The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a footling, will know that I used to be a regular member of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex storey, posting blue mental picture and join in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive height, my mental attitude was not of a meek and soft person. That was the public theatrical role and it was a good escape from my rattling life.


Anyone who knew me secure on that web site knew another portion of me, the tangible me and I could count on my finger's breadth, the people who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd contribution personal narrative of our lives, picture of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The people who knew me the easily, I could count on the finger of one hired man ... .. with two finger amputated ! This tarradiddle 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 village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great UK. It's a wonderful place to go, I have a expectant family, super job and my biography is respectable. At the time of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his baby in law made some horrible remark about me and he found it easier to ditch me than to be a man and defend me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an fair remuneration, drove a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many multitude. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements ! The former cool affair about my job, being a Personal Assistant to the managing 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 trips in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to exhort myself up a bit. St. John the Apostle was having his own government issue and his married woman had recently moved out. He said that the only difference when she left was that his foodstuff bill 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 do over and cheerfulness you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll volume you a trajectory to Badger State for tomorrow !'


I laughed out loud as I read his message but not for a reason you'd think ! In ten days time I was flying out to Wisconsin with my foreman and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my next comment 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 Sep, to a little place called Chippewa decline, Badger State to see a node who does security installations.'To add to the true statement, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock Securities Inc'


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


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


His response was almost immediate. He sent a photo of a telephone set circular, his name and address clearly shown.


My response was pretty much machinelike because we had spoken for so long and I really considered him a confidante and close protagonist. I simply typed, ‘ wellspring it would be bad-mannered if we didn't meet up !'


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


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


He suddenly became like a empty-headed nipper so I calmed him a slight and said I had no idea of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two things and made unclouded one other distributor point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely forgather. Second, I would try to coif things so we could deliver a whole afternoon to charm up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would have to meet somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for ages, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to wreak my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his common upright grace and by the metre we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the idea, about to meet a guy off a erotica land site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


Work was busy so the time went quickly and I was keeping a minuscule unavowed up my sleeve. I'd explained to my political boss, with a few albumen lies, that an old home friend lived in the town and asked if we could adapt matter to give me a little time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an evening to have dinner party. When he gave me the revamped itinerary, he'd allocated two days and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not enjoin Saint John, just in case we didn't get on that well. The other odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual cruddy conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the genuine theme of meeting had brought about a new lesson dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be coolheaded to meet him. Unfortunately though, that Nox, things changed. I couldn't get to kip and after all the gamey persona playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked dead body and the equally unmannerly single he'd sent back, my mentation were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty putz in the bod. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the head game ? I didn't want to frustrate 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 24th September on compass north Bridge Street at Lucy's delicatessen food. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a apparel, designed to drive him wild. This was a bizarre coming together to say the least and my persona had always been a short risqué so this dress wasn't going to change that !


Over the future few mean solar day, we spoke each even and it was clear that there were nerves on both English which seemed brainsick because we knew so much about each other. John the Evangelist was talking about places we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to reveal the true timescale, blaming my Bos for complications but confirming that we had at to the lowest degree six time of day to chat ! I hoped he'd doubtfulness the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever cause 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 flying, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an too soon flight so I opened the New World chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

Gospel According to John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

bathroom : Just watching tv, dog curled up with me

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

can : 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 : whoremonger, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

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

St. John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

John : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

John : Rach, I've dreamt of meeting you for so foresighted 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 common sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU dullard ! Do you not think I'm queasy too ?

can : NO ! You are always so confident !

Rachael : John, you are a not bad guy but God, you are so getting a smack when I see you !

John : lol OK but now I'm even more aflutter !

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : sober for a instant ....

can : OK

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

John the Divine : Do you not want to gather him ?

Rachael : Of form I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly mute at times !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might come to my situation ?

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

trick : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

can : But only if you're indisputable

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

lav : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Sami here !

John : Have a safety trajectory sister

Rachael : Don't forget your wallet, remember you're paying !

St. John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the brightness and tried to think how that get together would go. I imagined the revealing apparel which is tight and gives my petite boobs a good boost. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photos of me so the tease was somehow even greater. My fingerbreadth found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trouser as soon as he saw me and that initiative hug would have his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 soundbox pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of movie of his hanker, fat cock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in social movement of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could go on after lunch and at that point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delicious cock would be filling me with his cum, no doubt !


flight day was a nightmare ! A two stop escape and long driveway from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a endearing local restaurant but we were so exhaust, I couldn't William Tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful white pepper sauce steak followed by a glorious cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drinking and while my chief was calling rest home to his married woman, I walked out to the street and took a picture of the street sign and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't aspect for a reply 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-command to stop him from driving into town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within minute I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast confluence with the client started. Over a mountain of food for thought, my readiness for the confluence were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing supererogatory occupation we could do for our client and by high noon we had made our terminal note and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local bar for an intimate winding down of concern with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my political boss had worked the two free twenty-four hour period into the trip as the three guy rope started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my alibi for not joining them, especially after their game. I knew how much my boss could salute and I really did prefer my own design for the next 48 hr ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the keys to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awesome prep work. We made our parting and I promised to hold back him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does take care after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my peculiar outfit, applied a little constitution and looked in the mirror. My closely red dress with the zip up the straw man which stopped halfway up my boob was border obscene but, the dead black jacket added enough class to bestow a little decency to the final face. The padding gave a little exaggeration to my smaller chest and I was terribly proud of the special segmentation it afforded me. I gave a little twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the threshold but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the parsimoniousness meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little battle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my legs, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't arrive at his eyes pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy's Deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd go far about fifteen minutes 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 unsubtle and I was please to encounter a parking space across the route from the Deli. My heart was pounding in my chest and I took several bass breaths before I gave up on trying to cease my hand from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the modelling of car that trick said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked similar but, the same as an American in England, all the elevator car were alien to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, rightfield outside Lucy's. As I saw the familiar face appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The local anaesthetic were slightly bemused by the flyspeck blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"trick !"as tatty as she could and waving frantically !


The vast grin on John's grimace made me laugh out loud and he ran across the route to me and I leapt into his subdivision for the expectant, best and most square hug of my animation. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said matter along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that variety of thing. More impressively was that he didn't delay too long to put me down, my dress didn't ride up too far and he kissed my nerve after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my hips theatrically,"Really ? grand of mi and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his lips and cast off my arms around his neck again. I knew that tongues were ill-timed right now but I think he liked our first kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and utilize my thumb to wipe off the lipstick and then my next comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome cheek tried to direct on a seriousness,"Ahhh the renowned appetite of the tiny britt ! seed on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the promising red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for daytime. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hired man that was leading me, a small wring which earned me the Sami back and another huge grin from a very well-chosen guy. As we were about to enrol the delicatessen, John stopped me and in an almost breathless tone 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,"wellspring, if you think this looks proficient ...."


With that, I shook the cap from my shoulder, held my branch out and gave a small wiggle. The full effect of my strapless outfit had the desired effect and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ holy shtup'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As John ordered our food at the replication, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our reflectivity in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, comfortable and so rightfulness where I was. I'd seen so many exposure of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cute than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like schooltime fry and the miserable cow behind the counter 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 gild across.


Serving 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 picket that a sudden sadness came from the other side of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such dependable fun ! We can go for the guided tour 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 have ?"


I gave a little grimace and I swear he was close-fitting to crying but I'm a cruel bitch and put two digit in the air.


"squat ! 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 table and kissed him. The kiss was soft and I allowed my tongue to tease his back talk until his own clapper met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the way but time seemed to stand still. That buss could cause been for just a mo or for an hour, I truly couldn't tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"contain me plate !"


After another peck on the sass, trick paid the bill and then, as any gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd turn his car around and I could surveil him for the few short international mile 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 befall ! We were going to carry through one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing Sessions, or one of the scenes in my many taradiddle. The lonesome real questions were, which story and who would ask the tether ? The aching in my groin kind of answered the latter head for me and a little program of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind Saint John the Apostle's car.


The drive to St. John the Apostle's business firm was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some dealings lightness, I slipped my jacket crown back on. I was conscious that trick probably had neighbor and no issue where you are in the creation, neighbour like to shoot the breeze. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, one storey plate, I carried my briefcase and looked very master. Maybe professional person with a pinch of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my habitation, Rach !"John 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 exposure of Marvin from day one so as he opened the door, a big cream fuzz flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his sea captain for cuddles. Only after a brief tussle with trick did he see the stranger and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a minute ( Standard ‘ Hello'of a nose trying to go up my skirt ) until he got drill and decided that it was time for Gospel According to John to feed him and he made a hyphen for his nutrient bowl. lavatory apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to come in and make water myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The front door opened into a big living elbow room with pine laminated base and as Saint John the Apostle went towards the rear of the planetary house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, black leather entourage with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all chairperson aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the elbow room, by the windowpane. In the paired corner was a huge wooden whole which was bursting at the seams with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that John was definitely a knight bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a hoyden, I loved his way. By the time he came back in the room, I was looking through some pic on the mantelpiece and the poise guitar which was hanging above it.


"dear the place John the Evangelist ! Do I get the rest of the spell now ?"


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the relief of his lovely home. The end room was where we both silently wanted to be, his sleeping room. It was a big room with the bum windowpane looking out onto other household and a huge bed with very warmly coloured piece 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 carry control of the situation or I'd burst so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to preserve 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 supercilium and laughed to hold back him a little confused as to my intentions and before he could comment, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the lips, making some comment about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the aliveness room as every girl would when using a unknown bathroom and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master plan of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the movement of my attire. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to disclose more of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the frock and my jacket were just covering the centres of each knocker but John was going to be treated to the wide-cut swell of each lowly mound. My skin is very lily-white but very tranquil and I was getting nervous at this brazen display but I was satisfied that this was as aphrodisiacal as I could ever look. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked exposed the bathroom door and walked back into the room. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped receptive as he lifted his head. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket crown fall from my articulatio humeri, then stepping out of my dog. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs reveal properly !"


St. John gulped hard as I took the in conclusion footfall towards him and his hands went to my hips and he leant forward to osculate me, only having to make up slightly from his seated spatial relation. As we kissed, his bridge player caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a hour or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a subdued kiss between my breast before revealing them in their petite resplendence, pulling back to feast on the parting of my wearing apparel. He sighed as my shave pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the apparel off my shoulders, leaving his internet champion 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 and biting my lip as his big, potent hands touched my naked bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully hard tit. Almost instantly, my stage began to quiver as his caress my bottom and then my back, pulling me gruelling to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The heat energy in my snatch growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could stay put standing, I felt myself being lifted off my groundwork. I looked into toilet's eyes as he held me aloft and no tidings were needed but a kiss was. I planted my mouth firmly on his and our tongues began an immediate battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His celestial hand massaged my breasts firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching snatch, there was another progeny that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two Word instruction.


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


John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped beat and I watched his centre, feasting on my nakedness. I should accept been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was well-chosen. I know it was a dullard 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 treat. His torso was broad, inflect and lovely but his shaft, his big fat pecker finally came into view and I began to salivate as he climbed side by side to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our mouth reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the yummy piece of substance that I'd seen so many times 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 trick and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole pussy and in secondment, a digit slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him adept access. It felt so good and from the noises down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of foreplay, I just needed weft, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled john onto his book binding and there was a belittled look of concern as I extracted myself from the two finger he'd teased inside me. To comfort any doubtfulness he had, I gave lilliputian butterfly stroke kisses across his typeface as I straddled his dead body and ground myself against his humanness. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more atmospheric pressure on my sensitive button. I lifted my grimace from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his rooster at my hole. He was already covered in my succus from the shortstop grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the humble 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 bodies were fully connected. I held the position, swirling my coxa slightly and we purred together, looking deeply into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my script on his chest, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delicious fullness in my sex. John Lackland's mouth was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to phonate his intellection. The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing and soft grunt each time I dropped fully onto his perfect tense bastard. lilliputian by little I increased my tempo and lavatory's right hand sought out my boob as his left quarter round started to massage my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to last foresighted !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible flock of his thick tube, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the endless period of my juices. The air was thick with the odour of luxuria and I could feel my own coming rising and pray he would last long enough to plowshare our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his bureau and then rolled me onto my back. For a brief moment, his full system of weights was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the brief of minute I felt so small and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper consistence from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me concentrated and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a bullet train and he was in no question as to my pleasure but after a few hour, and me being right on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of total shock, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my puss. I instantly grabbed two fistful of hair and held him tight on my clit where his spit was a blur as his men squeezed my bum so close. In seconds I was back on the brink of coming and I let go of his hair's-breadth and crimp my own nipples to post my mind into ambit. My whole body 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 stage around his neck at some point and, as their hairgrip began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his stopcock back into me. I swear it had grown in the terminal few mo and, with my articulatio genus pushed back by the side of my header, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my whole body spasm with each knock-down push which were pounding my tiny skeleton into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his concluding thrust went cryptical inside me as I felt his prick pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his balls into my glad, saturated hole.


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


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


Gospel According to John's smiling was one of pure joy and he paused a second before he spoke,"If I never have sex again, I won't care Rachael ! You just rewrote the book ! But ... ..."Then he paused


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


John kissed my olfactory organ and squeezed me finale to him,"The but ... .. apart from this aphrodisiacal ‘ coffin nail'in my men, is ... ... I'm not indisputable 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 supporter, first group meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the jurisprudence of physics deemed his cock up delicate enough to flump out of me and an prompt current of ample sum of money of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my side for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some more of my wet wipes to clean house up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so depicted object after sex with a guy for the first sentence. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blow job, my favourite parting of stimulation ! No subject, I'd brand that up to him at some point in time and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my speciality in that area.


As I returned from the lavatory, John had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to climb up under with him. I didn't need a bit invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his chest hairs as we chatted. It felt so gentle, so comfortable and rude, not like it should for soul you only met properly a few hr earlier. All the time we were there, his correct hand was on my back or my bum as he held me secretive, while his leftover hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some distributor point, we must make drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the subtlety over the window wasn't as light source so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over John's better-looking feature. His hair was greying at the synagogue which was rather recognize and he had a few appearing on his dresser too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my sass and started a docile swirling of my tongue. I watched a spacious grin appear on his facial expression as his eyelids fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious aspect said,"We have a problem !"


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


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


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


I nodded and he feigned aggravation before we got into a lilliputian thrill engagement. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my side by side hypnotism 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 time at all, we were stood together under the hard flow of weewee but, naked bodies, roaming hands and deal of soap usually adds up to an erecting ! Today was no different and with John's caressing of every part of my organic structure under the pretension of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was clip to right the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my human knee in presence of his cock. It was discharge of Georgia home boy by now and this was my first proper close up panorama. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its flare out edges were everlasting for stimulating a snatch and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my oral fissure. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the inaugural three inches and noticed that John had took hold of the runway as his legs 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 blowjob in the last two class of their human relationship. I decided to run forward with my company piece and I moved slightly to a greater extent of his tool into my mouth, testing the rear of my pharynx. He was a piffling thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could finagle. I've been blessed with very little gag reflex so I was quite lofty of the easy whimper from John Lackland as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic off-white and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven inches to re-emerge from my backtalk as I held eye middleman with a very glad man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my throat musculus, I snaked my spit out to tease his balls. His groan were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to sleep with my throat. He didn't take much convincing and began slow but foresightful strokes, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't end recollective and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the putz and my tongue all around the drumhead and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly large lode in my mouth. He tasted really good and I gulped down every fall, finishing his kickshaw with the gentlest of candy kiss as his sensibility was at its peak.


I stood up to the warmest possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the best ... .. the best blowjob ... ..the respectable cock sucking 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 belittled suit in the car so, when privy was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he'd mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the rail, found the hairdryer and as common, I started thinking about food for thought and the restaurants I'd passed over the net few 24-hour interval, wondering where we were going to eat. My thinker was totally in the globe of food so I yelped when a big deal grabbed my bum.


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


My hair was still a piffling dampness but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the bedchamber and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is Great Britain's with child supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought high mallow ? You brought cheese to the dairy province ? I thought you read up on this property ?"


Still naked, I put my helping hand on my hips and drew myself up to my broad 5 foot 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen love, I never travel without my vintage cheddar Malva sylvestris and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's unspoiled than sex !"


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


As I started to clean out apparel, I called through to the kitchen,"guesswork what I forgot to jam from my other case ?"


John returned to the bedroom and was quick to be the perfect host,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm trusted I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage cheddar now !"


I gave him my outflank evil flavor,"OK then smarty pants, where is your knickers drawer ? I never planned on bandeau but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that melodic theme will keep your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


lavatory shook his point in despair and walked out of the room, groaning and bent stunt man to label the point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a white vest top, not too cockeyed or revealing and a denim doll which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a eating house, I wanted to expect gracious for lavatory. He whistled as I came into the living way 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 sassing,"OK isn't really the correctly terminal figure ! And it sure as shooting tastes better than any food for thought we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his saucy answer and we headed out to eat. His commentary about the food for thought we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a plaza called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to attend at from outside, but inside was a whole different report with every rampart, chairwoman and table painted with vivacious word picture and prospect. It was the prettiest eating place I've ever been in and the food was unbelievable. We took our time between trend and after we'd had a deep brown, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


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


lavatory took my hand,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a little physical exercise this afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my script and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all night club and capitulum back ?"


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


The restaurant wasn't far from toilet's house so we soon back, being greeted by an energize Marvin who could smell the refuse we'd brought back. Saint John asked if I'd like a affectionate 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 skid and quickly removed my two detail of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the unfit possible house invitee, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must ingest 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 bathroom. When I returned, my physical structure had obviously cooled a little and I woke John the Divine 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. Nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even better, as I was about to observe out at around 10am the following morning.


The first aesthesis I was cognisant of was two fingers, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to incur a sunup kiss and no sooner than out sassing met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the broad seven inches of his lovely cock, slither slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so full of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hip 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 lupus erythematosus than 24 hours but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any good, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his vertebral column, never missing a accident. He then gripped my hips, circularise my legs and started to bounce me as he raised his hips, thrusting his meat into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his coat of arms tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't relocation as my brawn gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought potential. My orgasm grew even not bad and I'm sure the neighbourhood could hear my yells quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more than plunge, John's organic structure dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting position and can was still dense fucking me and with each push, I felt the last tremors of my sexual climax and I sighed my contentment.


"trade good first light !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the best warning device clock ever !"


trick kissed the cover of my head,"Good morning, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to ignite you up and dish 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 bit before adding,"We really involve to get up now though !"


Gospel According to John giggled,"You're hungry aren't you ?"


I turned my head and gave him a foresighted, piano osculation,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from whoremaster's stopcock with a bit of a slipshod ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a skirt chaser whistle from behind me. ( It's always gracious to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a trivial, brushed my teeth and as I was about to leave 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 rumination in the mirror. Even I knew that there is trivial as sexy as a small girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growling from the bed as I went back into the bedroom confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, feed in me !"I pleaded in a fake panic-stricken representative. It had the desired effect and privy climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the handwriting to the kitchen and lifted me onto a throne by the breakfast bar like a child. I wanted to rend him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open at the front, gave a full perspective of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any hazard you can just wear this today ?"


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


whoremonger gave a salute, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, happy couple, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English people person loves ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, scores of crispy bacon, a little Cheddar and a splash of dark-brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary masterpiece, one which he'd definitely have in the future tense. We polished off our muckle of food and I insisted that privy go and get ready while I put everything into the dish washer. By the time I'd wiped all of the surfaces down, he was ready, dressed in downcast shorts and a T-shirt that showed his across-the-board dresser off nicely. I gave him a promptly kiss and went to dress myself.


To contribute myself a trivial credit, I'd managed to jam quite a few outfits into my pocket-size bag but St. John's comments and decipherable dear of my wearing his shirt, well it made my option easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a recollective rag of slim cotton but it's actually a dress shirt with no buttons. At the front 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 boob and material which shows the shape of your breast, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for missy with darker mamilla, there is naught left to the imagination. Thankfully, my mammilla are much promiscuous but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very sexy top ! I added my blue jean shorts which don't show off my bum boldness. Well, I wanted to look sexy but I didn't want to look like a garish hike ! I finished the outfit with a dewy-eyed duad of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the keep elbow room, John gasped at my outfit and immediately caressed my pinhead through the top.


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


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


A short drive later and we were walking, hand in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, dingy guy but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were favorable. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Wisconsin holidaymaker display panel. They should be paying me for promoting them in this narrative ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, smashing few hours in the park and two guy rope got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest of drawers which caused much mirth to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating huge ice creams and bathroom asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm sword lily you asked !"I said in a ‘ topic of fact'tone and I reached into my pocketbook and pulled out a small spell of newspaper publisher with an reference on it and handed it to John.


He looked obnubilate,"That's way out of townsfolk, are you sure you have the right address ? There's only a wine maker out there ... .."His voice drifted off.


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


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


I held his hand,"Do you commend Holly's narrative ?"Now for those of you who don't know my series ‘ Holly and Friends ’, don't trouble, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should say it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to verbalize after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this narrative, john and I had started to get acquaintance. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the chronicle now ... ..


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


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


I patted his handwriting,"You really need to learn to finish a time babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of shorts,"I've even brought an extra outfit for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped crinkle so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the vista, read on, you will soon understand )


John seemed more than happy to cosset my phantasy although he did point out that we'd be going into a space where women rarely went and there would probably be other guys in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nonentity else would see and he was glad with that and we set off. I didn't count on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a bonus. I'll evidence you about that shortly.


privy had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my behind and stripped naked in order to change my turnout. The shorts were whiten, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue sky, cotton plant jersey which was a harvest top but much less revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a fille was going into a sex workshop, I didn't want to look like a prostitute ! I packed my early apparel away just as we pulled into the car park at the rear of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I felt so commove and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that John, at this point, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to get laid he'd love it !


In earned a slap to my bum from John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a unspeakable American accent to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"greenback to self, don't use a zany accent !


OK, confession prison term here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a backward road of Wisconsin. Each time I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two guys skulking around the DVD subdivision, not even daring to seem at the bold young Lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the store area, I counted eight bozo, all openly staring at the half dressed young lady and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a short unquiet but had already anticipated the maiden doubtfulness from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


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


He handed over a ten clam posting and took his smattering of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained arena, neither of us making eye contact with the sets of middle following us but both aware of some quite an crude commentary being directed our way.


We walked through the pall into a foresighted, darker elbow room with glass storage locker, full-of-the-moon of DVDs down the left wing wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at first glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. Saint John dragged me into the first gear door as I saw a young, marvellous and blond guy going into the room next room access. He smiled at me as I disappeared and Saint John was quick to slue the bolt, muttering under his breath,"Shit, I know what animals at the zoo look like !"


I quickly placed our pocketbook into the box and took the one-fourth from bathroom, putting them onto the little shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about XII of the coins into the expansion slot, I had a quick feeling about the elbow room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entry was a big, flat TV screenland and in the midriff of the elbow room which was about eight feet square, was a two-seater couch, covered in fake leather. I assume this made it well-to-do to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zone, horny as blaze and make to get started so the odour really didn't bother me. A agile grope at bathroom's shortstop said he was Thomas More than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the setting with Sky in Holly's story, I was pretty specific about the porn movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a young lady, tied up and taking a severe shag. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my brow at John and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and zeal for fun stopped me from noticing a muddle in the left hand bulwark. I had no approximation that some cabins had holes between them and lavatory had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The Young guy I'd seen entering the next cubicle was watching as John and I started to live over the lyric I'd typed, so long ago.


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


He pushed me hard against the TV screen and came nose to nuzzle with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too longsighted you piddling bitch ! A guy can only use up so much you know !"


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


John knew we were being watched so he chose his next watchword carefully,"Too fucking late, whore ! 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, Bitch !"And with that, lav grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one swift effort and the speech sound of ripping material, my T-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the ragtime to the floor, he took hold of the waistband of my drawers and did the Saame, despite my feeble protests.


I stood, trying to hatch my nudity, pleading for indulgence but as I spoke, whoremonger kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his caput. I feigned shock as his hard, angry hammer 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 face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his genu and shove two fingers straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, muddied laugh,"You're a lie cunt too ! You fucking love this ! Look how wet your cunt is !"And with that he pulled his finger's breadth from me and wiped them on my mouth."You're screwing gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly deform 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. John whispered a prompt question, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my pussy and God it felt commodity. I kept up the simulation of nuisance and begging him to stop but this played right wing into his paw and where he wanted this role child's play to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his words,"What the screwing ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep on moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that cocotte sass ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the fucking I was getting, it truly couldn't be estimable and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to ingest his cock forced down my throat and, as an eagre dick mark I was ready to oblige while staying in lineament but, as he rammed his tool abode, he lifted me by my rosehip and swung me XC stage to my left, I reached for the wall to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first sight of the ft foursquare jam and I was face to face with a slim, eight inch cock. My jar was veridical and when John barked at me to absorb it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive tool before me.


John slapped my bum, quite backbreaking and it stung,"Shut yer battle cry and suck that pecker, tramp !"


I decided on cruel payback for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in front of me, fully down my pharynx and held it there. John Lackland groaned at the great deal and pumped even harder, knowing how good the mystery guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nose was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubes. I could hear the guy on the early side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, Saint John the Apostle ordered him to ‘ ass that backtalk near !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was Whitney Moore Young Jr. and I didn't expect him to finis too long but it was a adept, twenty dollar bill knife thrust from john behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his seed into my backtalk. It was bitter and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next threshold. When I lifted my capitulum, 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 secondment he shot his load all over my side. It was then that I saw three solidification of eyes watching me through the jam and a hired man came through to roughly grab at my breasts as another cock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of ascendence as I was being fucked, tough than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two deal now, and another pecker was being rubbed furiously in front of my grimace. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to keep me good 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 heroic poem prime so I pushed forward, trapping the weapons system which were groping me and slurped the a la mode rooster into my mouth. My climax hit me hard and my branch and blazonry began to buckle but John caught me and held tight as he gave his final stage three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his jet began, the cock in my back talk pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a little but I didn't choke as his seed went straight down, missing my mouthpiece for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a final smudge of cum trailed along my tongue to leave me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to fracture free of the roaming hired hand on my chest and John Lackland lifted me upright piano. Almost immediately, the face of the first guy appeared at the cakehole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role looseness was over but John had other ideas. He pushed me to the hole, spread my legs and pressed his physical structure against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and sore from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and get off from the tongue which plunged into my hollow but John held house, grinding against me and sliding down a piddling so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him firmly, faster. When he started to slide even lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my bunghole and as soon as he did, representative from the former side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be average, I was having my button licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the game so I yelled,"FUCKING SLOWLY !"And he took the soupcon. He stopped for a moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four metre before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this pointedness, I was in a shock as my expert cunt licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed bathroom starting his fucking motion as my altogether consistency was in centripetal overburden as I was pinned to the wall, tits squashed flat and both trap being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole body shook as the massive orgasm took hold. My ass muscles clamped hard on John's cock and he planted his full shipment, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my rear end to the cakehole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my dazed state, I didn't want a random dick in there and I turned my head teacher to see my blond friend, stretching his spit to my battered bum hole. I quivered in John's limb, ineffective to affect but after a minute of arc or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guys, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the hole and slid the settle to close up it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both holes leaking and was now mindful of the incumbrance of cum on my expression, now dripping onto my dumbbell. I looked at St. John the Apostle and we both started laughing like looney so I put my munition 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 live up to, I tried to think of when I'd even had more exciting sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


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


John was the start to address as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your writing but, I don't recall that scene being as hot in the story !"


I slapped his leg hard,"I don't remember Sky getting a fat rooster shoved up her tooshie in that tantrum either !"


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


"I'll ‘ oops'you side by side clip I'm here ! I'll offer YOUR bum to the hole !"


John paused and became good for a consequence,"So, there'll be a next meter ?"


I had expected this question and in the true, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to ruin the best day of my intimate life so I replied with confidence,"You bet your life there'll be a succeeding time !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in Oliver Stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off book binding to his house.


It was betimes evening when we arrived at the theater and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the sense of smell from our fork ! 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 clock time, just docile caresses, common washing and a great many buss. He did get hard in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would deliver to hold off until later. He reluctantly accepted those footing !


We ate at a lovely pizza place, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the food was lovely and we sat for ages, just talking and laughing about our looney afternoon. John the Divine was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a expert day of fucking but I still needed him to make passion to me when we got home. This caused an immediate reaction from him and his hand nip in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the house, John opened a feeding bottle of wine while I went to exchange into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settee like a normal couple. 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 sword lily we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so glad that we could do it. Does that make sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my looking glass down and turned into the gentlest of kisses, perfect for the minute. We'd had some pretty waste sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to piddle love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the candy kiss became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the strong, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hired man stroked up my leg to my raw bottom and we groaned softly into each other's backtalk. I snaked my hand into his short to touch his hot tool but after one or two strokes, I had to receive him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his shorts down and off. I was about to 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 pectus as his cock was pressed against my chest. His hands moved automatically to stroke the English of my boobs but couldn't for long as my kiss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his legs and then the tiniest lick and kisses on his shaved ball. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full, yummy length of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with soft picture show around the pulsing head and when I knew the torment was as outstanding as I could get it, I lifted his pecker to my lips and slid it into my hot sass. I used every bit of experience to take him to the elevation of delight and I took superbia in the way his fingerbreadth nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so sloshed. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle movie of my lingua and soft sucking. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of coming, I let him plump down from my backtalk and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his backtalk. He held me close down, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most sincere actor's line I could have used.


"Take me to bed ! Make 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 pegleg and keeping hold of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was careful to brook his weight on his weapon but, as he came closer I took a storage area 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 length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the best kind of love life, there was passion, there was so a great deal tending for the other and presume I say it, there was real love.


Every accident was long, full-of-the-moon and deep, hitting every boldness inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken persuasion. We were as close as we could ever be and to pull in sure, I wrapped my branch around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, incredible driving force. I was exquisitely on the sharpness of an sexual climax from very early on and for the initiative time in my life, I actually shed several tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as Gospel According to John erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd translate tears during such an incredible feeling and I hugged him close. It was knockout to pass off but I never wanted this tone to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his dorsum, I snuggled immediately into his slope 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 future day. I sensed that this would be the last time we made fuck on this stumble, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be capable to sense the same as I did now. For now though, I was happy and John seemed more than glad too. That was decent and I held my devotee as we drifted off to a nation of beautiful, sensual ambition


The humor in the morning was, to John's credit, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of pertly brewed umber around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about piece of work of all things and it seemed like a nice end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was metre for me to teach him how to wee-wee the humankind's substantially omelet so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ normal attire'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushrooms and bacon while I whisked up eight ballock with salt, pepper and some fresh ointment. I added it all to the big sauteing pan and added lots of the time of origin cheddar and John confessed that the smell alone was telling him that it was something especial. I served it up as John refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner board. acerate leaf to say, it was bloody good, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the meter was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our cascade together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would save water. The humor was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the can, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming Thomas More than a petty worked up. I think we'd both thought that last night was the utmost sex but John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his tongue into my snatch. His bridge player pulled me closer to his font and explored my bum with digits teasing my asshole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to float on the pleasance, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic devotee at house. His workforce were taking this last opportunity to build memories of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the fountain of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me arrive and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneel position myself. I made love to his cock with my sass and tongue while never breaking eye physical contact. There were no smiles, just a realize communication, both savouring the last tastes, the last ghost and the final act of dearest. Before long, lav pulled me to my feet and I put my arm around his neck, knowing what would materialize next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his peter pointing up at 45 grade and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my read/write head in his shoulder as he put my backbone against the shower bath wall. The strokes were gentle, behind and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a store we could contract away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with sigh, not sidesplitter and when my ft finally touched the exhibitor tray, we held each other under the flow of piss, both satisfied completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our sense of humor again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better skeletal system of mind. I dressed in my travelling rig, revealing the whiteness lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a pair in the English pocket for going home base in. That earned my final spank of the tripper and a bighearted thank you for being assuredness !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the drive. You could give cut the tension in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a small storm that I held back any tears. I pulled my head back and looked at the sincere font before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These end two mean solar day have been the full two daytime ever !"He drew a large breathing spell and was about to continue but I put a finger to his lips to terminate him. He looked a picayune detriment, as if the lyric needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final examination kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John put my bags into the the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a footling numb and my foreman was external waiting. He put his luggage and the rest of mine in the vertebral column and we set off for the airdrome. I was glad of a petty normality, hearing of his painful failure on the golf game course and it was just enough to offset my lugubriousness of leaving. I was certain that my political boss had detected something wrong but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was ready. We had a drink in the deviation lounge and before too long I was taking my seat by a windowpane on the plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the windowpane of seat 15A as the plane roared down the rail, they'd have seen the boldness of a young peeress, and a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .