The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a petty, will know that I used to be a regular member of a sex assembly and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting naughty pictures and junction in with extremely contentious and lively argumentation. Despite my diminutive stature, my attitude was not of a meek and modest person. That was the public persona and it was a good safety valve from my substantial life.


Anyone who knew me better on that site knew another part of me, the real me and I could count on my fingers, the people who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd percentage personal stories of our animation, exposure of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The people who knew me the salutary, I could count on the digit of one hand ... .. with two fingers amputated ! This story is about one of those three, John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a wonderful place to last, I have a great mob, super job and my life is unspoilt. At the time of this floor, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my swain because his sister in law made some horrible commentary about me and he found it light to trench me than to be a man and defend me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an norm wage, tug a £50,000 troupe car and was the invidia of many multitude. I'm not being smug about that, just very gallant of my accomplishment ! The other cool matter about my job, being a Personal helper to the managing director of a software ship's company, was that we travelled a lot. In the briny we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trips in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Apostle Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to cheer myself up a bit. John was having his own effect and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only difference when she left was that his grocery bill had halved as they'd not catch some Z's together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to total over and cheer you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll book you a flight of stairs to WI for tomorrow !'


I laughed out loud as I read his message but not for a reasonableness you'd think ! In ten days sentence I was flying out to Wisconsin with my boss and for all the metre we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which country he lived. I knew that my succeeding comment wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to conceive this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd Sep, to a short billet called Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin to see a client who does protection installations.'To add to the verity, I quickly added, ‘ Inachis io protection Inc'


I stared at the screen and I could see that John had read the message but he wasn't typing. I was about to nudge him when his following subject matter popped up, ‘ I live in Chippewa declivity !'


It was my turn to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A unhurt nation and you live in the little town I'm visiting !'


His reply was almost immediate. He sent a photo of a telephone bill, his address clearly shown.


My response was pretty a good deal automatic because we had spoken for so yearn and I really considered him a confidante and close friend. I simply typed, ‘ fountainhead it would be rude if we didn't meet up !'


Now I knew that John had a bit of a crush on me and again, that's not being smug, just stating facts so his answer made me smile.


‘ You have no estimation how happy you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two weeks ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy tike so I calmed him a little and said I had no idea of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two thing and made clear one other pointedness. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. irregular, I would try to set things so we could give a totally afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to nutrient. Lastly, I said that we would consume to fit somewhere world because, despite the fact we'd chatted for years, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to land my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual good grace and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sentiency of the idea, about to meet a guy off a porno site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


Work was busy so the time went quickly and I was keeping a little secret up my arm. I'd explained to my foreman, with a few whiten lies, that an old kinfolk friend lived in the Town and asked if we could line up things to dedicate me a picayune meter to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an even to have dinner. When he gave me the revamped itinerary, he'd allocated two days and two nights that I'd have to myself in Ojibwa falls. I decided immediately to not tell John, just in lawsuit we didn't get on that well. The former odd affair was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the literal idea of meeting had brought about a new lesson dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be cool to match him. Unfortunately though, that Night, matter changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the naughty use playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my bare dead body and the equally yokelish ones he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd header with not seeing his pretty cock in the flesh. Did he not require me like that now ? Had I ruined the conjuration ? I didn't want to frustrate the confluence so I just let it eat away at me rather than blockade John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th September on North span Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to drive him raging. This was a bizarre meeting to say the least and my image had always been a little risqué so this garb wasn't going to transfer that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each eve and it was shed light on that there were nerves on both sides which seemed demented because we knew so much about each other. John was talking about places we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to break the true timescale, blaming my genus Bos for complications but confirming that we had at least six hour to chatter ! I hoped he'd question the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever stimulate hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the side by side even, the eve of my flying, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early trajectory so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching tv, dog curled up with me

Rachael : Awwww I forget about Marvin ! Are you bringing him to see me ?

John : Yes I can

Rachael : Hmmmm you can ? Do you not require to ?

St. John : Yeah I do, I was just thinking something else but maybe it's best to just bring him with.


I finally saw the break I needed.


Rachael : trick, can I be blunt ?

whoremaster : You never asked before ! Why is now any different ?

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become exceedingly earmark and I don't recognise you and now you're holding back about the bloody dog ! What's going on ?

John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

john : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

St. John the Apostle : Rach, I've dreamt of confluence you for so long I just can't believe it's actually happening ! Somehow, when we talk now, it feels like I've just met you and I'm a bag of nerves ! Does that hold any signified ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU dullard ! Do you not call up I'm nervous too ?

toilet : NO ! You are always so confident !

Rachael : John, you are a expectant guy but God, you are so getting a slap when I see you !

John the Divine : lol OK but now I'm even more neural !

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : sober for a moment ....

St. John : OK

Rachael : You don't have to bring the dog to the deli

St. John : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of row I do !

John : But how can you if I don't bring him ?

Rachael : You are incredibly obtuse at times !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might arrive to my place ?

Rachael : Unless you don't want to give me the tour of your study you've been telling me about for months ?

