They had said no cameras or recording devices were allowed. But the group had moved on, and the 30-something man and woman had slipped a corner after sharing a sly look. If the staff had known what else was in the backpack, they would have for sure been prohibited access to the tunnels. If she’d known what else was in the backpack, then they might have slipped away even sooner. But surprises were aplenty that day, the first one coming in the form of an errant tour guide crossing their path and interrupting his plans.
“What are you two doing?”, the guide, a female in her 20s. “You are supposed to stay with the group.”
He moved his hand to his date’s back, a slow circular rub. “We are going back out. She is feeling sick. It’s too damp, I think.”
The guide paused, looking at each of their faces. “Ok, well you should come with me. These tunnels are mostly safe but there are some caverns that are off limits because they can be dangerous, especially in the dark.”
Now it was her turn. As she spoke, he curled a smile on the side of his face hidden from the guide. He certainly liked how well she could improvise.
A bit of a cough, then: “Thank you but we know the way. We have been through here before.”
“Well..I’m not supposed to, but.. ok. Just make sure you follow the signs and don’t go wandering off.”
“Thanks”, he said, confident it wouldn’t be long now.
As the guide’s footsteps faded in the distance, the only sounds became that of their paced breathing.
“I liked your performance. I usually do.” He winked at her, and the wink was quickly followed by a mischievous smile.”Come, this way.”
He took her by the hand and led her down a dimly lit corridor. Small electric torchlights mounted on the stone walls made their shadows move and dance.
Without warning he abruptly stopped, pulled her to him, his hand grabbing the back of her skirt, squeezing her buttocks. He kissed her deep, his other hand groping at her breasts, fingers entwined with her shirt and bra. She touched his crotch and felt his hard-on growing beneath his pants, practically begging to be freed from its denim and cloth prison. By the time she’d undone his pants and reached in to grab him, he was rock hard and throbbing with desire.
Leaning in, kissing her neck ever so softly, he deviated from his plan. “I want to feel your soft lips around my cock. I want you to get on your knees and suck me right now.
“But first I want to see your beautiful breasts. I want to see them fully exposed to this damp air, and to see your buds harden against it.”
She obeyed, a twinkle in her eye. Her breasts popped loose immediately after taking her shirt off. It was a lovely sight, her soft, light-skinned chest contrasting starkly against the earthy surroundings.
She lowered herself onto her knees, and as she took his hard member into her hands and mouth she looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Her lips were so soft against him, dragging ever so slowly along his shaft, lubricating him with her saliva. As he looked down at her, his lips pursed and with enjoyment in his eyes, he relaxed himself and went through a mental inventory of all that was in his backpack, now sitting, waiting, on the floor.
Guttural moans escaped his lips. “It feels so good when you suck on me, baby.” She acknowledged with a moan, somewhat muffled but still discernible. One of her hands went to his balls and started massaging him. “God”, he thought, “that feels incredible.”
Faint sounds of people talking were suddenly audible. Both of them aware, her first, eyes darting to the right, his thick shaft still filling her mouth as her hand continued to stroke.
“Hmm”, he moaned. They hadn’t walked far enough off the path to be completely comfortable or undiscoverable, but in these caverns sounds could travel quite a distance. The group could be far-off or fifty feet away.
Not seeming to care, she started sucking him hard, now, jerking him and his attention directly back to her. Cupping his balls in one hand while her other stroked the length of his cock, gripping harder, she stroked faster, moaning softly as she clearly desired have him to completion. His thoughts swirled, a lovely sexy erotic mess of teasing and fucking. She looked so sexy, her beautiful breasts slightly bouncing as she thrust him into her mouth. He’d planned a lot, but he hadn’t planned for this, and now she was being very convincing. He could feel his balls tightening up in her hand. He knew if she kept going he would explode in her mouth very, very soon.
Suddenly there was a sound behind them, a creaking of a door, echoing off the walls.
“C-r-eeeakk!”
A sound behind them, echoing off the walls. They both jumped, startled. They hadn’t seen any doors in this area, but what’d they’d just heard was the distinct sound of one opening. And of someone walking through it. She released him from her grip as she stood, both of their gazes turning towards the end of the corridor. There must be a door down there, around the corner, he thought. Footsteps were clearly audible now, and somebody would be turning the corner and seeing them at any moment. They had to move. And fast.
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