There was a café, and bar across the street so we enjoyed a decent dinner and drinks. I guess there had been a strain of driving for me and I dr...nk several drinks too quickly. We staggered our way back to our room and Mel pulled a bottle of gin from his bags, pouring one for Marie and himself while I declined and laid out on our bed. They turned off all but one light and were engaged in low conversation while I began to doze. I finally stripped off and climbed beneath the covers still. His hips, having established a steady rhythm of long thrusts, thrust faster. Muscles tightened. Minds clouded. Souls united. They, united in all but flesh, felt that their final separation would soon be at an end. With that realization, they became frenzied in their motions. She writhed and gripped at him blindly, without any care other than trying to hold onto anything of this world. He stabbed into her, once mostly shallow stroke, then only one powerful lunge after another. They hugged. It felt great and I explained I never had a guy touch me before. He told me to stand in front of him and he used one hand to stroke and the other to caress my balls. I was constantly looking at his cock because of its length. I started to get close to cumming and he stopped and asked if I would touch him. He did not stand but I got on my knees and stroked his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with another. I could tell he was really enjoying it. Then he told me to lick his shaft. . .This moment, was when I was taking a taxi-cab, totally drunk back to my place, after a night of alcohol... I remember asking the driver if he wants something extra for his services, like a decent blow off.. I was so sweaty and insecure, I didn't know what I was doing.. I just imagined myself sucking him off and it turned me on so much. Surprisingly, the taxi driver expressed his willingness to take an active part of my initiation. He was fat, bold and sweaty, and his cock was fat and short.