my ear as I slipped a finger inside.

She gripped the balcony to steady herself as I hugged her back into me with one hand and worked my finger, then a second, into her from behind. Her orgasm gripped my fingers quickly this time, accelerated perhaps by our situation. On our balcony we could be seen. We could be heard. We didn’t know if anyone *was* watching or listening, but what a show if they were.

She reached behind her again and unbuttoned my jeans as I lifted the back of her dress and rested it on the small of her back. She knew what she wanted, and she turned her head to look at back at me as she bent forward slightly, arcing her back and sticking her ass out, almost proudly showing my target to me.

I slid into her wetness easily, and slowly began to fuck her from behind on our balcony. Our moans were softer this time. It still felt as tight, and as incredible as the night before but with one key issue – from behind has always been a weakness of mine. This could be over quickly. The next words I heard didn’t help.

“Don’t cum inside me.”

“Cum insid… little early for trying to get me finished, I’ve only just started!” Of *course* I’d mentally tuned out “don’t.”

She smirked. “I said *don’t*.” A moan escaped her lips before she continued in broken sentences interrupted by sighs and heavy breathing. “Only bought one pill. Just had to… ohh fuck… feel you inside me. Did… mmm… promise. Done it now. Pull out. I’ll take care of it.”

She was right. We spent a lot of our Snapchats pretending I was coming inside her when I sent her the “grand finale” snaps, often captioned appropriately, and she did say I’d get to do it for real at least once. I felt a pang of disappointment that it was, apparently, a one-off. Surely you could get another pill from somewhere around here? I had read that you weren’t supposed to make a habit of them, though. I should probably do as she asked.

We stayed out here on the balcony for a while. I sawed in and out of her, and I began to lose myself in the moment and forget her request. As time ticked on, my weakness for this position began to tell as I looked down and watched her ass bouncing back and forth against me. Somewhere in the middle of all this I’d decided to take a rest and she’d started to do the work. I felt a familiar sensation building as her ass rocked back and forth. My breath shortened. She noticed immediately.

“Don’t.”

Shorter still. I began to moan involuntary. I knew what I had to do, but I couldn’t. This felt too fucking good. It looked too fucking good. She’d told me I couldn’t do it. That just made it more taboo. More hot. More…. “oh fuck. I can’t pull out. You’re too fucking tight. You’re too fuc…. oh fuuuck. I’m so close.”

“Don’t you *fucking* dare.”

This wasn’t fake pleading to sound sexy. She meant this. I had to do what she said, if it was the last thing I did. If I came inside her it *would* be the last thing I did (but what a way to go). As I began to withdraw she accidentally pushed back against me out of habit, keeping me inside. One more move and this was ending the way she told me it couldn’t. Hot, thick cum was racing towards my head. Any second now, it would fill her.

Realising her mistake, she pulled herself forward and I popped free just as the first rope burst from my pulsing cock. It landed halfway up her back, staining her dress. She turned 180 and dropped to her knees just in time to catch the second release on her face. She put me into her mouth, and milked the rest with her lips and tongue. She swallowed, as she had 24 hours previous, but there was no sensual trip back up to kiss me. She was *pissed*.

“What the fuck was that? I told you NOT to fucking cum there and you refused to pull out?!”

“I tried to pull out and you fucking backed into me! And you don’t tell a guy not to cum inside you when he’s already inside you. You just made it hotter to do EXACTLY THAT!”

Her face softened. “Fine. We both almost fucked up. I’m sorry. I have to be able to trust you. I don’t want to insist on a condom.”

“Yeah, I get that. I’m sorry. You just made it so forbidden, and therefore hot, and you’re so tight and…. we were on the balcony and… oh fucking hell, *we’re on the balcony*.” In the heat of the moment and the ensuing argument, we forgot we were potentially letting four floors either direction hear this play out publicly. We retreated inside.

We talked for a little longer – nothing that needs repeating here, and then it was time for bed – to sleep, this time. No round two tonight. Tomorrow afternoon, I would fly home. I wondered what the morning might bring.
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While she cleaned her teeth and freshened up again in the bathroom, I checked my phone. While I’d been almost knocking my friend up on the balcony, I’d received a text message.

*I know you’re lying to me. I know your phone wasn’t stolen and I know you’re out there with it. I had one of your techie friends check the e-mail you sent me and he says it went through an Italian server first.*

*I’m going to bed, but tomorrow you’re going to ring me and tell me the fucking truth.*

Jesus fucking Christ.

*To be continued…*

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