Saint John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

Gospel According to John : But only if you're sure

Rachael : John, arrest oral presentation, see you at 2pm, Lucy's Deli

lav : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Lapplander here !

John : Have a rubber flying baby

Rachael : Don't draw a blank your billfold, call back you're paying !

John Lackland : My delight ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the light and tried to opine how that meeting would go. I imagined the revelation attire which is tight and gives my tiny boobs a good boost. It never fails to get care but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photos of me so the vamp was somehow even cracking. My fingerbreadth found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that first hug would suffer his dick pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 consistency pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his recollective, fat stopcock and within 48 hr, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my button faster as I imagined what could happen after dejeuner and at that point, just as a beautiful flood tide washed over me, I knew that his delicious cock would be filling me with his seed, no dubiousness !


Flight day was a nightmare ! A two plosive flying and farseeing drive from the airdrome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a lovely topical anaesthetic eating place but we were so banal, I couldn't tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drinks and while my boss was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street sign and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't look for a answer until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the gist that it had taken every Panthera uncia of willpower to check him from driving into township to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on care and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a pile of food, my preparations for the coming together were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing spare stage business we could do for our client and by noon we had made our net notes and were preparing to allow for. We'd been to a local bar for an informal winding down of business with two of their managing director and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my hirer had worked the two free days into the tripper as the three guys started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my apology for not joining them, especially after their plot. I knew how much my boss could drink and I really did prefer my own plans for the next 48 minute ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the keys to the horrific Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awesome prep work. We made our farewell and I promised to keep open him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does see after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute walk away so I made my way to my elbow room. I dressed quickly into my exceptional outfit, applied a piddling makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red dress with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my breasts was borderline obscene but, the short nigrify cap added adequate class to lend a little decency to the final flavour. The padding gave a little magnification to my smaller pectus and I was terribly proud of the excess cleavage it afforded me. I gave a fiddling twirl in the mirror, checking out how midget my bum looked and was to a greater extent than well-chosen as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the cushioning was built in but the constriction meant my knee pants were still, ever so slightly seeable. I bent over and with a minuscule struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my wooden leg, straightened the apparel and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his middle pop out, null would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the name and address of Lucy's delicatessen and set off. According to the satnav, I'd get in about XV minutes early and I knew I'd need that time to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English people town, was very broad and I was delight to get hold a parking infinite across the route from the deli. My middle was pounding in my chest and I took several deep breathing space before I gave up on trying to end my hired hand from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the framework of car that John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked exchangeable but, the same as an American English in England, all the cars were alien to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, redress outside Lucy's. As I saw the companion face appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The locals were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"John Lackland !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on John the Divine's font made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his blazon for the gravid, best and most satisfying hug of my life-time. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said affair along the job of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. More impressively was that he didn't wait too long to put me down, my dress didn't ride up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my coxa theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of air mile and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his mouth and bewilder my arms around his neck again. I knew that natural language were wrongly right now but I think he liked our inaugural kiss, especially by the grin as I pulled away and exploited my thumb to pass over off the lip rouge and then my adjacent commentary of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His bounteous look tried to choose on a seriousness,"Ahhh the famous appetite of the lilliputian Brit ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the shining red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for days. All my nervus were gone and I gave the big hired hand that was leading me, a little squeeze which earned me the same back and another huge smiling from a very well-chosen guy. As we were about to introduce the delicatessen, John stopped me and in an almost breathless note he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing young woman !"


I giggled, having played out this prospect in the hotel, just an hour ago,"wellspring, if you think this looks commodity ...."


With that, I shook the cap from my articulatio humeri, held my coat of arms out and gave a little wiggle. The full force of my strapless outfit had the desired impression and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ Holy fuck'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As St. John ordered our food at the counter, I stood with my arm around his waistline, looking at our contemplation in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, comfortable and so right where I was. I'd seen so many photograph of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cuter than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like school kids and the miserable cow behind the riposte huffed a few times which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd impart our edict across.


Serving staff aside, the adjacent minute and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every instant just felt awing. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden unhappiness came from the other side of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such ripe fun ! We can go for the draw tour of my palace if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the question he didn't want an response to,"So, how long do we take in ?"


I gave a little face and I swear he was close down to crying but I'm a cruel bitch and put two fingers in the air.


"Shit ! Only two hours ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a whisper I said,"Two daylight if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the tabular array and kissed him. The candy kiss was cushy and I allowed my clapper to tantalise his sass until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to tolerate still. That kiss could have been for just a minute or for an hr, I truly couldn't tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me habitation !"


After another pile on the lips, St. John the Apostle paid the bill and then, as any gentleman's gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd turn his car around and I could play along him for the few dead miles to his mansion. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, fizzy fervor for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to materialize ! We were going to carry through one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playacting sessions, or one of the scene in my many stories. The just real number interrogative were, which fib and who would fill the trail ? The aching in my breakwater kind of answered the latter dubiousness for me and a little plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind whoremonger's car.


The drive to John's house was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my crown back on. I was conscious that lavatory probably had neighbours and no thing where you are in the world, neighbours like to confab. As I climbed out of my car on the great driveway of a pretty, exclusive storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very pro. Maybe professional with a clue of slutty, but professional person was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my dwelling house, Rach !"John said with justifiable pride.


"I love it ! But a planetary house definitely needs a dog !"


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the room access, a big cream blur flew past us, charged around the presence lawn and then pounced on his captain for snuggle. Only after a abbreviated tussle with John did he see the stranger and then I had a lovely affectionate salutation for a second ( measure ‘ Hello'of a nose trying to go up my annulus ) until he got bored and decided that it was clip for John to flow him and he made a sprint for his food roll. John apologised profusely for the want of nuance of his dog and told me to get in and pee myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The straw man door opened into a big animation way with pine tree laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the household, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, fateful leather suite with a four-seater settee took pridefulness of place, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one turning point of the room, by the window. In the opposite corner was a vast wooden unit which was bursting at the crinkle with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that St. John was definitely a bachelor-at-arms despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a romp, I loved his elan. By the time he came back in the elbow room, I was looking through some picture on the mantelpiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the place John ! Do I get the rest of the duty tour now ?"


He agreed so I put my purse with my briefcase on the coffee table and told him to lead the way.


We went to the basement first to see all of his handwork down there, then back up to see the rest of his lovely rest home. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big way with the rear window looking out onto early firm and a huge bed with very warmly coloured canvas. The feeling in the room was of freshly laundered linen paper and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my sojourn ! I decided that I had to take control of the situation or I'd outburst so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to preserve this dim down if I lived here ! neighbour can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to hold open him a little discombobulate as to my purpose and before he could remark, I asked to use the can. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a raft on the back talk, making some comment about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the living elbow room as every young woman would when using a strange privy and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to refresh up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master program of conquest. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the social movement of my dress. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to let out More of my breast and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the apparel and my jacket were just covering the centres of each tit but John was going to be treated to the to the full swell of each small heap. My skin is very white but very smooth and I was getting nervous at this brassy display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever front. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the can door and walked back into the elbow room. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his forefront. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket crown drop from my shoulder, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs discover properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the finish pace towards him and his hands went to my rose hip and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to attain up slightly from his seated view. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the osculation after a mo or so and taking half a step back again. His helping hand trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my breasts before revealing them in their midget glory, pulling back to feast on the farewell of my wearing apparel. He sighed as my plane pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the frock off my shoulders, leaving his internet Friend stood completely naked in his bedroom.


He gulped hard,"Rach, you ... .you are beautiful ! No photo could ever do you justice !"


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his headway to my chest and biting my lip as his big, stiff mitt touched my defenseless bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully hard tit. Almost instantly, my stage began to quiver as his caress my arse and then my back, pulling me harder to his nibbling oral fissure, moving across my pectus. The high temperature in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how prospicient I could continue standing, I felt myself being lifted off my understructure. I looked into John's eyes as he held me aloft and no row were needed but a kiss was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our knife began an contiguous battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hired hand massaged my breasts firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching pussy, there was another progeny that needed care. I broke the kiss and panted my two Son instruction.


"Get naked !"And then I remembered my manners !"Please !"


toilet kissed me voiceless again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped dead and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nudity. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was glad. I know it was a pudding head question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be happier. He was then looking me up and down, looking for more words before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my bend to be in for a goody. His trunk was broad, intone and lovely but his rooster, his big fat stopcock finally came into view and I began to salivate as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the yummy opus of meat that I'd seen so many prison term before in photo and just as I'd imagined, my fingers barely reached around its cinch. My holding his cock was enough of a signaling for lavatory and I soon felt his hired hand cupping my whole pussy and in seconds, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his berm softly and opened my legs slightly to open him better memory access. It felt so honest and from the dissonance down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of foreplay, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled lavatory onto his back and there was a small look of worry as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To facilitate any dubiety he had, I gave little butterfly buss across his face as I straddled his body and ground myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my bottom firmly and added even more atmospheric pressure on my medium clitoris. I lifted my case from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his cock at my pickle. He was already covered in my juices from the short detrition and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my backtalk tightly and despite the small sting, the first one-half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third push, our bodies were fully connected. I held the military position, swirling my hips slightly and we purred together, looking abstruse into each other's eyes.


"Oh my God Rach, that is ... .... fuck that's ... ... .. Wow !"


Supporting myself with my hands on his pectus, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delicious fullness in my sex. whoremonger's back talk was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous attack to phonate his thought. The only sounds in the elbow room were the heavy breathing and soft grunts each time I dropped fully onto his thoroughgoing prick. little by slight I increased my tempo and John's right hand sought out my breasts as his left thumb started to massage my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to death long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible quite a little of his thick tube, stretching my kitty to the max and glistening with the endless menstruum of my juices. The air was deep with the odor of lecherousness and I could feel my own coming rising and prayed he would last long enough to share our first-class honours degree climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my back. For a brief mo, his fully exercising weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the briefest of seconds I felt so small and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper body from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My sexual climax was heading towards us like a smoke gearing and he was in no doubt as to my delight but after a few minutes, and me being decent on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the sin he was doing, out of total electrical shock, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my puss. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of hair and held him tight on my clitoris where his clapper was a fuzz as his hands squeezed my bum so fast. In mo I was back on the wand of coming and I let go of his haircloth and pinched my own nipples to send my brain into orbit. My unharmed dead body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of knowingness as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing party. I'd wrapped my ramification around his neck opening at some point and, as their grip began to go down, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few minutes and, with my genu pushed back by the side of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my sore snatch and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the unharmed experience revitalised the sexual climax which had been dissipating and I felt my unit body spasm with each powerful thrust which were pounding my lilliputian shape into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a bellowing and his concluding stab went thick inside me as I felt his cock impulse and stretching as he unloaded his orb into my happy, saturated hole.


I lowered my legs and pulled him to me. Yes, he was laboured but that post-fucking kiss has always been my favourite and I held him there until he finally rolled us over together to put me back on top, his slightly softening dick, still buried deep inside me. I finally broke the osculation and rubbed his nose with my own.


"That was DEFINITELY worth a trip-up to Wisconsin for, Mister !"I said in a whisper and kissed him gently again.


privy's smile was one of pure joy and he paused a second before he spoke,"If I never have sex again, I won't care Rachael ! You just rewrote the script ! But ... ..."Then he paused


"There's a but ?"I asked, laughing.


John kissed my nose and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ behind'in my helping hand, is ... ... I'm not sure if I can ever let you go again !"


I playfully slapped him and cuddled close but I knew, in just two days I had to go back to my normal animation and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, beginning meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both distribute with that.


We lay there, until the constabulary of physic deemed his prick soft enough to plop out of me and an contiguous flow rate of copious measure of fluids started to filter from me. With practically screwing up of my face for comedic essence, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some to a greater extent of my wet wipe to make clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to call back if I'd ever felt so capacity after sex with a guy for the first time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blow job, my favourite part of foreplay ! No affair, I'd make that up to him at some point and shew to him that I hadn't lied about my specialness in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, privy had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to wax under with him. I didn't need a second invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his chest hairs as we chatted. It felt so easy, so comfy and rude, not like it should for soul you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his flop hand was on my back or my bum as he held me close, while his left hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his thorax. At some point, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shade over the window wasn't as light so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over John's handsome characteristic. His hair was greying at the temples which was rather recognize and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants Charles Grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my sassing and started a gentle swirling of my clapper. I watched a unspecific grin appear on his face as his eyelids fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a job !"


Not being used to my humour away from a keyboard, John asked cautiously,"Which is ?"


"fountainhead, it's something you're going to get a line a lot of over the adjacent two sidereal day !"


He worked it out,"You're athirst aren't you ?"


I nodded and he feigned aggravation before we got into a little tickle fight. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my next hypnotism would work though, I said we should percentage a exhibitioner. He seemed to like the idea as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no time at all, we were stood together under the strong menses of water but, nude soundbox, roaming custody and lots of goop usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with John's caressing of every part of my body under the pretence of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was time to right the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my human knee in front of his cock. It was liberate of soap by now and this was my outset proper close up up persuasion. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the immense pass with its flame edges were perfect for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my oral cavity. I stroked with a twisting apparent motion as I sucked and slurped on the first three in and noticed that John had took clutch of the rails as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to close too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the last two years of their relationship. I decided to strike forward with my political party piece and I moved slightly more of his tool into my oral cavity, testing the back of my throat. He was a little thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could carry off. I've been blessed with very little gag instinctive reflex so I was quite proud of the diffused whimper from John as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic osseous tissue and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full moon seven inch to re-emerge from my mouth as I held eye contact lens with a very well-chosen man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my pharynx muscles, I snaked my tongue out to tease his clump. His moan were exquisite and then I grabbed his articulatio coxae and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn't take much convincing and began tiresome but yearn CVA, raining extolment on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last long and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the dig and my tongue all around the head and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly heavy encumbrance in my mouthpiece. He tasted really salutary and I gulped down every drop cloth, finishing his dainty with the gentlest of buss as his sensitivity was at its peak.


I stood up to the ardent possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the scoop ... .. the Charles Herbert Best blowjob ... ..the serious cock sucking ever ... .. You are ama ... .. you are FUCKING amazing ! Thank you so, so a good deal !"


I kissed him and replied,"I didn't thank you properly for earlier, so you're welcome !"


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower, lavatory handed me a big, Edward Douglas White Jr. fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small-scale case in the car so, when bathroom was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he'd creative thinker getting it for me. I hung my towel on the rail, found the hairdryer and as common, I started thinking about food and the restaurant I'd passed over the terminal few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My judgment was totally in the world of food so I yelped when a big hand grabbed my bum.


"Sorry, couldn't resist !"He said as he gave another grope.


My fuzz was still a little damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed whoremaster to the bedroom and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco flattop bag ( Tesco is U.K.'s handsome supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the electric refrigerator. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought cheese ? You brought cheese to the Dairy commonwealth ? I thought you read up on this place ?"


Still naked, I put my mitt on my hips and drew myself up to my full 5 foot 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my time of origin Armerican cheddar cheese and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the close assertion but John just shook his head and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen murmur,"Crazy britt !"so I slapped his bum for his impertinence and returned to my example.


As I started to blame out dress, I called through to the kitchen,"Guess what I forgot to pile from my former lawsuit ?"


John returned to the bedroom and was quick to be the arrant legion,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm sure as shooting I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage cheddar cheese now !"


I gave him my secure evil flavor,"OK then smarty pants, where is your knickerbockers drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my berm and added,"Ah well, I'm certainly that idea will maintain your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


whoremonger shook his caput in desperation and walked out of the room, groaning and bent grass double to judge the full point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a Patrick Victor Martindale White singlet top, not too fuddled or disclosure and a dungaree skirt which came to mid second joint. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to reckon nice for John. He whistled as I came into the life room so, in order to cue him, I spun around, hitched up my dame and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


He involuntarily licked his sassing,"OK isn't really the redress condition ! And it sure tastes better than any food we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his smart resolution and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was naught to look at from away, but inside was a all unlike story with every wall, chairperson and table painted with vibrant image and scenes. It was the prettiest eatery I've ever been in and the intellectual nourishment was unbelievable. We took our time between course of study and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so sorry !"I said as another yawn took detention of me.


Gospel According to John took my mitt,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a little workout this good afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my hand and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all dark lodge and question back ?"


John Lackland insisted on paying the bill despite my pleas so I paid a nice tip and chatted to the possessor before we left. We kissed a little in the car car park before I accepted that I really needed to get back.


The restaurant wasn't far from John's household so we soon back, being greeted by an stimulate Marvin who could smell out the scraps we'd brought back. can asked if I'd like a warm up cocoa before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the chamber, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two items of wear and climbed beneath the continental quilt. Then, as the worst potential family guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a good few hour later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that whoremonger was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my cervix, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John as I backed into him with a frigid bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to sleep as I snuggled in, wrapped myself in his coat of arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a big guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. zippo beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even proficient, as I was about to come up out at around 10am the be morning.


The first sense I was aware of was two finger, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to receive a morning candy kiss and no sooner than out sassing met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the replete seven inches of his lovely cock, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so full phase of the moon of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his bridge player caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the diagonal grew in distance. I'd been with this man for less than 24 hour but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his book binding, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my coxa, overspread my peg and started to resile me as he raised his hips, thrusting his sum into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his limb tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my heftiness gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new importunity, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even greater and I'm sure the neighbourhood could hear my shout quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more plunges, King John's body dissolved into muscle spasm as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting location and King John was still slow fucking me and with each push, I felt the last tremors of my orgasm and I sighed my contentment.


"Good morn !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the best alarm clock ever !"


John kissed the binding of my head,"Good morning, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most coherent way to fire up you up and contend with my hard on, all in one go !"


I elbowed him softly,"Cheeky ! But ten out of ten for efficiency !"I paused for a second before adding,"We really need to get up now though !"


St. John giggled,"You're hungry aren't you ?"


I turned my heading and gave him a retentive, soft kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the can with a wolf whistle from behind me. ( It's always dainty to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a trivial, brushed my teeth and as I was about to go out the toilet, I noticed a pale blue shirt hanging on the dorsum of the threshold. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a little missy in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growling from the bed as I went back into the chamber confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a faker panicky voice. It had the desired event and John climbed out of bed, put on some underdrawers, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a child. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, spread out at the front, gave a to the full thought of my naked soundbox. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just wear this today ?"


I feigned blow and pulled the shirt back against my chest,"Hey cheeky !"I paused and added,"But my equip today should please you, provided you make me some intellectual nourishment NOW !"


John gave a salute, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, happy couple, talking about everything and goose egg. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our Old World chat and he was making what every Northern English person making love ... .. Viscount St. Albans Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, encumbrance of crispy bacon, a footling Cheddar and a splattering of brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary masterpiece, one which he'd definitely have in the future. We polished off our heap of food for thought and I insisted that John go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the meter I'd wiped all of the control surface down, he was fix, dressed in blue shortstop and a T-shirt that showed his broad chest off nicely. I gave him a spry kiss and went to snip myself.


To turn over myself a footling credit, I'd managed to pack quite a few turnout into my lowly bag but John's comments and sack up honey of my wearing his shirt, well it made my alternative easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of thin cotton fiber but it's actually a cropped shirt with no release. At the forepart though, there are tenacious objet d'art which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end answer is a cool off looking shirt with a seeable gap between the tit and stuff which shows the shape of your bosom, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for girls with darker tit, there is nil left to the imagination. Thankfully, my pap are much loose but when it's colder, well you get the estimation. It's a very sexy top ! I added my jean underdrawers which don't show off my bum cheek. well, I wanted to bet aphrodisiacal but I didn't want to search like a punk tramp ! I finished the outfit with a dewy-eyed duo of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a speck of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the living room, privy gasped at my getup and immediately caressed my boobs through the top.


"Sorry Rach, I just had to tinge ! Fuck, that is hot !"


As any little girl will tell you, compliments don't get slow and we can differentiate when they are for real ! I was happy with ‘ Fuck, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A curtly drive later and we were walking, hand in hand, through Irvine common. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Mungo Park, drab guy cable but you went to the less one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the hoi polloi were well-disposed. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Wisconsin tourer board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, majuscule few hours in the parking lot and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused much mirthfulness to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating huge ice ointment and lavatory asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm gladiolus you asked !"I said in a ‘ thing of fact'tone and I reached into my purse and pulled out a little spell of paper with an address on it and handed it to John.


He looked confused,"That's way out of township, are you sure you have the right savoir-faire ? There's only a winery out there ... .."His voice drifted off.


"And ?"I asked as John looked at me and I was wiggling my supercilium and grinning madly."What else is there John ?"


"A sex shop ? But what do you want from a sex shop class, and that sex shop in particular ?"


I held his hand,"Do you remember Holly's report ?"Now for those of you who don't know my series ‘ Charles Hardin Holley and Friends ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a despoiler but you really should record it ! Anyway, back to this news report. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this tale, St. John the Apostle and I had started to become friends. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the narrative now ... ..


I continued,"fountainhead, you remember the panorama in the sex shop cabin, between Sky and the client ?"


John instinctively grabbed at his software as he responded,"Oh God, do I ? That's a fucking hot scene ! Do you ... ... I mean ... .... Really ?"


I patted his handwriting,"You really involve to teach to cease a prison term babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of shorts,"I've even brought an extra outfit for you to rip off me !"I showed him the character ripped seams so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the scene, read on, you will soon understand )


St. John the Apostle seemed more than happy to indulge my fantasy although he did charge out that we'd be going into a post where women rarely went and there would probably be early guy cable in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so cipher else would see and he was happy with that and we set off. I didn't count on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a fillip. I'll tell you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my seat and stripped naked in order to deepen my outfit. The shorts were white, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a lustrous bluing, cotton T-shirt which was a crop top but much lupus erythematosus revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a daughter was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to look like a prostitute ! I packed my other clothes away just as we pulled into the car parkland at the nates of the edifice and my adrenaline was pumping through my mineral vein. I felt so excited and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that whoremaster, at this point, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to sleep with he'd bang it !


In earned a slap to my bum from John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a awful American accent to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"government note to self, don't use a silly speech pattern !


OK, confession fourth dimension here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a back route of Wisconsin River. Each time I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two guys skulking around the DVD part, not even daring to appear at the bold Pres Young lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the store area, I counted eight bozo, all openly staring at the half dressed girlfriend and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little unquiet but had already anticipated the first off question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


I already had my passport in my manus and passed it to him, smiling as confidently as I could at the Nice, if slightly bored, guy in his early fifties.


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a serious time here ! Cabins are through the curtain, you'll need quarters !"I smiled at this and looked at toilet with a ‘ told you so'look on my face.


He handed over a ten dollar bill and took his smattering of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained expanse, neither of us making eye inter-group communication with the curing of eyes following us but both aware of some quite gross commentary being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a long, darker way with glass locker, full of DVDs down the left wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at number 1 glimpse, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John dragged me into the first room access as I saw a offspring, improbable and blond guy going into the elbow room next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and Saint John was fast to slide the deadbolt, muttering under his breathing place,"dirt, I know what beast at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the corner and took the twenty-five percent from John, putting them onto the little shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the slot, I had a flying flavour about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the paries opposite the entering was a big, flat TV screen and in the center of the elbow room which was about eight feet square, was a two-seater sofa, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it easier to strip. The olfactory modality was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zone, horny as hell and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A prompt grope at John's shorts said he was more than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the scene with Sky in Holly's account, I was pretty specific about the erotica moving picture that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a girl, tied up and taking a severe fucking. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrow at whoremonger and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and eagerness for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the left helping hand wall. I had no idea that some cabins had mess between them and lavatory had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the next cubicle was watching as John and I started to live over the word I'd typed, so long ago.


John impressed me greatly as we clicked into role playing mode and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the paries with the door. This gave us quite a big space and unbeknownst to me at the sentence, a much right view for our peeping Tom !


He pushed me hard against the TV CRT screen and came nose to pry with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too long you minuscule cunt ! A guy can only take so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at initiatory, never realising that he'd be so good at this but then, I snapped into ‘ spooky girlfriend mode'and tried to labor him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean value to offend you !"


John knew we were being watched so he chose his following wrangle carefully,"Too fucking late, whore ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting petty ass is mine !"


I increased my trembling,"Please ! Please don't do something you might repent ! I promise, I'll stop doing whatever has pissed you off !"


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, John grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one Swift drive and the sound of ripping material, my T-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the tabloid to the base, he took wait of the waistband of my shorts and did the same, despite my sapless protests.


I stood, trying to cut through my nakedness, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, John kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I feigned shock as his hard, furious cock led him back to me and he slapped my weapon away, revealing myself to him. He tried to osculate me and I swung my read/write head away but he quickly grabbed my Chin, turned my head teacher to face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his knee and thrust two fingerbreadth straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, unclean gag,"You're a lying gripe too ! You fucking love this ! reckon how wet your puss is !"And with that he pulled his fingerbreadth from me and wiped them on my lips."You're nooky gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly stoop me forward. I grabbed onto the shelf below the TV as he kicked my legs apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did have it away my head on the TV. John Lackland whispered a quick dubiousness, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my snatch and God it felt good. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to stop but this played right into his hands and where he wanted this role drama to go.


He punctuated each firm poke with his parole,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that bawd mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the nookie I was getting, it truly couldn't be full and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to experience his cock forced down my throat and, as an aegir cock gull I was ready to accommodate while staying in character but, as he rammed his shaft home, he lifted me by my hip joint and sweep me ninety degrees to my provide, I reached for the wall to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first gear persuasion of the pes square hole and I was typeface to face with a slim, eight in cock. My shock was rattling and when John barked at me to suckle it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive tool before me.


John slapped my bum, quite grueling and it stung,"Shut yer crying and suck that pecker, hiking !"


I decided on cruel payback for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the heart in strawman of me, fully down my pharynx and held it there. lavatory groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how skilful the mystery guy was feeling and, with each knife thrust, my olfactory organ was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubes. I could hear the guy on the former English, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John Lackland ordered him to ‘ fuck that mouthpiece good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was immature and I didn't expect him to last too long but it was a good, xx thrusts from John behind, and him in my expression before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouth. It was bitter and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my head, another, smaller cock was in battlefront of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in sec he shot his lading all over my aspect. It was then that I saw three circle of eyes watching me through the maw and a handwriting came through to roughly grab at my breasts as another putz appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of command as I was being fucked, toilsome than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in front of my face. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to keep me dependable and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to derive inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epic peak so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the latest cock into my mouth. My climax hit me arduous and my legs and weaponry began to buckle but bathroom caught me and held tight as he gave his last three thrust and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my impregnate snatch. As his spurts began, the stopcock in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a trivial but I didn't choke as his germ went straight down, missing my lip for all five fusillade. As he slid himself out, a final smear of cum trailed along my tongue to leave me a very pleasant, final examination taste.


Almost immediately, I had to prompt to check free of the roaming manpower on my chest of drawers and John lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the face of the for the first time guy appeared at the gob and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but Gospel According to John had early mind. He pushed me to the jam, distribute my legs and pressed his organic structure against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and sensible from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and break loose from the tongue which plunged into my hole but Saint John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight down back, calling him every figure under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slide even lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arse and as soon as he did, spokesperson from the early face were shouting their boost and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my button licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the secret plan so I yelled,"screw SLOWLY !"And he took the hint. He stopped for a instant and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four time before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a shock as my adept kitty licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed John Lackland starting his fucking motion as my unanimous body was in sensorial overburden as I was pinned to the wall, teat squashed flat and both muddle being completely used. I moaned loudly and my wholly consistency shook as the monumental climax took hold. My arse muscles clamped hard on John's cock and he planted his full onus, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my rear end to the hollow. As he did this, I panicked, even in my stunned body politic, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my head to see my blonde champion, stretching his knife to my battered bum hole. I quivered in John's munition, unable to go but after a instant or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guys, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the trap and slid the settee to choke up it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both pickle leaking and was now cognizant of the load of come on my face, now dripping onto my dumbbell. I looked at John and we both started laughing like nutcase so I put my limb up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each other and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laugh but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely satisfied, I tried to think of when I'd even had more exciting sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


I cleaned myself up with tissue and wet wipes from my bag, dressed in my outfit from that break of the day and we left the cabin. All the guys from the other room were out there and we received an embarrassing round of applause ! I gave a ludicrous bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the doorway, the guy on response, clearly cognizant of what had happened said,"Do call back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing wink. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


John was the first to speak as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your writing but, I don't commend that setting being as hot in the story !"


I slapped his leg hard,"I don't remember Sky getting a fat cock shoved up her arse in that scene either !"


St. John looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic grin on my face,"Oops ?"


"I'll ‘ oops'you adjacent time I'm here ! I'll offer YOUR bum to the hollow !"


John paused and became serious for a second,"So, there'll be a next time ?"


I had expected this question and in true statement, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to ruin the proficient day of my intimate life sentence so I replied with trust,"You bet your life-time there'll be a adjacent clip !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off backbone to his house.


It was betimes evening when we arrived at the star sign and Marvin had a slurping craze on us, and was especially interested in the look from our fork ! dog-iron have no manners ! We gave him his cuddles, bathroom fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this prison term, just appease caresses, mutual washing and a great many kisses. He did get grueling in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to look until later. He reluctantly accepted those term !


We ate at a adorable pizza place, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the solid food was lovely and we sat for years, just talking and laughing about our crazy afternoon. lavatory was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a good day of fucking but I still needed him to take a leak lovemaking to me when we got home. This caused an immediate response from him and his hand shot in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the house, John opened a bottle of wine while I went to switch into his shirt which I'd worn that dawning, then we just sat on the settee like a normal duad. It was still relatively early so we played some music and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very topic of fact way, I said,"I'm so glad we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so gladiolus that we could do it. Does that make sense ?"


John pondered for a minute,"It does ! It really does ! It's been freakish how we met online but to finally actually meet you has been ... ... .."His part trailed off so I helped with just one word.


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the gentlest of kisses, perfective tense for the instant. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to make eff to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his shortstop and felt the solid, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hired hand stroked up my leg to my naked undersurface and we groaned softly into each other's mouths. I snaked my hand into his shorts to touch his hot puppet but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his shorts down and off. I was about to go forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my headspring, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest of drawers as his cock was pressed against my chest. His hands moved automatically to stroke the side of my boobs but couldn't for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his legs and then the tiniest clout and kisses on his shaved balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the broad, delicious length of his whoreson, as slowly as possible, ending with lenient motion-picture show around the pulsing head and when I knew the anguish was as capital as I could get it, I lifted his hammer to my sassing and slue it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to subscribe to him to the stature of pleasure and I took pride in the way his finger nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my pharynx to gentle flicks of my glossa and indulgent suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of number, I let him plop from my mouth and I crawled up his thorax, kissing all the way to his lips. He held me skinny, looking like a very satisfy man and I whispered to him, the most solemn words I could consume used.


"Take me to bed ! shuffle love to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arms, kissed me and carried me into the sleeping room. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping grasp of his subdivision, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was careful to support his weightiness on his arms but, as he came closer I took a wait of his stopcock and directed him to my wet muddle. In a stark contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder joint as I relished every moment. This was the in effect variety of love life, there was warmth, there was so much care for the other and dare I say it, there was substantial love.


Every separatrix was long, wax and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his look to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unsaid mentation. We were as close as we could ever be and to make sure, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable knife thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an coming from very early on and for the firstly fourth dimension in my life history, I actually shed various tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John Lackland erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand split during such an unbelievable feeling and I hugged him close. It was unvoiced to breathe but I never wanted this intuitive feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his back, I snuggled immediately into his side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a word, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the next day. I sensed that this would be the finale fourth dimension we made roll in the hay on this slip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be able-bodied to feel the Lapplander as I did now. For now though, I was well-chosen and John seemed more than happy too. That was adequate and I held my devotee as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sultry dreams


The mood in the dawning was, to john's mention, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed burnt umber around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all affair and it seemed like a Nice end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was metre for me to teach him how to make the world's C. H. Best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the bread and butter elbow room to get my ‘ formula dress'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushrooms and Sir Francis Bacon while I whisked up eight eggs with saltiness, capsicum and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added lots of the time of origin cheddar and john confessed that the smelling alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John refilled our coffee tree cups and we sat at the dinner board. Needless to say, it was damn good, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would save water. The humour was well received, as was the proffer. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming More than a picayune aroused. I think we'd both thought that last night was the last sex but John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his stifle and plunged his tongue into my cunt. His bridge player pulled me closer to his boldness and explored my bum with digits teasing my bunghole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to float on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic devotee at plate. His hands were taking this last opportunity to establish memories of my figure and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the fountain of succus, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me come and I pulled him up to his foot and took the kneeling locating myself. I made love to his dick with my sass and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no smiles, just a clearly communication, both savouring the last tastes, the last spot and the net act of love. Before long, trick pulled me to my human foot and I put my branch around his neck opening, knowing what would find next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his stopcock pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my read/write head in his shoulder as he put my book binding against the shower wall. The separatrix were assuage, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just making love, this was creating a storage we could take away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were climax which came with sigh, not screech and when my metrical foot finally touched the shower tray, we held each other under the flow of water, both satisfied completely. When the water system started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better frame of idea. I dressed in my travel outfit, revealing the white lie about my underclothing. I'd hidden a brace in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my final spank of the trip and a bigger thank you for being cool !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could consume cut the tension in that final examination hug with a knife and I was more than a little storm that I held back any split. I pulled my forefront back and looked at the sober face before me.


"Don't be sad, I'll definitely back !"I reached down and gave his package a trivial squeezing,"I've not finished with this bad boy !"


We both smiled, knowing I was just trying to lighten the mood. John hugged me close again, kissing my neck softly before we broke.


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two twenty-four hours have been the best two days ever !"He drew a large breathing spell and was about to continue but I put a finger to his lips to blockade him. He looked a piffling injury, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my fingerbreadth with my brim for a final kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John put my traveling bag into the the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a piffling numb and my hirer was outside waiting. He put his luggage and the rest of mine in the rachis and we set off for the drome. I was glad of a little N, hearing of his painful failure on the golf track and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was certain that my boss had detected something wrong but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talking when I was quick. We had a drink in the departure lounge and before too hanker I was taking my seat by a windowpane on the plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of seat 15A as the plane roared down the rails, they'd have seen the nerve of a young lady, and a bingle bust, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .