This is the sixth installment of the weekly Sex In The Mother City series. The morning sunshine breaks through the windows to reveal the aftermath of Kira’s shenanigans in Episode 5. Dawn brings yet more racy offers – young Swedes in hotel lobbies, billionaires, strippers, and international entrepreneurs: the only question worth asking is, will Kira have the energy? Sex In The Mother City is based on true happenings in the Mother City (names have been changed). Follow the link for episode 6.

Sex in the Mother City – Episode 6

Empty condom packets and a depleted sachet of cherry flavoured lube greet Kira when she opened her eyes. The curtains had been left open for the symphony of sex against the city’s lights; and the sun was just meeting the horizon over the magnificent expanse of blue. Kira edged out of the bed, mindful of waking Shane next to her. She felt stiff and sore. Her new partner’s skills had been so excellent that she had encored until her body, exhausted from physical exertion and continual waves of extreme sensual pleasure, could hardly move.

Out on the terrace Kira smilingly picked up a few items of her discarded clothes. Dario was awake too. He was drinking an espresso and admiring the view: Kira in a short black chiffon nightslip.

“Morning. Enjoyable evening?” Kira winced.

Allan was also there, espresso in hand. Fortunately his presence meant no discussions of the previous night’s goings-on.

“Great, unbelievable actually.” Kira met Dario’s eyes.

“And for you?”

“Inspiring. Good to see you know how to have fun. With others.”

Kira smiled, “It is very early, I might actually go back to bed for a bit.”

So I did not choose yourself and your wife, but I still have a gorgeous man in my bed who needs attending to, she thought.

“Enjoy your espressos!”

Back inside her bedroom, Kira crawled under the covers to wake Shane up gently with her mouth.

Covert Cunnilingus

Catherine was still having an affair with Andrew. They had recently been caught together at one of his gigs on a beautiful wine estate near Somerset West. He had been going down on her backstage.

“There was this guy just standing there watching us. Who knows how he got there, or how long he had been there for!”

“You have got to be careful, girl! Cape Town is so small.” Celeste proffered her advice in between sips of mojito.

Catherine lit up a cigarette.

“Whenever he performs live I get so hot for him. Between that and the added aphrodisiacs of superb champagne and sun, I found him backstage between sets and well, I never wear panties around him… He sat me down on a chair lifted my skirt… And he is incredible with his mouth, he just wants to pleasure me. Endlessly. It is as if he cannot get enough of me. My body yearns for him when he is near me. It actually physically hurts I ache so much.”

“I agree with Celeste, C, the Cape Vine is treacherous. I sometimes hear about what I have been up to before I have even done it!”

“I wish I had been there for more of my apparent cavortings” Celeste this time.

“From the stories I hear it sounds like I often have a wild time.” She winked at Kira.

Locked out, but not Lonely, at the One and Only

Paul and Shane were paragliding off Lion’s Head that morning. Shane had fresh clothes couriered from the One and Only hotel so that Kira and he could enjoy a leisurely coffee on her terrace. Shane was curious to know whether or not she would meet with Paul for dinner that night.

“I may. If he asks.”

“He will ask. Will you sleep with him?”

“I have just had sex with you.”

“Babes, I want you to be happy. I am okay with it if you sleep with him too. Enjoy yourself.”

Kira was still partially shocked and surprised by twenty-somethings’ attitude to sex. It was difficult to get used to how open-minded and ego-robust they seemed about serial coitus.

“It is a pity you cannot stay a few more days.”

“I would love to, but I have to do a charity hike through the Andes next week. I need to get back to Canada to prepare for that.”

Kira nodded. She was exhausted. Her gentle waking of Shane had turned into a fully fledged shag-fest.

Paul did invite her out for dinner. She accepted. And that was how she found herself locked out of a One and Only penthouse suite in her French knickers in the early hours of the morning. Although Kira had developed an affinity for getting naked, being naked in the corridors of a swanky hotel with a slim chance of imminent re-clothing was not the kind of naked experience she was after. Her knocking had no effect.

The only option was the lift to the lobby. It was 3:30am. She prayed very few people would be awake.

The lift luminescence made her nudity seem almost normal. Hi, I am Kira. No, I am not wearing anything bar a pair of French knickers.  In this climate we do overemphasise the wearing of clothes though, don’t you think?

Hands over her breasts in an attempt to cover her nipples, Kira peered around the corner adjacent to the lobby lifts. No one around.

With her hands still over her breasts she sauntered over to the young man at the front desk. Reminiscent of Hotel Babylon, thought Kira. Just act cool. Wealthy people, especially foreign wealthy people, are always a little eccentric. The guy at the desk must have seen most things.

That did not stop his eyes widening in bushbaby-like fashion until she stopped in front of him.

“Ma’am, can I help you?”

He was very cute. An Emile Hirsch look-a-like. Alpha Dog. She had met him before. Part of the mobile office coffee shops vibe, they had become acquainted at Vida E in Green Point. His name was Troy. A young Swede working in Cape Town.

“Yes, Troy, in fact you can.”

“Good morning, nice to see you again.” Troy recognized her, greeting her with kisses on both slightly blushing cheeks.

“I have locked myself out of Paul Hartwig’s penthouse suite. Tried knocking on the door, but no luck.”

“I can call the suite.”

Troy dialed, listened intently and then shaking his head replaced the receiver.

“His suite phone appears to be off the hook.”

“Any chance at all that you can get me into that suite?”

“May I ask how you ended up locked out of it?”

Again Kira comforted herself with the acceptability of wealthy individuals’ eccentricities.

“I woke up a little dazed after one too many… Cocktails,” – Why tell him that the 110%-er nearly made her pass out? – “and thought that I was on my way to the bathroom.”

“Ahh. Okay. May I offer you a drink before we solve this? And I also have a shirt for you. Although I must admit I am reluctant to give it to you. Nice knickers!”

A sexy Swede, a shared Peroni, a kiss, a keycard, another deep kiss outside the suite’s door as Troy removed the loaned shirt.

“Sleep tight, beautiful.” And her Alpha Dog was gone.

As Kira slipped into the bed beside a still sleeping Paul, she made a mental note to check in the morning whether Troy actually worked at the One and Only. Offers of threesomes and foursomes, young Swedes in hotel lobbies, billionaires, strippers, and international entrepreneurs: libidinal-overdrive dreams were not, at this stage, entirely impossible!