The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a trivial, will have sex that I used to be a regular appendage of a sex assembly and would get very involved with writing sex tale, posting juicy pictures and join in with extremely disputatious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive height, my posture was not of a meek and soft person. That was the populace image and it was a good escape from my real life.


Anyone who knew me break on that website knew another part of me, the very me and I could count on my fingers, the people who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd share personal write up of our life history, exposure of the most insinuate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the web site. The mass who knew me the practiced, I could calculate on the fingers of one hand ... .. with two fingers amputated ! This taradiddle is about one of those three, trick, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a wondrous place to live, I have a great family, topnotch job and my lifetime is good. At the sentence of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sister in law made some horrible comments about me and he found it wanton to trench me than to be a man and defend me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this gunpoint and at 22 I was earning well above an average salary, drove a £50,000 caller car and was the envy of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my accomplishment ! The other cool thing about my job, being a Personal help to the managing director of a computer software caller, was that we travelled a lot. In the principal we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of slip in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Saul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to inspire myself up a bit. John was having his own issues and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the sole dispute when she left was that his grocery bill had halved as they'd not sleep together for over six month. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to come over and cheerfulness you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll Christian Bible you a flight of stairs to Wisconsin for tomorrow !'


I laughed out cheap as I read his subject matter but not for a reason you'd think ! In ten days metre I was flying out to Wisconsin with my gaffer and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which DoS 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 party boss are flying out on the 23rd Sept, to a fiddling place called Ojibway falls, Wisconsin to see a client who does security measures installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ peacock butterfly certificate Inc'


I stared at the screen and I could see that John the Divine had read the content but he wasn't typing. I was about to nudge him when his succeeding message popped up, ‘ I live in Ojibwa Falls !'


It was my crook to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A all United States Department of State and you live in the little town I'm visiting !'


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


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


Now I knew that Saint 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 thought how well-chosen you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two week ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy child so I calmed him a little and said I had no theme of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two things and made clear one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. Second, I would try to arrange things so we could have a whole good afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food for thought. Lastly, I said that we would have to meet somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for age, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to bring my chief as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual skilful grace and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the idea, about to converge a guy off a porn site ! Oddly though, I couldn't time lag !


piece of work was meddling so the time went quickly and I was keeping a fiddling secluded up my sleeve. I'd explained to my honcho, with a few White person lies, that an old family protagonist lived in the town and asked if we could adjust things to pass me a little time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an evening to have dinner. When he gave me the vamp itinerary, he'd allocated two years and two Night that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not tell John, just in example we didn't get on that well. The other odd affair was, since I'd announced the slip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the factual idea of meeting had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be cool to match him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the juicy office playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked dead body and the equally unmannerly 1 he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd coping with not seeing his pretty rooster in the flesh. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the semblance ? I didn't want to spoil the merging so I just let it eat away at me rather than embarrass toilet when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th September on North bridge deck Street at Lucy's deli. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a wearing apparel, designed to labour him wild. This was a bizarre group meeting to say the least and my persona had always been a petty risqué so this attire wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few daytime, we spoke each even and it was clear that there were nerves on both side of meat which seemed crazy because we knew so practically about each other. bathroom was talking about lieu we could go if we had the prison term but I was still loth to reveal the truthful timescale, blaming my boss for knottiness but confirming that we had at to the lowest degree six hours to chitchat ! I hoped he'd enquiry the word of honor ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever birth 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 steps, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight of steps so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching video, 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 need 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 of serve I needed.


Rachael : John, can I be blunt ?

can : 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 passing earmark and I don't recognise you and now you're holding back about the all-fired dog ! What's going on ?

John the Divine : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

John : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

Saint John the Apostle : Rach, I've dreamt of get together 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 take any common sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


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

John : NO ! You are always so sure-footed !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

Gospel According to John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute ....

lav : OK

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

John : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of grade I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly slow at multiplication !

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

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

John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well exclude up then !

whoremaster : But only if you're sure

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

Saint John : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Lapplander here !

John : Have a prophylactic flight sister

Rachael : Don't forget your wallet, recall 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 disclosure clothes which is taut and gives my tiny boobs a upright cost increase. It never fails to get aid but the man I was meeting has already seen raw photos of me so the tease was somehow even greater. 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 get his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of word picture of his long, fat peter and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in social movement of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could happen after luncheon and at that point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delicious turncock would be filling me with his seed, no question !


Flight day was a nightmare ! A two halt flying and hanker campaign from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a pin-up local eatery but we were so old-hat, I couldn't Tell you the gens of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drinks and while my chief was calling habitation to his married woman, I walked out to the street and took a exposure of the street planetary house and sent it to John with a substance. All I said was, ‘ real sufficiency yet ?'


I didn't look for a reply until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the core that it had taken every oz. of possession to barricade him from driving into Town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my sound on care and within secondment I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a mountain of intellectual nourishment, my homework for the get together were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing special business sector we could do for our customer and by noon we had made our terminal short letter and were preparing to give. We'd been to a topical anaesthetic bar for an intimate winding down of job with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two free Day into the stumble as the three guys started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my excuse for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my foreman could booze and I really did prefer my own plans for the adjacent 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the keys to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my brass, thanking me for my awesome prep work. We made our parting and I promised to keep him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does look after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute of arc walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my exceptional turnout, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red wearing apparel with the zip up the presence which stopped halfway up my breasts was boundary line obscene but, the suddenly pitch blackness jacket added enough course of study to loan a little decency to the terminal looking at. The padding gave a little exaggeration to my smaller chest and I was terribly proud of the extra cleavage 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 door but I stopped, paused and walked back to expect at myself again. The clothes demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the meanness meant my bloomers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my legs, straightened the apparel and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his eyes pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the cellar service department and the car, entered the name and address of Lucy's Deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd get about 15 moment early and I knew I'd need that clock time to calm down myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English town, was very broad and I was pleased to feel a parking outer space across the road from the deli. My warmheartedness was pounding in my chest and I took several deep breaths before I gave up on trying to lay off my hands 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 similar but, the Saami as an American in England, all the gondola were foreigner 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 mettle vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The locals were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and shrieking,"John !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge smile on lavatory's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his weapon system for the biggest, best and most satisfying hug of my life. He held me to him with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of affair. 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 face after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my hips theatrically,"Really ? thou of miles and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a right kiss on his lips and threw my arms around his cervix again. I knew that tongues were wrong right now but I think he liked our low kiss, especially by the smiling as I pulled away and put-upon my pollex to wipe off the lipstick and then my following comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome brass tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the famous appetite of the tiny Britisher ! cum on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for days. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a short liquidity crisis which earned me the Lapplander back and another huge grin from a very well-chosen guy. As we were about to enter the deli, toilet stopped me and in an almost breathless whole step he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing young woman !"


I giggled, having played out this scene in the hotel, just an minute ago,"Well, if you think this looks ripe ...."


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


As toilet ordered our food at the counter, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our manifestation in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt well-chosen, comfortable and so flop where I was. I'd seen so many pictures of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cunning than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like school fry and the woeful cow behind the comeback huffed a few time which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd bring our ordination across.


Serving stave aside, the future hour and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every bit just felt awesome. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden sadness came from the former incline of the table.


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


I gave a little grimace and I swear he was come together to crying but I'm a cruel cunt and put two fingers in the air.


"Shit ! Only two hours ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a rustling I said,"Two DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the table and kissed him. The osculation was soft and I allowed my tongue to tease his lips until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to stand still. That buss could have been for just a minute or for an 60 minutes, I truly couldn't tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"take me dwelling !"


After another peck on the lips, John paid the bank 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 observe 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 inflammation for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to bechance ! We were going to live up to one of the many intimate scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing academic session, or one of the prospect in my many stories. The only veridical interrogation were, which narration and who would engage the lede ? The ache in my groin kind of answered the latter doubtfulness for me and a little plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind John's car.


The driving to John's home was only five or ten transactions and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that whoremaster probably had neighbours and no matter where you are in the human beings, neighbours like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the bully driveway of a pretty, single storey plate, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe professional with a breath of slutty, but master was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my home base, 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 photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the door, a big cream blur flew past us, charged around the nominal head 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 ( Standard ‘ Hello'of a nose trying to go up my skirt ) until he got blase and decided that it was fourth dimension for Gospel According to John to feed him and he made a elan for his food pipe bowl. King John apologised profusely for the deficiency of subtlety of his dog and told me to come in and make myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The front room access opened into a big livelihood elbow room with pine laminated floors and as John went towards the tail end of the house, I had a prying around. A beautiful, smutty leather entourage with a four-seater settle took superbia of piazza, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one turning point of the room, by the windowpane. In the antonym corner was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the seams with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that lavatory was definitely a knight bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ married woman'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his expressive style. By the time he came back in the way, I was looking through some photos on the mantlepiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the place bathroom ! Do I get the residuum of the tour now ?"


He agreed so I put my handbag with my briefcase on the java table and told him to precede 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 bedroom. It was a big room with the rear window looking out onto early houses and a huge bed with very warm coloured sheets. The odour in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding material for my visit ! I decided that I had to take mastery of the situation or I'd burst so I stood by the windowpane, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to save this blind down if I lived here ! neighbour can be awfully snoopy !"With that, I released the screen and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my supercilium and laughed to save him a little confounded 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 lot on the lips, making some comment about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my handbag on the way back through the keep room as every fille would when using a strange privy and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my sea captain program of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the front of my dress. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each English separated to reveal Thomas More of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the frock and my jacket crown were just covering the centre of each breast but John was going to be treated to the entire gallant of each small mound. My skin is very white but very smooth and I was getting anxious at this bald-faced presentation but I was satisfied that this was as aphrodisiacal as I could ever appear. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked undefendable the bathroom door and walked back into the room. bathroom was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped undefendable as he lifted his caput. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket crown downfall from my berm, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs unwrapping properly !"


whoremaster gulped hard as I took the last whole step towards him and his hands went to my rosehip and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to progress to up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his script caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the osculation after a minute or so and taking half a footfall back again. His script trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a easy kiss between my breasts before revealing them in their petite glory, pulling back to feast on the parting of my dress. He sighed as my shaved pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the garb off my berm, leaving his internet friend stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head to my chest of drawers and biting my lip as his big, strong hands touched my naked bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully hard pap. Almost instantly, my legs began to quiver as his caressed my fanny and then my binding, pulling me hard to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest of drawers. The heat in my snatch growing wildly and just as I was wondering how prospicient I could stick around standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into John's eyes as he held me aloft and no words were needed but a kiss was. I planted my brim firmly on his and our natural language began an immediate battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hand massaged my titty firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving humiliated but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another upshot that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two Word instruction.


"Get au naturel !"And then I remembered my manners !"Please !"


John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to set off undressing but stopped deadened 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 stunned question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be glad. 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 twist to be in for a goody. His consistence was broad, chant and lovely but his cock, his big fat dick finally came into view and I began to salivate as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the delectable piece of pith that I'd seen so many times before in picture and just as I'd imagined, my fingers barely reached around its girth. My holding his pecker was enough of a signal for can and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole snatch and in seconds, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my legs slightly to open him safe access. It felt so good and from the racket 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 John onto his back and there was a humble tone of business organization as I extracted myself from the two fingerbreadth he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubts he had, I gave piffling butterfly osculation across his case as I straddled his trunk and footing myself against his manhood. He took the opening and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure on my sensitive clitoris. I lifted my face from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his cock at my hole. He was already covered in my juices from the short attrition and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the little sting, the first one-half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third get-up-and-go, our soundbox were fully connected. I held the military position, swirling my pelvis slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each other's eyes.


"Oh my God Rach, that is ... .... have it off that's ... ... .. Wow !"


Supporting myself with my hands on his chest, I stared into his centre, a wry smirk on my font as I raised and lowered myself, torturously dense, revelling in the delicious mellowness in my sex. John the Divine's rima oris was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to sound his thoughts. The only sounds in the room were the operose external respiration and lenient grunts each fourth dimension I dropped fully onto his stark prick. piddling by little I increased my tempo and Gospel According to John's right mitt sought out my breasts as his left thumb started to massage my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to last farsighted !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his thick tube, stretching my kitty to the max and glistening with the endless flow of my juice. The air was deep with the scent of lust and I could sense my own orgasm rising and pray he would go long enough to share our outset climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his pectus and then rolled me onto my spinal column. For a legal brief import, his entire weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the abbreviated of seconds I felt so small and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his amphetamine torso from mine, nudged my ramification wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My climax was heading towards us like a fastball train and he was in no dubiety as to my pleasure but after a few bit, 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 language were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my kitty. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of whisker and held him tight on my clit where his tongue was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so compressed. In irregular I was back on the verge of come in and I let go of his hair and pinched my own nipples to send my head into orbit. My whole dead body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of awareness as every vulcanized fiber of my being joined in with this amazing political party. I'd wrapped my legs around his cervix at some point and, as their suitcase began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as john slid his prick back into me. I swear it had grown in the live on few minutes and, with my stifle pushed back by the incline of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my medium slit and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the unhurt experience revitalised the coming which had been dissipating and I felt my solid consistency muscle spasm with each mightily driving force which were pounding my tiny frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his net thrust went deep inside me as I felt his shaft pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his lump into my happy, concentrated maw.


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


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


John's smile was one of pure joy and he paused a 2nd before he spoke,"If I never have sex again, I won't aid Rachael ! You just rewrote the book ! But ... ..."Then he paused


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


can kissed my nose and squeezed me closing curtain to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ butt'in my manus, 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 Day I had to go back to my normal life sentence and no topic what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, world-class confluence, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the natural law of physics deemed his prick up indulgent enough to plunk out of me and an immediate flow of ample amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my face for comedic core, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the lavatory. I had a pee and used some Sir Thomas More of my wet rub to clean house up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to commemorate if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the initiative time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blow job, my favourite part of foreplay ! No matter, I'd make that up to him at some point and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my specialism in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, John had climbed under the screen and he pulled them back for me to climb up under with him. I didn't need a minute invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my bridge player through his chest hairs as we chatted. It felt so well-fixed, so easy and raw, not like it should for individual you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his rectify bridge player was on my binding or my bum as he held me stopping point, while his left hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his thorax. At some point, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the nuance over the windowpane wasn't as ignitor so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over lav's bighearted characteristic. His hair was greying at the temples which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the understanding he shaves down below, cypher wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my sassing and started a pacify swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grin appear on his case as his eyelids fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a job !"


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


"Well, it's something you're going to listen a lot of over the following two solar day !"


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


I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a little tickling 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 share 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 stiff flow of weewee but, naked consistence, roaming bridge player and lots of scoop usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with john's kissing of every portion of my body under the feigning of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was metre to compensate the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my articulatio genus in front of his pecker. It was free of soap by now and this was my first proper close up purview. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the huge foreland with its flared edges were gross for stimulating a kitty 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 John had took cargo area of the rails as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to stopping point 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 move forward with my party piece of music and I moved slightly Sir Thomas More of his tool into my rima oris, testing the backrest of my throat. He was a little thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could negociate. I've been blessed with very lilliputian gag reflex so I was quite majestic of the soft whine 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 broad seven inches to reappear from my mouth as I held eye contact with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my throat muscles, I snaked my natural language out to ride his balls. His groan were exquisite and then I grabbed his hip joint and urged him to sleep with my pharynx. He didn't take much convincing and began slow but prospicient fortuity, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last prospicient and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my script on the shaft and my tongue all around the chief and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly big load in my rima oris. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drib, finishing his goody with the gentlest of osculation as his sensitivity was at its peak.


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


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower, John handed me a big, lily-white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my low case in the car so, when John was going out to the sleeping accommodation, 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 last few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My nous was totally in the world of nutrient so I yelped when a big hand grabbed my bum.


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


My hair was still a petty damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the chamber and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco toter bag ( Tesco is Britain'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 place ?"


Still naked, I put my mitt on my pelvis and drew myself up to my replete 5 foot 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my vintage cheddar Malva sylvestris and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's wagerer than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the last financial statement but John the Divine just shook his caput and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen muttering,"looney Brit !"so I slapped his bum for his cheek and returned to my character.


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


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


I gave him my best iniquity feeling,"OK then smarty drawers, where is your knickers drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my shoulder and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that approximation will keep back your psyche occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


whoremonger shook his head in despair and walked out of the elbow room, groaning and hang look-alike to label the breaker point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a Elwyn Brooks White waistcoat top, not too nasty or revealing and a denim skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to look skillful for whoremaster. He whistled as I came into the living way so, in order to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my bird 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 right term ! And it certainly tastes better than any food we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his impudent answer and we headed out to eat. His gossip about the intellectual nourishment we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was zippo to look at from outside, but inside was a completely different story with every wall, chair and tabular array painted with vibrant pictures and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food was incredible. We took our clip between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an obstruct yawn.


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


whoremonger took my mitt,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a small workout this afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my paw and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all night club and read/write head back ?"


toilet insisted on paying the bill despite my plea so I paid a dainty tip and chatted to the owner before we left. We kissed a little in the car park before I accepted that I really needed to get back.


The eating place wasn't far from King John's theatre so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smell out the flake we'd brought back. John the Divine asked if I'd like a warm hot chocolate before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to consume it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two token of article of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the worst possible house client, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a good few hr later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that whoremonger 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 body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John 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 admittedly. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even better, as I was about to chance out at around 10am the following morning.


The number one sensation I was mindful of was two finger, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to receive a morning candy kiss and no sooner than out mouth met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the entire seven inches of his lovely prick, slide 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 rosehip started slowly and as his hands caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the cam stroke grew in length. I'd been with this man for less than 24 60 minutes but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made dear to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup shout couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my hip, spread 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 arms tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my muscles gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new urging, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even greater and I'm sure the vicinity could hear my vociferation quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a XII more plunges, John's body dissolved into cramp as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting side and John Lackland was still dim fucking me and with each push, I felt the end tremors of my orgasm and I sighed my contentment.


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


whoremaster kissed the binding of my headspring,"Good morn, sexy gentlewoman ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to awake you up and deal with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


bathroom giggled,"You're hungry aren't you ?"


I turned my head and gave him a hanker, soft kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's cock with a bit of a slipshod ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf whistling from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a piddling, brushed my teeth and as I was about to entrust the john, 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 observation in the mirror. Even I knew that there is petty as sexy as a lowly missy in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the bedroom confirmed that thought.


"seed on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a fake panicky 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 stool by the breakfast bar like a child. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, overt at the forepart, gave a full aspect of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just tire this today ?"


I feigned shock 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 NOW !"


Gospel According to John gave a military greeting, turned on his hound and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee political machine and we chatted like an old, happy duet, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our schmoose and he was making what every Northern side person lovemaking ... .. Baron Verulam Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy bacon, a niggling cheddar and a spatter of brownness 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 mountain of intellectual nourishment and I insisted that John go and get set up while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the fourth dimension I'd wiped all of the surface down, he was quick, dressed in down in the mouth trunks and a jersey that showed his broad chest off nicely. I gave him a quick kiss and went to arrange myself.


To ease up myself a little credit, I'd managed to pack quite a few outfits into my small-scale bag but John's scuttlebutt and shed light on dear 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 cotton but it's actually a cropped shirt with no buttons. At the figurehead though, there are longsighted pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end issue is a poise looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and cloth which shows the shape of your bosom, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for girls with darker nipples, there is nil left to the imagination. Thankfully, my nipples are very much clean but when it's colder, well you get the musical theme. It's a very sexy top ! I added my jean shorts which don't show off my bum cheeks. wellspring, I wanted to attend aphrodisiacal but I didn't want to reckon like a cheap tramp ! I finished the outfit with a simple duad of strappy sandals and for my war paint, I did very little, just a pinch of mascara and a picket lipstick.


When I came back into the living way, can gasped at my outfit and immediately caressed my boobs through the top.


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


As any girl will secern you, compliments don't get irksome and we can tell when they are for actual ! I was happy with ‘ piece of tail, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A short drive later and we were walking, handwriting in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, no-count guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the mass were friendly. Hmmm maybe I should go up the Wisconsin tourist board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, cracking few hours in the commons and two Guy got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused practically gleefulness to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating Brobdingnagian ice creams and King 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 handbag and pulled out a small part of paper with an address on it and handed it to John.


He looked confused,"That's way out of Town, are you for certain you have the right computer address ? There's only a wine maker out there ... .."His voice drifted off.


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


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


I held his hand,"Do you think back Holly's history ?"Now for those of you who don't know my series ‘ Buddy Holly and booster ’, don't trouble, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this account. I continued to lecture after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, lavatory and I had started to become Friend. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the tarradiddle now ... ..


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


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


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


Saint John seemed more than well-chosen to cocker my fantasy although he did guide out that we'd be going into a place where cleaning lady 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 happy 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 tell you about that shortly.


St. John had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex workshop. I had reclined my tush and stripped naked in order to change my outfit. The underdrawers were ashen, rolled up ahem and very lightweight while the top was a bright blueing, cotton wool t-shirt which was a crop top but much lupus erythematosus revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a fille was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to face like a whore ! I packed my former clothes away just as we pulled into the car park at the posterior of the construction and my adrenaline was pumping through my veins. 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 point, was wondering what the snake pit he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to be intimate he'd love it !


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


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two different sex workshop in the UK but they were cipher 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 incision, not even daring to look at the boldface unseasoned lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the workshop area, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a slight aflutter but had already anticipated the start enquiry from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


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


He handed over a ten dollar peak and took his handful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained field, neither of us making eye contact with the Set of optic following us but both aware of some quite crude comments being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a long, darker room with glassful storage locker, full-of-the-moon of DVDs down the left field wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four cat stood around, watching our entrance, and at initiatory glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John dragged me into the firstly doorway as I saw a young, tall and blond guy going into the room future threshold. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was ready to slide the bolt, muttering under his breath,"Shit, I know what animals at the zoo flavor like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the nook and took the twenty-five percent from St. John the Apostle, putting them onto the little shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the time slot, I had a speedy looking at about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the rampart opposite the entry was a big, flat TV filmdom and in the eye of the room which was about eight ft square, was a runabout lounge, covered in simulated leather. I assume this made it easier to houseclean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit fetid but I was already in the zone, horny as Inferno and set to get started so the spirit really didn't bother me. A quick grope at john's short pants said he was more than quick too.


Now, when I wrote the prospect with Sky in Holly's floor, I was pretty specific about the porno movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a lady friend, tied up and taking a stern roll in the hay. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrows at John and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and zeal for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the left paw wall. I had no theme that some cabins had holes between them and John 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 relive the language I'd typed, so long ago.


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


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


I grinned wildly at first, never realising that he'd be so well at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous fille style'and tried to force him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to offend you !"


John knew we were being watched so he chose his next run-in carefully,"Too fucking late, harlot ! 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 stopover doing whatever has pissed you off !"


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, John grabbed the neck opening of my shirt and in one Gustavus Franklin Swift crusade and the audio of ripping stuff, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rags to the level, he took cargo hold of the waistband of my shorts and did the like, despite my feeble protests.


I stood, trying to cut across my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, toilet kicked off his shorts and pulled his jersey over his promontory. I feigned cushion as his hard, tempestuous dick led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to buss me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my mentum, turned my head to face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my pegleg apart with his knee and thrust two digit straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dirty laugh,"You're a dwell bitch too ! You fucking love this ! expect how wet your cunt is !"And with that he pulled his fingers from me and wiped them on my rim."You're fucking gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly bent me forward. I grabbed onto the ledge below the TV as he kicked my branch apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did bang my head on the TV. John whispered a promptly question, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his rape on my pussy and God it felt good. I kept up the guise of annoyance and begging him to blockade but this played right into his hands and where he wanted this office looseness to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his run-in,"What the nookie ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that whore mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the fuck I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his lyric, that I was going to have his dick forced down my throat and, as an bore pecker sucker I was prepare to oblige while staying in eccentric but, as he rammed his hammer home, he lifted me by my hips and swing over me XC degrees to my left hand, I reached for the wall to hold open me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first aspect of the foot square pickle and I was grimace to look with a slim, eight column inch stopcock. My shock was real and when whoremaster barked at me to fellate it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive dick before me.


bathroom slapped my bum, quite heavily and it stung,"Shut yer crying and sucking that cock, 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 throat and held it there. can groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how practiced the enigma guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nozzle was pushed hard into his delicate, blond pubes. I could pick up the guy on the other side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, Gospel According to John ordered him to ‘ fuck that mouth ripe !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to terminal too long but it was a thoroughly, twenty jabbing from John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouth. It was acid and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next threshold. When I lifted my head, another, smaller pecker was in front line of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in sec he shot his encumbrance all over my expression. It was then that I saw three readiness of middle watching me through the hollow and a hand came through to roughly grab at my breasts as another turncock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of mastery as I was being fucked, laborious than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two men now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in front of my face. It felt amazing ! I trusted whoremonger to keep back me safe and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to make out inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epic height so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the in vogue cock into my mouth. My climax hit me hard and my branch and sleeve began to clasp but John caught me and held tight as he gave his final three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturate pussy. As his spurts began, the cock in my mouth pushed hard into my pharynx, surprising me a little but I didn't choke as his source went straight down, missing my mouth for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a concluding smear of cum trailed along my tongue to allow for me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to give way barren of the roaming hands on my chest and John lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the side of the first off guy appeared at the yap and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but John had early mind. He pushed me to the hollow, spread my legs and pressed his soundbox against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the lingua which plunged into my kettle of fish but John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum buttock, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to contend back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slither even lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arsehole and as soon as he did, articulation from the former side were shouting their boost and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my clitoris 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 plot so I yelled,"fuck SLOWLY !"And he took the confidential information. He stopped for a moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four times before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this spot, I was in a daze as my expert pussy licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a extremum again. I barely noticed toilet starting his fucking motion as my whole eubstance was in sensory overload as I was pinned to the wall, tits squashed flat and both gob being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole physical structure shook as the monumental orgasm took hold. My arse muscle clamped hard on John the Evangelist's cock and he planted his full load, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my rear end to the golf hole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my stunned state, I didn't want a random pecker in there and I turned my head to see my blonde friend, stretching his natural language to my knock about bum fix. I quivered in John the Divine's arms, unable to proceed but after a minute or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guy cable, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the kettle of fish and slid the settle to block it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both kettle of fish leaking and was now aware of the load of cum on my facial expression, now dripping onto my tit. I looked at John and we both started laughing like looney so I put my arms up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each other and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely satisfied, I tried to call up 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 paper and wet wipes from my bag, dressed in my rig from that morning and we left the cabin. All the Guy from the early way were out there and we received an embarrassing cycle of applause ! I gave a absurd bow and we made for the departure. As we reached the room access, the guy on reception, clearly mindful of what had happened said,"Do call back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing wink. I smiled, blushed and followed bathroom out.


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


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


whoremaster looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic grin on my facial expression,"Oops ?"


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


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


I had expected this question and in truth, I didn't know the solvent but, I wasn't going to ruin the salutary day of my intimate life sentence so I replied with confidence,"You bet your life there'll be a future time !"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 rachis to his house.


It was early evening when we arrived at the house and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the olfactory property from our crotches ! bounder have no manners ! We gave him his cuddle, John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this sentence, just assuage caresses, common washing and a great many kisses. He did get hard in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to hold back until later. He reluctantly accepted those condition !


We ate at a lovely pizza shoes, nowhere near as sang-froid as Casa Mexicana but the food was lovely and we sat for years, just talking and laughing about our crazy good 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 realise love to me when we got home. This caused an immediate reaction from him and his hand scene in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


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


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


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the docile of osculation, perfect for the minute. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to ready have it off to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the solid, throbbing metro that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his helping hand stroked up my leg to my raw bottom and we groaned softly into each other's oral fissure. I snaked my hand into his shorts to contact his hot creature but after one or two separatrix, I had to hold him in my mouth. I stood up from the settle and knelt between his legs, pulling his boxershorts down and off. I was about to locomote forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my headspring, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his breast as his pecker was pressed against my chest. His hands moved automatically to stroke the slope of my boobs but couldn't for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his humanness to the top of his legs and then the tiniest licks and candy kiss on his trim balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full, delicious duration of his prick, as slowly as potential, ending with subdued flicks around the pulsing head word and when I knew the torment was as groovy as I could get it, I lifted his turncock to my lips and skid it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to lease him to the superlative of pleasure and I took pridefulness in the way his finger's breadth nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my pharynx to pacify flicks of my tongue and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of occur, I let him plop from my oral fissure and I crawled up his pectus, kissing all the way to his rim. He held me fold, looking like a very slaked man and I whispered to him, the most sincere Christian Bible I could feature used.


"film me to bed ! Make erotic love to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arms, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my stage and keeping grip of his implements of war, letting him know that I didn't need any stimulation now, I just wanted him inside me. He was heedful to support his system of weights on his branch but, as he came closer I took a handgrip of his cock and directed him to my wet gob. In a severe contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savor his distance and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every present moment. This was the intimately kind of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so a good deal tending for the early and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every stroking was long, wide and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his human face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken cerebration. We were as shut down as we could ever be and to make sure enough, I wrapped my leg around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable driving force. I was exquisitely on the edge of an climax from very early on on and for the first time in my life, I actually shed respective tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as Saint John the Apostle erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand tear during such an incredible feeling and I hugged him close. It was unvoiced to breathe but I never wanted this feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his spinal column, I snuggled immediately into his face and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a give-and-take, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only come in around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the next day. I sensed that this would be the live meter we made do it on this stumble, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be able to feel the Saame as I did now. For now though, I was glad and John seemed more than happy too. That was sufficiency and I held my buff as we drifted off to a farming of beautiful, sensual dreams


The mood in the morning was, to John's credit, much to a lesser extent morose than it could give birth been. He brought me a cup of saucily brewed coffee berry around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about study of all things and it seemed like a dainty end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was clock time for me to teach him how to make the world's best omelet so I jumped out of bed and went to the bread and butter 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 Baron Verulam while I whisked up eight eggs with Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, pepper and some overbold cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added destiny of the vintage cheddar cheese and John confessed that the odor alone was telling him that it was something especial. I served it up as John refilled our deep brown cups and we sat at the dinner table. phonograph needle to say, it was blooming good, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary irony of saying that it would save H2O. The humor was well received, as was the proffer. We went to the can, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a petty aroused. I think we'd both thought that lowest nighttime was the last sex but John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his tongue into my cunt. His hands pulled me closer to his face and explored my bum with digits teasing my asshole. I gripped his wet fuzz and allowed myself to float on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at home. His manpower were taking this net opportunity to establish memories of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every column inch as he drank from the fountain of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me come and I pulled him up to his substructure and took the kneeling position myself. I made love to his dick with my lips and spit while never breaking eye liaison. There were no smiles, just a clear communication, both savouring the endure appreciation, the close sense of touch and the concluding act of love. Before retentive, John the Evangelist pulled me to my feet and I put my limb around his neck, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his pecker pointing up at 45 degree and then lowered me onto it. My ramification wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his shoulder as he put my back against the cascade rampart. The strokes were entitle, retard and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a memory we could take away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with sighs, not screams and when my feet finally touched the shower tray, we held each other under the menstruum of body of water, both satisfied completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower bath in a much better frame of mind. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the white lie about my underclothing. I'd hidden a pair in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my net spank of the trip and a bigger thank you for being cool !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the drive. You could have cut the tension in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a petty surprised that I held back any tears. I pulled my head back and looked at the grave look before me.


"Don't be sad, I'll definitely back !"I reached down and gave his parcel a little credit crunch,"I've not finished with this bad boy !"


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two solar day have been the salutary two days ever !"He drew a declamatory breath and was about to carry on but I put a fingerbreadth to his lips to block off 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 !'


bathroom put my bags into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a little numb and my foreman was outside waiting. He put his luggage and the rest period of mine in the spinal column and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a little normalcy, earshot of his grievous failure on the golf course and it was just enough to countervail my unhappiness of leaving. I was certain that my boss had detected something wrong but we know each early well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was set. We had a crapulence in the departure waiting area and before too retentive I was taking my seat by a windowpane on the plane. If anybody outside of that airplane could see in through the windowpane of seat 15A as the plane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the face of a young lady, and a bingle binge, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .