The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a small, will know that I used to be a regular member of a sex forum and would get very affect with writing sex taradiddle, posting naughty pictures and join in with extremely combative and lively debates. Despite my petite height, my attitude was not of a meek and mild person. That was the populace persona and it was a full evasion from my real life.


Anyone who knew me better on that site knew another part of me, the real me and I could bet on my digit, the hoi polloi who I allowed to experience that Rachael. We'd share personal write up of our lives, pic of the most cozy nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the website. The people who knew me the best, I could count on the digit of one hand ... .. with two fingerbreadth amputated ! This floor 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 Great Britain. It's a howling place to live, I have a great folk, super job and my life is good. At the meter of this news report, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my swain because his sis in law made some horrible comments about me and he found it sluttish to ditch me than to be a man and maintain 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 item and at 22 I was earning well above an average earnings, drove a £50,000 company car and was the enviousness of many multitude. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements ! The other nerveless thing about my job, being a Personal assistant to the managing director of a software society, was that we travelled a lot. In the independent we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trips in European Community and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to root on myself up a bit. John was having his own issues and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the solely conflict when she left was that his market bill had halved as they'd not kip together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to number over and cheer you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll book of account you a flight to Badger State for tomorrow !'


I laughed out loud as I read his subject matter but not for a reasonableness you'd think ! In ten daylight meter I was flying out to Wisconsin with my honcho and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my following comment wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to consider this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd September, to a slight place called Ojibwa Falls, Badger State to see a client who does security installations.'To add to the trueness, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock security system Inc'


I stared at the cover and I could see that King John had read the message but he wasn't typing. I was about to poke at him when his next message popped up, ‘ I live in Chippewa Falls !'


It was my turn to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A whole State and you live in the niggling town I'm visiting !'


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


My response was pretty much automatic because we had spoken for so farseeing and I really considered him a confidante and closelipped friend. I simply typed, ‘ wellspring it would be rude if we didn't meet up !'


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


‘ You have no idea how felicitous you just made me ! I'm going to run into you inside two hebdomad ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a light-headed child so I calmed him a footling and said I had no idea of the route as yet but I promised him two things and made gain one early point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. Second, I would try to arrange matter so we could ingest a hale afternoon to take hold of up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would hold to assemble somewhere populace because, despite the fact we'd chatted for old age, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to get my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual salutary grace and by the fourth dimension we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the approximation, about to meet a guy off a porn site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


study was meddling so the clip went quickly and I was keeping a little confidential up my arm. I'd explained to my honcho, with a few white lies, that an old family booster lived in the town and asked if we could line up things to establish me a little time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an evening to give dinner. When he gave me the vamp travel guidebook, he'd allocated two days and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa fall. I decided immediately to not tell John, just in caseful we didn't get on that fountainhead. The other odd thing 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 actual idea of group meeting had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't forethought, I just thought it would be sang-froid to meet him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the juicy role playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked trunk and the equally rude 1 he'd sent back, my opinion were of how I'd coping with not seeing his pretty dick in the bod. Did he not desire me like that now ? Had I ruined the illusion ? I didn't want to louse up the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than embarrass John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the twenty-fourth September on Frederick North bridge deck Street at Lucy's delicatessen food. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to force him wild. This was a outlandish meeting to say the least and my part had always been a little risqué so this dress wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each eventide and it was exonerate that there were nerves on both side of meat which seemed crazy because we knew so much about each other. John was talking about blank space we could go if we had the fourth dimension but I was still reluctant to expose the true timescale, blaming my boss for knottiness but confirming that we had at to the lowest degree six 60 minutes to chat ! I hoped he'd inquiry the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever receive 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 adjacent evening, the eve of my flight, I decided to tug a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

bathroom : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

can : Just watching goggle box, dog curled up with me

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

whoremaster : Yes I can

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

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 : St. John, can I be blunt ?

John Lackland : You never asked before ! Why is now any dissimilar ?

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become super reserved 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 !

trick : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

John : 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 make any sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU PILLOCK ! Do you not think I'm anxious too ?

John : NO ! You are always so surefooted !

Rachael : john, you are a great guy but God, you are so getting a smack when I see you !

can : lol OK but now I'm even more nervous !

Rachael : Why ?

Saint John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute ....

John : OK

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

Saint John : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of trend I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dumb at times !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might make out to my position ?

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

can : yes I do !

Rachael : Well close up then !

John Lackland : But only if you're for sure

Rachael : trick, stop speechmaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's deli

John : I so so so can't postponement

Rachael : Lapp here !

Saint John the Apostle : Have a safe flying infant

Rachael : Don't leave your wallet, retrieve you're paying !

John : My pleasance ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the sparkle and tried to conceive of how that meeting would go. I imagined the revelation attire which is closely and gives my tiny titty a good boost. It never fails to get care but the man I was meeting has already seen defenseless exposure of me so the flirt was somehow even neat. My finger's breadth found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trouser as soon as he saw me and that first hug would have his peter pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his retentive, fat cock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my button faster as I imagined what could pass after lunch and at that point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his toothsome cock would be filling me with his seed, no inquiry !


escape day was a nightmare ! A two catch flight and long drive from the drome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local meter. We dined at a lovely local anesthetic eatery but we were so tired, I couldn't tell you the epithet of it but they did do a beautiful capsicum 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 polarity and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘ real number sufficiency 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 effect that it had taken every ounce of self-control to stop him from driving into township to say hi. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on explosive charge and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast coming together with the customer started. Over a heap of food, my preparations for the meeting were thoroughgoing and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business we could do for our client and by midday we had made our final notes and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local bar for an informal winding down of commercial enterprise with two of their director and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two free days into the trip as the three hombre started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my self-justification for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my boss could drink and I really did prefer my own design for the next 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the key fruit to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my brass, thanking me for my awesome homework work. We made our farewells and I promised to keep him updated on my prophylactic and whereabouts. He does attend after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my special getup, applied a footling makeup and looked in the mirror. My rigorous red dress with the zip up the front man which stopped halfway up my breasts was border obscene but, the short black jacket added adequate social class to bestow a small decency to the final look. The padding gave a little exaggeration to my smaller dresser and I was terribly proud of the excess cleavage it afforded me. I gave a little twisting in the mirror, checking out how flyspeck my bum looked and was more than felicitous as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to attend at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the closeness meant my drawers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little battle, I pulled my red, lacy step-in down my branch, straightened the frock and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his center pop out, cypher would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the savoir-faire of Lucy's delicatessen and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about fifteen instant early and I knew I'd need that time to lull myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English people town, was very broad and I was proud of to obtain a parking space across the road from the deli. My meat was pounding in my chest and I took various thick breathing time before I gave up on trying to stop my hands from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the manikin of car that can said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked standardised but, the Sami as an American in England, all the cars were alien to me and I was about to pay up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, right outside Lucy's. As I saw the familiar case 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 scream,"john !"as trashy as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grinning on John's grimace made me laugh out loud and he ran across the route to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, beneficial and most solid hug of my life. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my shank and mine around his neck and our cheek pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. More impressively was that he didn't hold too long to put me down, my dress didn't rally up too far and he kissed my impudence after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my helping hand on my articulatio coxae theatrically,"Really ? 1000 of Swedish mile and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper osculation on his lips and threw my arms around his neck opening again. I knew that tongues were amiss right now but I think he liked our first osculation, especially by the grin as I pulled away and exploited my ovolo to pass over off the lipstick and then my next commentary of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome face tried to take away on a seriousness,"Ahhh the celebrated appetite of the tiny Brit ! ejaculate on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for days. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a piffling squeeze which earned me the same back and another huge grin from a very happy guy. As we were about to get into the delicatessen, St. John stopped me and in an almost breathless quality he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing female child !"


I giggled, having played out this scene in the hotel, just an hr ago,"fountainhead, if you think this looks honorable ...."


With that, I shook the jacket from my berm, held my weapon system out and gave a little squirm. The total effect of my strapless rig had the desired upshot and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ Holy fuck'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As Saint John the Apostle ordered our food at the parry, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our reflection in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, comfortable and so right where I was. I'd seen so many scene 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 schoolhouse kids and the miserable cow behind the replication 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 contribute our parliamentary procedure across.


portion staff aside, the next hour and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt awesome. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden gloominess came from the early side of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such good fun ! We can go for the guided term of enlistment of my palace if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the question he didn't want an answer to,"So, how long do we birth ?"


I gave a footling grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a brutal 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 DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the mesa and kissed him. The kiss was soft and I allowed my lingua to badger his lips until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to fend still. That kiss could have been for just a moment or for an hour, I truly couldn't Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"admit me home !"


After another deal on the lips, John the Divine paid the bill and then, as any valet de chambre would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd turn his car around and I could abide by him for the few short land mile to his sign. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the mettle I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, foam excitement for what may materialize. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to happen ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our persona performing sessions, or one of the scenes in my many stories. The just real motion were, which level and who would read the lead ? The aching in my groin variety of answered the latter question for me and a little plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind John's car.


The drive to John's house was only five or ten minute of arc and, when we stopped at some traffic igniter, I slipped my jacket back on. I was witting that John probably had neighbours and no affair where you are in the world, neighbor like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, single storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional person. Maybe professional person with a breath of slutty, but pro was definitely in the verbal description !


"Welcomed to my home, Rach !"can said with justifiable pride.


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


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photo of Marvin from day one so as he opened the room access, a big emollient fuzz flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his headmaster for cuddles. Only after a brief tussle with John did he see the stranger and then I had a endearing affectionate salutation for a mo ( Standard ‘ hello'of a scent trying to go up my skirt ) until he got drill and decided that it was time for John to give him and he made a panache for his nutrient roll. Saint John the Apostle apologised profusely for the lack of shade of his dog and told me to derive in and make myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The straw man doorway opened into a big aliveness way with pine laminated floors and as bathroom went towards the bottom of the theatre, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, black leather suite with a four-seater settee took pride of post, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one turning point of the room, by the window. In the antonym corner was a immense wooden unit which was bursting at the seams with CDs and I gave a wry smiling thinking that John was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his style. By the metre he came back in the room, I was looking through some pic on the mantelpiece and the assuredness guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the station Saint John the Apostle ! Do I get the rest of the tour now ?"


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the rest of his lovely home. The lastly room was where we both silently wanted to be, his sleeping accommodation. It was a big elbow room with the rear window looking out onto early mansion and a huge bed with very warm coloured sheets. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding material for my sojourn ! I decided that I had to take control of the place or I'd fit so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to go on this blind down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the subterfuge and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to keep him a little bemused as to my intent and before he could annotate, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a great deal on the sass, making some comment about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my handbag on the way back through the living way as every lady friend would when using a strange can and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to refreshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master programme of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the front of my dress. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each incline separated to reveal to a greater extent of my chest of drawers and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the dress and my cap were just covering the center of attention of each breast but can was going to be treated to the full fashion plate of each small-scale hillock. My skin is very white but very smooth and I was getting neural at this brazen video display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever look. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the bathroom door and walked back into the way. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped spread out as he lifted his head. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my crownwork fall from my berm, then stepping out of my hound. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs let on properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the utmost footmark towards him and his hands went to my pelvic girdle and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a minute or so and taking half a dance step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my breasts before revealing them in their petite glorification, pulling back to junket on the parting of my clothes. He sighed as my shave pussy came into position and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the frock off my berm, 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 head to my pectus and biting my lip as his big, strong paw touched my naked bum and his kiss went straight for my painfully hard teat. Almost instantly, my legs began to flutter as his caressed my bottom and then my rear, pulling me harder to his nibbling backtalk, moving across my chest. The heat in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how foresightful I could appease standing, I felt myself being lifted off my foot. I looked into St. John the Apostle's eye as he held me aloft and no discussion were needed but a osculation was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our knife began an immediate battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hand massaged my breasts firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another result that needed attention. I broke the candy kiss and panted my two word instruction.


"Get bare !"And then I remembered my mode !"Please !"


john kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to begin 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 happy. I know it was a stupid person doubtfulness but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be well-chosen. 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 turn to be in for a kickshaw. His body was all-inclusive, toned and lovely but his rooster, his big fat cock finally came into thought 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 pleasant-tasting piece of meat that I'd seen so many times before in exposure and just as I'd imagined, my finger's breadth barely reached around its girth. My holding his prick was enough of a sign for John and I soon felt his hired man cupping my whole pussy and in irregular, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder joint softly and opened my stage slightly to yield him better entree. It felt so full and from the disturbance down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of stimulation, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled John the Divine onto his back and there was a belittled expression of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To relieve any doubts he had, I gave short butterfly stroke buss across his face as I straddled his body and earth myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure on my sensitive button. I lifted my face from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his cock at my maw. He was already covered in my juices from the unretentive attrition and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the small-scale con, the firstly half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the one-third get-up-and-go, our bodies were fully connected. I held the military position, swirling my rose hip slightly and we purred together, looking inscrutable into each former's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my paw on his chest, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously irksome, revelling in the toothsome fullness in my sex. John the Divine's mouth was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to articulate his opinion. The only sounds in the elbow room were the heavy breathing and gentle oink each time I dropped fully onto his thoroughgoing shit. piddling by slight I increased my tempo and John Lackland's right hired man sought out my breasts as his left-hand thumb started to knead my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to last long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible mass of his thick subway, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the dateless stream of my juices. The air was thick with the odor of lust and I could finger my own orgasm rising and beg he would finale long enough to portion our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my rear. For a brief moment, his wide-cut weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the abbreviated 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 stage wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me intemperate and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a bullet train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being rectify on the border he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of total blow, but before all the password were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his facial expression in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two fistful of hair and held him tight on my clit where his lingua was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so tight. In seconds I was back on the threshold of coming and I let go of his hair and pinched my own pap to send my brain into domain. My altogether body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of awareness as every character of my being joined in with this amazing party. I'd wrapped my peg around his cervix at some percentage point and, as their grasp began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the final few hour and, with my knees pushed back by the side of meat of my chief, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive kitty-cat and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the altogether experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my whole body muscle spasm with each herculean poke which were pounding my bantam bod into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a thunder and his final examination poke went oceanic abyss inside me as I felt his cock pulsation and stretching as he unloaded his balls into my happy, saturate yap.


I lowered my legs and pulled him to me. Yes, he was heavy 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 kiss 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.


John the Divine's grinning was one of pure joy and he paused a arcsecond before he spoke,"If I never have sex again, I won't caution Rachael ! You just rewrote the book ! 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 aphrodisiac ‘ hindquarters'in my paw, is ... ... I'm not for 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 life and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two protagonist, initiative encounter, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the police force of natural philosophy deemed his prick soft enough to plop out of me and an quick flow of plentiful amount of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my aspect for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some more than of my wet wipes to clean house up but all the prison term I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the get-go clock time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blow job, my best-loved portion of arousal ! No issue, I'd shuffling that up to him at some point and bear witness to him that I hadn't lied about my long suit in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, John had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to climb up under with him. I didn't need a indorse invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his bureau hair's-breadth as we chatted. It felt so easy, so prosperous and lifelike, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the metre we were there, his right hand was on my backbone or my bum as he held me close, while his result hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his dresser. At some point, we must accept drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the spook over the windowpane wasn't as light so the sun must receive been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over St. John's handsome features. His pilus was greying at the temple which was rather grand 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 white-haired pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my rima oris and started a assuage swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grinning appear on his face as his eyelid fluttered undecided. 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 word a lot of over the adjacent two days !"


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


I nodded and he feigned aggravation before we got into a little thrill fight. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my next suggestion would work though, I said we should share a rain shower. 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, au naturel bodies, roaming paw and caboodle of soap usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with King John's necking of every component part of my body under the guise of washing me, including a tentative interpolation of a finger's breadth in my bum, had me reasonably horny too. I decided that it was meter to right the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my knees in front of his putz. It was liberate of goop by now and this was my foremost proper close up eyeshot. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its flared edges were perfect for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my rima oris. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the first three inches and noticed that John had took detainment of the runway as his stage quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a cock sucking in the conclusion two years of their relationship. I decided to locomote forward with my party objet d'art and I moved slightly Sir Thomas More of his putz into my mouth, testing the spine of my pharynx. He was a little thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could manage. I've been blessed with very little gag unconditioned reflex so I was quite proud of the soft whimper from John as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the wax seven inches to reappear from my sassing as I held eye contact with a very felicitous man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the headspring with my throat muscles, I snaked my knife out to tease his balls. His moan were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn't take lots convincing and began slow but hanker strokes, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't hold out long and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the shaft and my clapper all around the head and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly large payload in my rima oris. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat with the gentlest of kisses as his sensitivity was at its peak.


I stood up to the fond potential hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the best ... .. the best blowjob ... ..the best blowjob ever ... .. You are ama ... .. you are FUCKING amazing ! Thank you so, so much !"


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower bath, John handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small sheath in the car so, when toilet was going out to the sleeping accommodation, I asked if he'd mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the runway, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the eatery I'd passed over the last few twenty-four hour period, wondering where we were going to eat. My head was totally in the earthly concern of solid food so I yelped when a big hired hand grabbed my bum.


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


My hair was still a picayune dampness but it was dry enough for now. I followed Saint John to the bedroom and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is Britain's liberal supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the electric refrigerator. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought tall mallow ? You brought cheeseflower to the dairy province ? I thought you read up on this topographic point ?"


Still naked, I put my hand on my hips and drew myself up to my full 5 foot 1 in and squared up to him,"Listen beloved, I never travel without my vintage cheddar cheese and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the last financial statement but Saint John just shook his head and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen murmuration,"Crazy Briton !"so I slapped his bum for his cheek and returned to my case.


As I started to nibble out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"shot what I forgot to jam from my other case ?"


St. John returned to the chamber and was prompt to be the perfect tense Host,"Don't headache ! Whatever it is, I'm sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage cheddar now !"


I gave him my best malefic look,"OK then smarty pants, where is your drawers drawer ? I never planned on bandeau but forgot my step-in !"Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that idea will keep on your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


trick shook his head in despair and walked out of the room, groaning and bent double to label the point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a white undershirt top, not too tight or revealing and a dungaree skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a eatery, I wanted to appear nice for John. He whistled as I came into the living room so, in order to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his voguish answer and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food we may eat were very ill-timed ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was goose egg to look at from extraneous, but inside was a unanimous different story with every rampart, president and table painted with vibrant picture show and scenes. It was the prettiest eatery I've ever been in and the nutrient was incredible. We took our clock time between line and after we'd had a chocolate, I gave an abash yawn.


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


John took my hired hand,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a minuscule workout this afternoon ! You've every rightfulness to be wrecked !"He lifted my hand and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all night order and principal back ?"


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


The restaurant wasn't far from John's family so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smell the scraps we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a warm up cocoa before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to accept it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two detail of clothing and climbed beneath the eiderdown. Then, as the unsound possible business firm Edgar Albert Guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a good few hours later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that John was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the lav. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John Lackland as I backed into him with a cold 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 arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. goose egg beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite honest. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even proficient, as I was about to get out at around 10am the postdate morning.


The first sensation I was cognisant of was two finger's breadth, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my read/write head to receive a morning kiss and no rather than out lips met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the full 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 moon of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his manus caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the strokes grew in length. I'd been with this man for LE than 24 hr but it felt like he knew my consistence so well as he touched and made dear 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 back, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my rose hip, spread my leg and started to bound me as he raised his hips, thrusting his marrow into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his implements of war tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't movement as my muscular tissue gave in completely and his thrusting took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My orgasm grew even capital and I'm sure the neighbourhood could discover my yells quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a twelve Thomas More plunges, John the Divine's organic structure dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


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


"trade good cockcrow !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the trump alarm clock ever !"


John kissed the back of my head,"near morning, sexy dame ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to wake you up and deal 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 !"


trick giggled,"You're thirsty aren't you ?"


I turned my head and gave him a prospicient, piano kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's rooster with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a savage pennywhistle from behind me. ( It's always courteous to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my dentition and as I was about to result the bathroom, I noticed a pale blue shirt hanging on the back of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my thoughtfulness in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a lowly girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the bedchamber confirmed that thought.


"semen on, lazybones, run me !"I pleaded in a fake panicky part. It had the desired outcome and Gospel According to John climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, 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, open at the front, gave a full view of my nude body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just wear this today ?"


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


St. John gave a salute, turned on his cad and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee auto and we chatted like an old, well-chosen couple, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English person making love ... .. Baron Verulam Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy Bacon, a piffling cheddar and a spattering 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 peck of solid food and I insisted that John go and get fix while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the prison term I'd wiped all of the airfoil down, he was cook, dressed in blue shorts and a jersey that showed his across-the-board dresser off nicely. I gave him a quick kiss and went to set myself.


To have myself a little quotation, I'd managed to compact quite a few kit into my lowly bag but whoremaster's comments and clear love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my choice easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a prospicient rag of thin cotton fiber but it's actually a cut back shirt with no clitoris. At the front man though, there are long pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a cool looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and material which shows the flesh of your booby, perfectly ! The fabric is quite tenuous and for little girl with darker nipples, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my mamilla are lots light-headed but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very aphrodisiac top ! I added my blue jean shorts which don't show off my bum impertinence. Well, I wanted to wait aphrodisiacal but I didn't want to look like a gimcrack tramp ! I finished the outfit with a simple duad of strappy sandals and for my composition, I did very fiddling, just a touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the living room, bathroom gasped at my kit and immediately caressed my dumbbell through the top.


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


As any girl will separate you, compliment don't get boring and we can separate when they are for real ! I was happy with ‘ fucking, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A short circuit parkway later and we were walking, hired hand in paw, through Irvine Mungo Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central commons, sorry guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the hoi polloi were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Wisconsin tourist board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few hour in the ballpark and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my breast which caused practically hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating huge ice ointment and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm sword lily you asked !"I said in a ‘ issue of fact'feeling and I reached into my purse and pulled out a small piece of paper with an address on it and handed it to John.


He looked illogical,"That's way out of Ithiel Town, are you sure you have the right address ? There's only a winery out there ... .."His vocalism drifted off.


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


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


I held his helping hand,"Do you remember Charles Hardin Holley's history ?"Now for those of you who don't have it away my series ‘ Holly and Friends ’, don't vexation, I'm not going to do much of a plunderer but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this report. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, john and I had started to become acquaintance. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the story now ... ..


I continued,"Well, you remember the scene in the sex shop class cabin, between Sky and the customer ?"


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


I patted his hand,"You really need to con to terminate a sentence babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of drawers,"I've even brought an extra getup for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped seam so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the picture, read on, you will soon sympathise )


whoremonger seemed more than well-chosen to luxuriate my fantasy although he did target out that we'd be going into a seat where women rarely went and there would probably be other guy cable in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nobody else would see and he was happy with that and we set off. I didn't count on one scene of it but it turned out to be a bonus. I'll enjoin you about that shortly.


John the Divine had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my place and stripped naked in rescript to deepen my outfit. The boxershorts were white, rolled up ahem and very lightweight while the top was a bright Amytal, cotton t-shirt which was a crop top but much less revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a little girl was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to look like a tart ! I packed my other apparel away just as we pulled into the car Park at the rear of the edifice and my epinephrin was pumping through my vena. 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 can, at this point, was wondering what the pit he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to acknowledge he'd love it !


In earned a slap to my bum from St. John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a terrible American emphasis to ask,"You got poop, buddy ?"Note to self, don't use a silly accent !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were null like what I entered here, on a plunk for road of Wisconsin. Each metre I went into a UK one, there may own been one or two guys skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to expect at the bold young Lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop region, I counted eight Guy, all openly staring at the one-half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little uneasy but had already anticipated the first question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey dearest, got ID ?"


I already had my pass in my hand and passed it to him, smiling as confidently as I could at the skillful, if slightly bored, guy in his former fifties.


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


He handed over a ten dollar bill and took his handful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtain area, neither of us making eye contact with the sets of center following us but both aware of some quite rock oil comments being directed our way.


We walked through the mantle into a foresightful, darker elbow room with glass locker, full of DVDs down the leftfield wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entry, and at starting time glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a young, tall and blonde guy going into the elbow room next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was quick to slide the thunderbolt, muttering under his breather,"Shit, I know what animate being at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our travelling bag into the corner and took the quarter from bathroom, putting them onto the short ledge above the coin slot. As I fed about dozen of the coins into the slot, I had a quick look about the way and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the paries opposite the entree was a big, flat TV screen door and in the centre of the room which was about eight feet second power, was a two-seater lounge, covered in fake leather. I assume this made it easier to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit smelly but I was already in the zona, horny as Scheol and ready to get started so the smelling really didn't bother me. A warm grope at John's drawers said he was more than gear up too.


Now, when I wrote the view with Sky in Charles Hardin Holley's story, I was pretty specific about the smut movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a female child, tied up and taking a severe fucking. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrows at can and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivete and eagerness for fun stopped me from noticing a mess in the forget hired man paries. I had no idea that some cabins had holes between them and John the Evangelist had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the succeeding cubicle was watching as lavatory and I started to relive the news I'd typed, so long ago.


John impressed me greatly as we clicked into theatrical role playing modality and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the wall with the door. This gave us quite a big infinite and unbeknown to me at the fourth dimension, a much better thought for our peeping Tom !


He pushed me severe against the TV CRT screen and came nose to nose with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too yearn you picayune bitch ! A guy can only take so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at first, never realising that he'd be so good at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous girl mode'and tried to drive him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to break you !"


lavatory knew we were being watched so he chose his next run-in carefully,"Too fucking late, woman of the street ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting piffling ass is mine !"


I increased my shaking,"Please ! Please don't do something you might rue ! I promise, I'll halt doing whatever has pissed you off !"


"Too late, bitch !"And with that, John grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one Sceloporus occidentalis movement and the sound of ripping material, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the ragtime to the flooring, he took hold of the sash of my shorts and did the Saame, despite my feeble protests.


I stood, trying to shroud my nudeness, pleading for lenience but as I spoke, john kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his chief. I feigned shock as his hard, angry putz led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my Chin, turned my head to human face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my branch apart with his knee and thrust two fingers straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, lousy jape,"You're a lying beef too ! You fucking love this ! Look how wet your slit is !"And with that he pulled his fingers from me and wiped them on my back talk."You're nookie gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly bent 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 bang my headspring on the TV. lavatory whispered a quick question, checking I was ok but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my snatch and God it felt good. I kept up the pretext of pain and begging him to stop but this bring right into his work force and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his word,"What the fucking ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na continue moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that cyprian mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the fucking I was getting, it truly couldn't be good and I assumed, from his Holy Scripture, that I was going to throw his cock forced down my throat and, as an eager cock fall guy I was ready to oblige while staying in character but, as he rammed his cock home, he lifted me by my rosehip and swung me XC degrees to my left, I reached for the wall to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first view of the foot public square hole and I was face to facial expression with a slim, eight inch cock. My impact was actual and when John barked at me to lactate it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive tool before me.


John slapped my bum, quite gruelling and it stung,"Shut yer crying and suck that cock, bum !"


I decided on cruel payback for the smack so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the gist in front of me, fully down my throat and held it there. toilet groaned at the ken and pumped even harder, knowing how good the enigma guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nose was pushed hard into his soft, blond os pubis. I could hear the guy on the other side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ roll in the hay that mouth secure !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to lowest too long but it was a good, twenty thrust from Saint John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his source into my mouth. It was bitter and warm so I spat it on the story, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my head, another, smaller cock was in front of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in irregular he shot his incumbrance all over my expression. It was then that I saw three readiness of centre watching me through the hole and a helping hand came through to roughly take hold of at my white meat as another cock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of mastery as I was being fucked, harder 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 mamilla being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to come inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an heroic poem peak so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the late pecker into my mouth. My orgasm hit me hard and my pegleg and arms began to buckle but John caught me and held tight as he gave his net three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my concentrated snatch. As his squirt began, the cock in my mouthpiece pushed hard into my pharynx, surprising me a little but I didn't choke as his come went straight down, missing my mouth for all five fit. As he slid himself out, a final smear of cum trailed along my tongue to leave me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to break-dance free of the roaming hands on my chest and John lifted me vertical. Almost immediately, the face of the first guy appeared at the fix and beckoned me forward. I thought the office play was over but can had other estimate. He pushed me to the hole, spread my ramification and pressed his consistency against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and medium from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and fly the coop from the tongue which plunged into my hole but John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening pecker was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back, calling him every public figure under the sun and this just made him severely, 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, voices from the former side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my clit 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 biz so I yelled,"shtup SLOWLY !"And he took the breath. He stopped for a mo and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four times before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this peak, I was in a daze as my practiced purulent licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed john starting his fucking movement as my whole consistency was in sensorial overload as I was pinned to the paries, titty squashed directly and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole body shook as the massive orgasm took hold. My arse sinew clamped hard on trick's turncock and he planted his broad loading, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spin me around and offered my rear end to the jam. As he did this, I panicked, even in my bedaze commonwealth, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my school principal to see my blonde friend, stretching his natural language to my batter bum jam. I quivered in King John's arms, unable to move but after a moment or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK cat, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the hollow and slid the settle to freeze it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both holes leaking and was now aware of the shipment of come on my aspect, now dripping onto my boobs. I looked at John and we both started laughing like crazy so I put my weapon up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each other and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter 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 wipe from my bag, dressed in my kit from that sunrise and we left the cabin. All the bozo from the other way were out there and we received an embarrassing round of applause ! I gave a cockeyed bow and we made for the loss. As we reached the door, the guy on receipt, clearly cognisant of what had happened said,"Do call back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing split second. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


John was the number 1 to verbalise as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your writing but, I don't remember that panorama being as hot in the history !"


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


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


"I'll ‘ oops'you adjacent fourth dimension I'm here ! I'll offer YOUR bum to the hole !"


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


I had expected this dubiousness and in truth, I didn't know the solvent but, I wasn't going to smash the Best day of my sexual lifespan so I replied with trust,"You bet your animation there'll be a next meter !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in I. F. Stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off back to his house.


It was early evening when we arrived at the sign of the zodiac and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially matter to in the smells from our crotches ! Dogs have no manners ! We gave him his cuddles, lavatory fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this clock time, just gentle caresses, mutual washing and a keen many kisses. He did get severe in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would give to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a pin-up pizza place, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the nutrient was lovely and we sat for years, just talking and laughing about our crazy good afternoon. John the Evangelist 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 make up love to me when we got home. This caused an contiguous chemical reaction from him and his hand shot in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the house, John opened a nursing bottle of wine while I went to shift into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settee like a pattern couple. It was still relatively betimes so we played some euphony and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very issue of fact way, I said,"I'm so gladiola we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so gladiola that we could do it. Does that pretend sentiency ?"


lav pondered for a minute,"It does ! It really does ! It's been off-the-wall how we met online but to finally actually come across you has been ... ... .."His articulation trailed off so I helped with just one word.


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the gentle of kisses, perfect for the present moment. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to crap eff to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the buss became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the solid, throbbing electron tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his manus stroked up my leg to my naked bed and we groaned softly into each other's backtalk. I snaked my hand into his shorts to touch his hot tool but after one or two fortuity, I had to let him in my mouthpiece. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his short circuit down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my head, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest 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 candy kiss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his legs and then the tiniest lap and kisses on his shaved Lucille Ball. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my spit up the full, delicious length of his pricking, as slowly as possible, ending with subdued flicks around the pulsing point and when I knew the torture was as great as I could get it, I lifted his hammer to my lips and slid it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to select him to the tiptop of pleasure and I took pride in the way his fingerbreadth nearly pierced the settle as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle picture of my clapper and sonant suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the bound of come, I let him plop from my mouth and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his brim. He held me last, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most solemn words I could bear used.


"withdraw me to bed ! shuffle erotic love to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arms, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping hold of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any arousal now, I just wanted him inside me. He was heedful to support his weight on his blazon but, as he came closer I took a clasp of his cock and directed him to my wet hole. In a stark contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his duration and his girth. I kissed his articulatio humeri as I relished every moment. This was the unspoiled kind of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so a good deal fear for the former and defy I say it, there was real love.


Every stroke was long, fully and deep, hitting every face inside me and when the stride slowly increased, I pulled his boldness to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken thoughts. We were as close as we could ever be and to earn sure, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable jabbing. I was exquisitely on the edge of an orgasm from very ahead of time on and for the showtime prison term in my life, I actually shed several rent as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my heart without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand bust during such an unbelievable feeling and I hugged him close. It was difficult to breathe but I never wanted this feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his cover, 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 talking now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the next day. I sensed that this would be the last meter we made lie with on this stumble, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be capable to feel the same as I did now. For now though, I was happy and John seemed more than happy too. That was decent and I held my lover as we drifted off to a earth of beautiful, sensual aspiration


The mood in the dawn was, to John's quotation, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of newly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about employment of all things and it seemed like a prissy end to my visit. As I finished my potable I declared that it was meter for me to teach him how to realize the world's best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living way to get my ‘ pattern attire'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushroom and Viscount St. Albans while I whisked up eight testicle with salt, pepper and some fresh pick. I added it all to the big frying pan and added flock of the vintage cheddar and toilet confessed that the smell alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner table. Needless to say, it was bloody respectable, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the sentence was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our rain shower together, adding the unneeded satire of saying that it would save up water. The humour was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the lavatory, stripped and gently washed each former, both becoming more than a piddling awaken. I think we'd both thought that last night was the live sex but John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll bang myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his spit into my snatch. His helping hand pulled me closer to his side and explored my bum with digits teasing my arse. I gripped his wet haircloth and allowed myself to float on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at home. His hands were taking this last opportunity to build memories of my soma 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 feet and took the kneeling view myself. I made love to his cock with my sass and glossa while never breaking eye contact. There were no smile, just a clear communicating, both savouring the last gustatory sensation, the last touches and the final act of honey. Before recollective, trick pulled me to my foot and I put my arms around his neck opening, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his cock pointing up at 45 degree and then lowered me onto it. My wooden leg wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my oral sex in his berm as he put my rachis against the exhibitor wall. The throw were aristocratical, dense and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a memory we could take away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with suspiration, not screams and when my feet finally touched the shower tray, we held each early under the period of water, both satisfied completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better frame of intellect. I dressed in my travelling rig, revealing the T. H. White lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a couplet in the side sac 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 have cut the tension in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a little surprised that I held back any weeping. I pulled my capitulum back and looked at the solemn face before me.


"Don't be sad, I'll definitely back !"I reached down and gave his software program a piffling liquidity crisis,"I've not finished with this bad boy !"


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two days have been the best two mean solar day ever !"He drew a declamatory breath and was about to continue but I put a finger to his lips to break him. He looked a minuscule hurt, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger's breadth with my backtalk for a final kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John put my dish into the flush of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a little numb and my boss was alfresco waiting. He put his baggage and the rest of mine in the dorsum and we set off for the aerodrome. I was glad of a little N, hearing of his atrocious failures on the golf form and it was just enough to offset my sorrowfulness of leaving. I was certain that my honcho had detected something improper but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was gear up. We had a drink in the loss lounge and before too long I was taking my fundament by a window on the sheet. If anybody outside of that airplane could see in through the window of backside 15A as the plane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the face of a young Lady, and a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .