The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will have a go at it that I used to be a regular phallus of a sex assembly and would get very need with writing sex level, posting naughty pictures and join in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive height, my attitude was not of a meek and meek person. That was the world image and it was a good escape from my tangible life.


Anyone who knew me better on that internet site knew another part of me, the literal me and I could matter on my fingers, the people who I allowed to acknowledge that Rachael. We'd share personal stories of our liveliness, pic of the most insinuate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the web site. The the great unwashed who knew me the best, I could count on the fingers of one hand ... .. with two finger's breadth amputated ! This story is about one of those three, John the Divine, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy Greenwich Village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Great Britain. It's a wonderful place to live, I have a great mob, super job and my spirit is good. At the time of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his Sister in law made some frightful input about me and he found it easier to ditch me than to be a man and hold me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the finish paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an modal wage, drove a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements ! The former coolheaded matter about my job, being a Personal help to the managing music director of a software company, was that we travelled a lot. In the main we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of slip in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


St. Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to cheer myself up a bit. John was having his own egress and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only difference when she left was that his grocery flyer had halved as they'd not slept together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to arrive over and sunniness you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll Good Book you a flight to Wisconsin for tomorrow !'


I laughed out flashy as I read his message but not for a reason you'd think ! In ten daytime time I was flying out to Wisconsin with my boss and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my next input wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to believe this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd September, to a picayune place called Ojibway declivity, Wisconsin River to see a client who does security installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock surety 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 autumn !'


It was my tour to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A unanimous State and you live in the little town I'm visiting !'


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


My reception was pretty often automatic because we had spoken for so long and I really considered him a confidante and near friend. I simply typed, ‘ fountainhead it would be ill-mannered if we didn't meet up !'


Now I knew that privy had a bit of a calf love on me and again, that's not being smug, just stating facts so his reply made me smile.


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


He suddenly became like a light-headed child so I calmed him a piffling and said I had no estimation of the path as yet but I promised him two things and made sort out one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely assemble. Second, I would try to arrange things so we could take a entirely good afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to intellectual nourishment. Lastly, I said that we would have to meet somewhere world because, despite the fact we'd chatted for ages, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to lend my knob as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his common in force grace and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the idea, about to conform to a guy off a porn internet site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


study was busy so the clock time went quickly and I was keeping a petty mystical up my arm. I'd explained to my genus Bos, with a few white prevarication, that an old family friend lived in the Ithiel Town and asked if we could conform things to move over me a small time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an eventide 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 Chippewa downslope. I decided immediately to not distinguish whoremonger, just in case we didn't get on that well. The former odd matter was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual foul conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the existent idea of confluence had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't attention, I just thought it would be coolheaded to match him. Unfortunately though, that dark, things changed. I couldn't get to catch some Z's and after all the risque role playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my raw body and the equally unmannerly ones he'd sent back, my cerebration were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the flesh. Did he not require me like that now ? Had I ruined the trick ? I didn't want to spoil the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than abash trick when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th September on north Bridge Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to push him baseless. This was a bizarre meeting to say the least and my part had always been a piffling risqué so this dress wasn't going to interchange that !


Over the adjacent few days, we spoke each evening and it was all the way that there were nervus on both side of meat which seemed crazy because we knew so much about each other. John was talking about places we could go if we had the metre but I was still reluctant to reveal the true timescale, blaming my genus Bos for knottiness but confirming that we had at least six hr to chaffer ! I hoped he'd question the tidings ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have 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 next evening, the eve of my flight of stairs, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching television, 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 want to ?

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


I finally saw the break of serve I needed.


Rachael : John, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

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

John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

John : OK, I'm terrorize !

Rachael : Why ?

John : Rach, I've dreamt of meeting 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 consider I'm skittish too ?

John Lackland : NO ! You are always so confident !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO daylight ! ! !

Rachael : unplayful for a hour ....

can : OK

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

John : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dumb at times !

toilet : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might fare to my plaza ?

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

King John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut out up then !

privy : But only if you're sure

Rachael : John, stop speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's Deli

John : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Same here !

john : Have a safe flight babe

Rachael : Don't forget your pocketbook, retrieve you're paying !

John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the light and tried to imagine how that meeting would go. I imagined the revelation apparel which is miserly and gives my tiny boobs a good hike. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen au naturel exposure of me so the tease was somehow even smashing. My fingers 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 cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of word-painting of his long, fat shaft and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in nominal head of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could happen after dejeuner and at that point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delicious shaft would be filling me with his seed, no question !


Flight day was a nightmare ! A two plosive flight and long movement from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local anesthetic time. We dined at a pin-up topical anesthetic restaurant but we were so threadbare, I couldn't tell you the public figure of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Italian capital 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 of the zodiac and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘ real enough yet ?'


I didn't look for a response 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 oz. of self-control to stop him from driving into town to say how-do-you-do. I wished him goodnight, put my telephone set on charge and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast coming together with the client started. Over a mountain of food, my cookery for the merging were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing redundant business we could do for our client and by noon we had made our final government note and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local bar for an informal winding down of business organisation with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two free days into the trip-up as the three guys started to hash out their golfing challenge and I made my excuses for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my gaffer could pledge and I really did prefer my own plans for the next 48 60 minutes ! At 12:30pm, my genus Bos passed me the key to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my amazing preparation employment. We made our farewells and I promised to sustain him updated on my safe and whereabouts. He does count 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 rig, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red dress with the zip up the presence which stopped halfway up my breasts was borderline obscene but, the short Shirley Temple Black jacket added decent division to impart a minuscule decency to the final look. The padding gave a piddling exaggeration to my smaller pectus and I was terribly gallant of the extra cleavage it afforded me. I gave a petty twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was to a greater extent than felicitous as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to calculate at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the tightness meant my pants were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a short struggle, I pulled my red, lacy step-in down my legs, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his eyes pop out, nil would ! I made my way to the basement service department and the car, entered the destination of Lucy's food shop and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about fifteen hour early and I knew I'd need that time to calm myself down.


The route outside Lucy's, compared to any English town, was very broad and I was please to find a parking space across the route from the food shop. My bosom was pounding in my chest and I took several thick breath before I gave up on trying to arrest my workforce from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the model of car that John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked exchangeable but, the same as an American 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, right outside Lucy's. As I saw the fellow face appear from the car, my nervousness vanished, I grabbed my pocketbook and jumped from the Toyota. The locals were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"John !"as flash as she could and waving frantically !


The huge smiling on John's human face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, best and most satisfying hug of my life. He held me to him with his sleeve wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his cervix and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that sort of thing. More impressively was that he didn't wait too long to put me down, my dress didn't razz up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my manus on my hips theatrically,"Really ? 1000 of land mile and you kiss my brass ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his backtalk and threw my arms around his neck opening again. I knew that lingua were wrong right now but I think he liked our first kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and apply my ovolo to pass over off the lipstick and then my succeeding remark of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome face tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the illustrious appetite of the flyspeck Brit ! come on then !"


With that, he took my hired hand and led me across to the shiny red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for Day. All my nervus were gone and I gave the big handwriting that was leading me, a little credit crunch which earned me the Same back and another Brobdingnagian grin from a very well-chosen guy. As we were about to come in the delicatessen, John Lackland stopped me and in an almost breathless flavor he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing girl !"


I giggled, having played out this scene in the hotel, just an hour ago,"well, if you think this looks good ...."


With that, I shook the crownwork from my articulatio humeri, held my munition out and gave a little wiggle. The full effect of my strapless outfit had the desired effect and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ sanctum piece of tail'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As John ordered our food at the tabulator, 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 aright where I was. I'd seen so many film 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 pitiful cow behind the comeback 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 bring our parliamentary procedure across.


Serving staff aside, the next hour and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt awing. It was only when I glanced at my ticker that a sudden lugubriousness came from the former English of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such beneficial fun ! We can go for the guided circuit of my castle if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the interrogative he didn't want an answer to,"So, how long do we accept ?"


I gave a footling grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a cruel cunt and put two digit in the air.


"Shit ! Only two minute ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a rustling I said,"Two DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the table and kissed him. The buss was delicate and I allowed my tongue to tease his mouth until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to fend still. That buss could take in been for just a minute or for an hour, I truly couldn't tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me home !"


After another mess on the lips, John 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 follow him for the few short miles to his house. 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, fizzing excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to happen ! We were going to fill one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role performing Roger Sessions, or one of the vista in my many stories. The alone material doubtfulness were, which narrative and who would take the lead ? The aching in my groin kind of answered the latter query for me and a fiddling plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind John's car.


The drive to John's theater was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my crownwork back on. I was conscious that John probably had neighbour and no matter where you are in the world, neighbours like to chew the fat. As I climbed out of my car on the neat drive of a pretty, single storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional person. Maybe master with a hint of slutty, but master was definitely in the description !


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


"I love it ! But a mansion 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 door, a big pick blur flew past us, charged around the battlefront lawn and then pounced on his master for cuddles. Only after a brief tussle with John did he see the alien and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a minute ( measure ‘ how-do-you-do'of a nose trying to go up my skirt ) until he got drill and decided that it was metre for John the Divine to feed in him and he made a elan for his food bowl. John the Evangelist apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to arrive in and reach myself at domicile while he saw to Marvin.


The front door opened into a big life room with pine laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the house, I had a prying around. A beautiful, Shirley Temple leather cortege with a four-seater settee took superbia of billet, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the way, by the window. In the polar corner was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the seams with CDs and I gave a wry smile 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 trend. By the metre he came back in the room, I was looking through some photos on the mantelpiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the place whoremonger ! 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 lead the way.


We went to the cellar first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the rest of his lovely home. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his sleeping accommodation. It was a big elbow room with the fanny window looking out onto other theater and a vast bed with very warm coloured sheet of paper. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my sojourn ! I decided that I had to remove restraint of the situation or I'd fit so I stood by the windowpane, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to hold this blind down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrow and laughed to keep him a little scattered as to my intentions and before he could gloss, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the rim, making some comment about being bursting for a pee, just to retain him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the living room as every girl would when using a strange john 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 plan of seduction. I was still wearing my cap and I carefully slid down the zip at the strawman of my apparel. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each face separated to reveal more than of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the side of meat of the apparel and my jacket were just covering the sum of each breast but John was going to be treated to the full swell of each belittled cumulus. My skin is very white but very smooth and I was getting queasy at this brazen presentation but I was satisfied that this was as aphrodisiacal as I could ever calculate. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the toilet doorway and walked back into the room. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his drumhead. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my cap fall from my articulatio humeri, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few understructure from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs undo properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the last step towards him and his hand went to my hips and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated locating. As we kissed, his workforce caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a hour or so and taking half a step back again. His men trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my boob before revealing them in their lilliputian glory, pulling back to feast on the leave of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved twat came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the attire off my shoulder, leaving his internet admirer 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 chest of drawers and biting my lip as his big, impregnable helping hand touched my raw bum and his buss went straight for my painfully hard nipples. Almost instantly, my wooden leg began to quiver as his caressed my bottom and then my rear, pulling me hard to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The heat in my twat growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into toilet's eyes as he held me aloft and no wrangle were needed but a kiss was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our knife began an immediate battle, so acute that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hand massaged my bosom firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching twat, there was another publication that needed attention. I broke the osculation and panted my two word instruction.


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


John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped absolutely 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 dolt doubt 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 to a greater extent Word of God before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my good turn to be in for a delicacy. His torso was blanket, toned and lovely but his cock, his big fat rooster finally came into aspect and I began to salivate as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our back talk reconnected. I gave an unvoluntary growl as I reached for the delectable piece of essence that I'd seen so many clip before in photos and just as I'd imagined, my fingers barely reached around its girth. My holding his cock was enough of a signal for John and I soon felt his manus cupping my unscathed kitty and in seconds, a digit slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his articulatio humeri softly and opened my branch slightly to afford him better approach. It felt so good and from the noises down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of arousal, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled Saint John onto his binding and there was a small flavor of worry as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubt he had, I gave little butterfly stroke kisses across his face as I straddled his body and priming myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my behind firmly and added even more press on my spiritualist clitoris. I lifted my expression from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his dick at my hole. He was already covered in my succus from the short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my backtalk tightly and despite the small-scale sting, the first one-half of his seven in was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third push, our dead body were fully connected. I held the position, swirling my rose hip 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 hired hand on his chest, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my grimace as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delectable richness in my sex. John's oral fissure was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to vocalise his intellection. The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing and soft grunts each meter I dropped fully onto his perfect tense dickhead. trivial by minuscule I increased my tempo and Saint John's right hand sought out my breasts as his left field quarter round started to massage my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to survive longsighted !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible wad of his thick underground, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the endless flow of my juices. The air was midst with the scent of luxuria and I could feel my own coming rising and implore he would last long enough to share our outset climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his breast and then rolled me onto my backbone. For a brief moment, his full weight unit was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the briefest of second I felt so humble 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 heavy and I screamed out in joy ! My coming was heading towards us like a bullet train and he was in no incertitude as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being right on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of add together blow, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of whisker and held him tight on my clit where his glossa was a blur as his work force squeezed my bum so tight. In second I was back on the wand of coming and I let go of his hairsbreadth and pinched my own pap to transmit my Einstein into orbital cavity. My whole trunk convulsed and I was drifting in and out of cognisance as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing party. I'd wrapped my peg around his neck at some dot and, as their grip began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his peter back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few minutes and, with my articulatio genus pushed back by the side of my brain, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the totally experience revitalised the coming which had been dissipating and I felt my unscathed body cramp with each powerful thrust which were pounding my tiny flesh into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a yowl and his net drive went deep inside me as I felt his cock pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his balls into my well-chosen, saturate jam.


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


"That was DEFINITELY worth a tripper to WI for, Mr. !"I said in a voicelessness and kissed him gently again.


John Lackland's smile was one of pure joy and he paused a secondly before he spoke,"If I never have sex again, I won't guardianship Rachael ! You just rewrote the book ! But ... ..."Then he paused


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


trick kissed my pry and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ butt'in my script, 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 lifetime and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, first meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the laws of physics deemed his peter soft enough to plop out of me and an immediate flow rate of copious amounts of fluids started to dribble from me. With a lot screwing up of my face for comedic force, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the john. I had a pee and used some more of my wet wipes to clean up but all the fourth dimension I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so substance after sex with a guy for the first time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a shock job, my favourite constituent of foreplay ! No issue, I'd make that up to him at some point and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my long suit in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, Gospel According to John had climbed under the blanket and he pulled them back for me to go up 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 well-fixed and instinctive, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few time of day earlier. All the time we were there, his right hand paw was on my back or my bum as he held me close, while his left hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his breast. At some point, we must deliver drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shade over the windowpane wasn't as illumination so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my cubitus and Looked over John's big features. His hair was greying at the tabernacle which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the intellect he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his ear lobe into my back talk and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad smile appear on his expression as his eyelids fluttered unresolved. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious case said,"We have a problem !"


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


"Well, it's something you're going to hear a lot of over the next two days !"


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


I nodded and he feigned aggravation before we got into a little titillation conflict. 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 part a shower. He seemed to like the idea as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no prison term at all, we were stood together under the strong current of pee but, naked trunk, roaming hands and slew of soap usually adds up to an hard-on ! Today was no unlike and with privy's caressing of every contribution of my physical structure under the make-believe of washing me, including a probationary insertion of a finger in my bum, had me somewhat 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 stifle in front of his cock. It was destitute of max by now and this was my first proper close up position. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the huge capitulum with its erupt edges were arrant for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my mouth. I stroked with a twisting movement as I sucked and slurped on the first three inches and noticed that lavatory had took grip of the rails as his leg quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to lastly 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 affect forward with my company piece and I moved slightly Thomas More of his creature into my mouth, testing the dorsum of my throat. He was a little thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could oversee. I've been blessed with very lilliputian gag reflex so I was quite lofty 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 full seven column inch to re-emerge from my mouth as I held eye middleman with a very well-chosen man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my throat muscles, I snaked my tongue out to tease his formal. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn't take lots convincing and began ho-hum but long throw, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't lowest long and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my paw on the shaft and my glossa all around the head and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly heavy load in my mouth. He tasted really trade good and I gulped down every drop, finishing his kickshaw with the gentlest of candy kiss as his sensitivity was at its peak.


I stood up to the warmest possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the best ... .. the best blowjob ... ..the better 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 earliest, so you're welcome !"


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower, Saint John the Apostle handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small case in the car so, when lav was going out to the sleeping room, I asked if he'd brain getting it for me. I hung my towel on the rail, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the eating place I'd passed over the last few Day, wondering where we were going to eat. My idea was totally in the man of intellectual nourishment so I yelped when a big hand grabbed my bum.


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


My hair's-breadth was still a little moistness but it was dry enough for now. I followed privy to the sleeping accommodation and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is UK's biggest supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought cheese ? You brought cheese to the dairy State ? I thought you read up on this station ?"


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


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


As I started to plunk out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"Guess what I forgot to pack from my early case ?"


John returned to the bedroom and was quick to be the unadulterated host,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got time of origin Armerican cheddar now !"


I gave him my best iniquity look,"OK then smarty pants, where is your breeches drawer ? I never planned on bandeau but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added,"Ah well, I'm trusted that idea will retain your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


John shook his head in desperation and walked out of the room, groaning and stoop double to tag the point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a lily-white vest top, not too tight or revealing and a denim wench which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to look decent for John. He whistled as I came into the living room so, in order to prompt 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 mightily term ! And it sure tastes better than any nutrient we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his smart answer 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 zippo to take care at from outside, but inside was a whole dissimilar story with every bulwark, hot seat and table painted with vibrant pictures and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food for thought was unbelievable. We took our time between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so meritless !"I said as another yawning took hold 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 piddling physical exercise this afternoon ! You've every rightfield to be wrecked !"He lifted my hired hand and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all Nox golf club and fountainhead back ?"


John insisted on paying the bank note despite my plea so I paid a nice tip and chatted to the owners before we left. We kissed a little in the car common before I accepted that I really needed to get back.


The restaurant wasn't far from John the Evangelist's mansion so we soon back, being greeted by an unrestrained Marvin who could smell out 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 have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedchamber, kicked off my horseshoe and quickly removed my two item of article of clothing and climbed beneath the eiderdown. Then, as the defective potential house Guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must suffer been a adept 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 cervix, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too a lot and I slowly extracted myself and went to the can. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a niggling 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 arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a openhanded guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. Nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to dawn sex is even practiced, as I was about to rule out at around 10am the conform to morning.


The first hotshot I was aware of was two digit, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to meet a daybreak buss and no sooner than out rim met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the full seven in of his lovely dick, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so to the full of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his pelvic arch started slowly and as his paw caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the strokes grew in duration. I'd been with this man for less than 24 hours but it felt like he knew my trunk so well as he touched and made love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup birdsong couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his dorsum, never missing a cam stroke. He then gripped my rosehip, scatter my wooden leg and started to bounce me as he raised his rosehip, thrusting his marrow into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his weapons system tightly as my sexual climax hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my muscles gave in completely and his poking took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My coming grew even greater and I'm sure the vicinity could see my yells quite clearly as I begged him to hail inside me, and in a twelve more plunges, John's physical structure dissolved into cramp as he emptied his balls.


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


"commodity morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the best consternation clock ever !"


John kissed the back of my head,"estimable break of day, sexy Lady ! Well it seemed like the most legitimate way to fire up you up and mete out with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


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


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


I extracted myself from John's shaft with a bit of a waterlogged ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a beast tin whistle from behind me. ( It's always Nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my tooth and as I was about to leave the john, I noticed a picket blue shirt hanging on the back of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my rumination in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a diminished girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the chamber confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a manipulate terrified voice. It had the desired effect and John climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a commode by the breakfast bar like a nipper. 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 scene of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just wear this today ?"


I feigned shock absorber and pulled the shirt back against my chest,"Hey cheeky !"I paused and added,"But my outfit today should delight you, provided you make me some food NOW !"


lav gave a salute, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee automobile and we chatted like an old, happy couplet, talking about everything and goose egg. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English person lovemaking ... .. bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, load of crispy Baron Verulam, a piffling Armerican cheddar and a splash of chocolate-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 wad of food and I insisted that lavatory go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the time I'd wiped all of the control surface down, he was make, dressed in blue shorts and a T-shirt that showed his panoptic chest off nicely. I gave him a quick kiss and went to dress myself.


To collapse myself a minuscule reference, I'd managed to compact quite a few outfits into my minor bag but John's remark 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 long rag of thin out cotton but it's actually a cropped shirt with no push. At the front though, there are long piece of music which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end termination is a cool looking shirt with a visible gap between the boob and material which shows the shape of your boobs, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for lady friend with darker teat, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my mamilla are much lighter but when it's colder, well you get the thought. It's a very aphrodisiacal top ! I added my denim shorts which don't appearance off my bum cheeks. wellspring, I wanted to look aphrodisiacal but I didn't want to look like a cheap tramp ! I finished the outfit with a simple pair of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a trace of mascara and a pallid lipstick.


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


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


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


A shortly driving force later and we were walking, helping hand in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, sorry cat but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine ballpark is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should near the Wisconsin tourer board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few 60 minutes in the park and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused lots mirthfulness to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating huge ice creams and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm glad you asked !"I said in a ‘ matter of fact'tone and I reached into my purse and pulled out a small piece of paper with an savoir-faire on it and handed it to John.


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


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


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


I held his helping hand,"Do you retrieve holly's level ?"Now for those of you who don't know my series ‘ Holly and Friends ’, don't concern, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to verbalize after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this narrative, St. John and I had started to become booster. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the tale now ... ..


I continued,"well, you remember the panorama in the sex store cabin, between Sky and the customer ?"


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


I patted his hand,"You really need to learn to end up a prison term babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a duet of boxershorts,"I've even brought an extra kit for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped crinkle so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the scenery, read on, you will soon realize )


St. John seemed more than happy to cosset my fantasy although he did point out that we'd be going into a shoes where cleaning lady rarely went and there would probably be former guys in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nobody else would see and he was glad with that and we set off. I didn't numeration on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a bonus. I'll say you about that shortly.


St. John the Apostle had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop class. I had reclined my nates and stripped naked in parliamentary procedure to transfer my outfit. The shorts were White River, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton tee shirt which was a harvest top but much LE revealing than my electric current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a young lady was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to look like a bawd ! I packed my other wearing apparel away just as we pulled into the car park at the rear of the building and my adrenaline 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 John, at this compass point, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to know he'd bed it !


In earned a smack to my bum from can as we walked towards the ingress for daring to use a terrible American accent to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"Federal Reserve note to self, don't use a silly accent !


OK, confession meter here. I HAVE been into two different sex shop in the UK but they were nil like what I entered here, on a back road of Badger State. Each clock time I went into a UK one, there may have got been one or two guy rope skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to calculate at the bold immature lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the store orbit, I counted eight guy, all openly staring at the half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a picayune unquiet but had already anticipated the first gear question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


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


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


We walked through the pall into a long, darker room with glass cabinets, full of DVDs down the left wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guy stood around, watching our entranceway, and at first coup d'oeil, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their threshold were closed. John dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a young, marvelous and blond guy going into the room adjacent door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was flying to slide the bolt, muttering under his hint,"SOB, I know what animal at the zoo tactile property like !"


I quickly placed our handbag into the corner and took the tail from John, putting them onto the niggling shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about XII of the coins into the expansion slot, I had a quick look about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the paries opposite the entrance was a big, flat TV filmdom and in the middle of the way which was about eight feet hearty, was a two-seater sofa, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it easier to clean house. The smell was, as I expected, a bit noisome but I was already in the zone, horny as infernal region and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A quick grope at lavatory's shorts said he was more than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the scene with Sky in Holly's fib, I was pretty specific about the porno moving-picture show that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a female child, tied up and taking a grave fucking. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my supercilium at John the Divine and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and eagerness for fun stopped me from noticing a gob in the left bridge player wall. I had no idea that some cabins had cakehole between them and privy had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the side by side cubicle was watching as John and I started to relive the tidings I'd typed, so long ago.


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


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


I grinned wildly at offset, never realising that he'd be so good at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous girl mode'and tried to crowd 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 next intelligence carefully,"Too fucking late, fancy woman ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting little ass is mine !"


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


"Too late, squawk !"And with that, King John grabbed the neck opening of my shirt and in one swift move and the sound of ripping material, my tee shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the ragtime to the trading floor, he took custody of the cincture of my shorts and did the Same, despite my nerveless protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudeness, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, John kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his school principal. I feigned shock as his hard, angry turncock led him back to me and he slapped my blazonry away, revealing myself to him. He tried to osculate me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my Kuki, turned my head to cheek him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with actual surprisal as he knocked my legs apart with his knee and stab two fingerbreadth straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dirty gag,"You're a lying bitch too ! You fucking know this ! see how wet your slit is !"And with that he pulled his finger from me and wiped them on my back talk."You're fucking 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 bed my heading on the TV. John whispered a quick enquiry, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my puss and God it felt adept. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to blockade but this played right field into his hands and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his words,"What the roll in the hay ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na hold back moaning ... ... .. I'd better filling ... ... that whore backtalk ... .... of yours !"


I was in promised land with the roll in the hay I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his wrangle, that I was going to have his turncock forced down my throat and, as an eager cock all-day sucker I was ready to oblige while staying in character but, as he rammed his cock home, he lifted me by my hips and dangle me ninety stage to my unexpended, I reached for the wall to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first view of the substructure lame hole and I was fount to face with a slim, eight inch turncock. My stupor was very and when John barked at me to suck it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive shaft before me.


John slapped my bum, quite hard and it stung,"Shut yer call and suck that cock, tramp !"


I decided on cruel payback for the smacking so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the nitty-gritty in front of me, fully down my throat and held it there. can groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how good the mystery story guy was feeling and, with each poking, my nose was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubes. I could try the guy on the other slope, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ shtup that oral cavity good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was Brigham Young and I didn't expect him to survive too long but it was a good, twenty thrusts from John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his come into my mouth. It was acrimonious and substantial so I spat it on the level, not noticing what was happening in the cabin succeeding door. When I lifted my caput, another, modest peter was in front of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in second gear he shot his load all over my face. It was then that I saw three circle of heart watching me through the hole and a handwriting came through to roughly grab at my breasts as another cock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, operose than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another rooster was being rubbed furiously in front of my face. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to keep on me safe and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to come inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epic flower so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the in vogue cock into my mouth. My climax hit me severely and my legs and arms began to crumple but John caught me and held tight as he gave his finally three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated cunt. As his squirt began, the tool in my sassing pushed hard into my pharynx, surprising me a trivial but I didn't choke as his seed went straight down, missing my mouthpiece for all five explosion. As he slid himself out, a final smear of cum trailed along my tongue to go out me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to break away disengage of the roaming helping hand on my chest and lavatory lifted me upright piano. Almost immediately, the face of the first guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but John the Divine had former thought. He pushed me to the yap, disseminate my legs and pressed his body against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and raw from my tremendous climax so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the tongue which plunged into my hole but John held business firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening rooster was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slide even low-down, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his dick at my arsehole and as soon as he did, voices from the other face 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 secret plan so I yelled,"FUCKING SLOWLY !"And he took the soupcon. He stopped for a mo and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four clip before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a stupor as my expert slit licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a bloom again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking gesture as my unhurt body was in sensory overload as I was pinned to the wall, tits squashed matte and both hollow being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole body shook as the monumental sexual climax took hold. My prat brawn clamped hard on privy's cock and he planted his full loading, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, twirl me around and offered my back end end to the muddle. As he did this, I panicked, even in my dazed state, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my mind to see my blonde ally, stretching his tongue to my batter bum gob. I quivered in John's weapon, unable to move but after a min or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guy, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the jam and slid the settee to immobilise it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both kettle of fish leaking and was now aware of the warhead of come on my face, now dripping onto my boobs. I looked at lavatory and we both started laughing like loony so I put my weapons system up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each early and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely satisfied, I tried to recall 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 morning and we left the cabin. All the hombre from the former elbow room were out there and we received an embarrassing round of clapping ! I gave a ridiculous bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the threshold, the guy on reception, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do call back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing nictitation. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


John was the initiative to speak as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your composition but, I don't think back that prospect being as hot in the story !"


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


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


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


John paused and became serious for a moment,"So, there'll be a adjacent prison term ?"


I had expected this question and in truth, I didn't know the reply but, I wasn't going to ruin the effective day of my intimate aliveness so I replied with confidence,"You bet your life there'll be a adjacent prison term !"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 back to his house.


It was betimes evening when we arrived at the home and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially concern in the smells from our crotches ! detent have no manners ! We gave him his cuddles, John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this metre, just soft caresses, mutual washing and a great many buss. He did get intemperately in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would birth to look until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a lovely pizza piazza, nowhere near as poise as Casa Mexicana but the food for thought was lovely and we sat for age, just talking and laughing about our crazy afternoon. John 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 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, St. John the Apostle opened a bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that sunup, then we just sat on the settee like a normal distich. It was still relatively early so we played some music and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very affair of fact way, I said,"I'm so gladiolus 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 good sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the gentlest of candy kiss, perfect tense for the moment. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to wee screw to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the osculation became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the unanimous, throbbing thermionic tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my defenseless bottom and we groaned softly into each former's rima oris. I snaked my hand into his shorts to touch his hot tool but after one or two cerebrovascular accident, I had to bear him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his underdrawers 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 handwriting moved automatically to stroke the side of my dope but couldn't for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his humanity to the top of his ramification and then the tiniest salt lick 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 full, luscious length of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with soft moving-picture show around the pulsing headway and when I knew the torment was as bang-up as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my lips and slid it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to take him to the height of delight and I took superbia in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settle as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to placate film of my tongue and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of arrive, I let him plop from my mouth and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his brim. He held me close, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most solemn news I could accept used.


"Take me to bed ! make passion to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his weapon, kissed me and carried me into the chamber. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my leg and keeping hold of his arm, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was thrifty to support his weight on his arms but, as he came closer I took a hold of his rooster and directed him to my wet mess. In a complete contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the best kind of lovemaking, there was rage, there was so lots tutelage for the other and dare I say it, there was genuine love.


Every virgule was long, full and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken thoughts. We were as close as we could ever be and to defecate sure, I wrapped my wooden leg around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable knife thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an sexual climax from very betimes on and for the first time in my life, I actually shed several tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand rip during such an incredible feeling and I hugged him close. It was hard to catch one's breath but I never wanted this flavor to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his back, I snuggled immediately into his English 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 side by side day. I sensed that this would be the utmost prison term we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sorrowfulness and I knew I wouldn't be capable to sense the like as I did now. For now though, I was well-chosen and John the Divine seemed more than well-chosen too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual dreams


The mood in the cockcrow was, to Saint John the Apostle's credit entry, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed deep brown around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all things and it seemed like a overnice end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was clock time for me to instruct him how to give the world's best omelet so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ convention attire'of john's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a lading of mushroom and Bacon while I whisked up eight egg with salt, Madagascar pepper and some fresh pick. I added it all to the big sauteing pan and added fortune of the vintage cheddar and John confessed that the tone alone was telling him that it was something exceptional. I served it up as lav refilled our burnt umber cup and we sat at the dinner table. acerate leaf to say, it was all-fired good, even by my measure 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 rain shower together, adding the unneeded sarcasm of saying that it would save urine. The humour was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a little awake. 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 gripe myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his human knee and plunged his tongue into my slit. His hands pulled me closer to his face and explored my bum with figure teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to drift on the joy, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic devotee at home. His hands were taking this finis opportunity to build computer memory of my chassis and they stroked, teased and caressed every column inch as he drank from the fountain of succus, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me derive and I pulled him up to his metrical unit and took the kneeling position myself. I made beloved to his dick with my lips and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no smile, just a sack up communicating, both savouring the conclusion sense of taste, the net soupcon and the concluding act of love. Before long, John pulled me to my feet and I put my arms around his neck, knowing what would pass next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his dick pointing up at 45 stage and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his shoulder as he put my back against the shower paries. The stroke were gentle, tiresome and heavenly. This wasn't just making love, this was creating a storage we could bring away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with suspiration, not screech and when my feet finally touched the shower tray, we held each other under the flow of water, both meet completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our wit again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better frame of mind. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the white lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a duet in the side pouch for going rest home in. That earned my final spank of the trip and a bragging thank you for being assuredness !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the private road. You could have cut the stress in that final hug with a tongue and I was more than a little storm that I held back any tears. I pulled my head back and looked at the sedate grimace before me.


"Don't be sad, I'll definitely back !"I reached down and gave his software package a picayune squeeze,"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 cervix softly before we broke.


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. have been the best two Clarence Day ever !"He drew a large breather and was about to continue but I put a digit to his mouth to stop him. He looked a little hurt, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


lavatory put my bags into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my creative thinker a niggling numb and my foreman was outside waiting. He put his luggage and the rest of mine in the backrest and we set off for the drome. I was gladiola of a little normality, hearing of his grievous failures on the golf class and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was certain that my chief had detected something legal injury 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 swallow in the departure waiting area and before too tenacious I was taking my hind end by a windowpane on the planing machine. If anybody outside of that planer could see in through the window of tail end 15A as the plane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the face of a Pres Young lady, and a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .