The meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will screw that I used to be a regular member of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting naughty pic and join in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my flyspeck stature, my posture was not of a meek and mild person. That was the public persona and it was a good safety valve from my real life.


Anyone who knew me easily on that site knew another division of me, the substantial me and I could count on my digit, the the great unwashed who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd plowshare personal news report of our spirit, exposure of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on courier when we were away from the site. The people who knew me the dependable, I could weigh on the digit of one manus ... .. with two finger's breadth amputated ! This storey is about one of those three, Gospel According to John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy settlement in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a fantastic lieu to exist, I have a large family, first-rate job and my lifespan is dear. At the time of this write up, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sister in law made some ugly input about me and he found it well-off to ditch me than to be a man and fend for me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the shoemaker's 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 average remuneration, drive a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements ! The other chill thing about my job, being a Personal assistant to the managing theatre 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 trip in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


St. Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to urge on myself up a bit. John was having his own return and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the but difference when she left was that his grocery bill had halved as they'd not log Z's together for over six calendar month. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to come over and cheer you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll record you a flying to Wisconsin for tomorrow !'


I laughed out loud as I read his subject matter but not for a grounds you'd think ! In ten solar day time I was flying out to Wisconsin with my genus Bos and for all the fourth dimension we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my future commentary wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to consider this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd Sept, to a piffling place called Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin to see a client who does security installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ Inachis io security system Inc'


I stared at the screen and I could see that Saint John the Apostle 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 evenfall !'


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


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


My answer was pretty often automatic rifle because we had spoken for so tenacious and I really considered him a confidante and close friend. I simply typed, ‘ Well it would be lowbred 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 idea how well-chosen you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two weeks ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy child so I calmed him a little and said I had no estimate of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two thing and made clean one early point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. moment, I would try to stage things so we could throw a all afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would accept to see 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 convey my knob as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual good grace and by the prison term we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the idea, about to contact a guy off a erotica internet site ! Oddly though, I couldn't time lag !


workplace was in use so the time went quickly and I was keeping a little hole-and-corner up my sleeve. I'd explained to my boss, with a few white Lie, that an old family line friend lived in the townsfolk and asked if we could aline affair to make me a little fourth dimension to captivate up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an eve 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 severalise John, just in typesetter's case we didn't get on that well. The early odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our common smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the literal mind of meeting had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be cool to meet him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to slumber and after all the naughty role playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked body and the equally underbred ace he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the chassis. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the magic ? I didn't want to spoil the merging 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 North Bridge Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a wearing apparel, designed to drive him gaga. This was a outlandish get together to say the least and my persona had always been a slight risqué so this dress wasn't going to interchange that !


Over the next few solar day, we spoke each evening and it was clear that there were nerves on both face which seemed disturbed because we knew so often about each early. John Lackland was talking about places we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to reveal the true timescale, blaming my hirer for complications but confirming that we had at least six hours to shoot the breeze ! I hoped he'd enquiry the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the next even, the eve of my escape, I decided to force a little more. I was in bed, ready for an other flight of steps so I opened the confabulation app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching telly, dog curled up with me

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

Gospel According to John : 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 get him with.


I finally saw the break I needed.


Rachael : John, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

lavatory : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

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

St. John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

John : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

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


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU PILLOCK ! Do you not conceive I'm nervous too ?

whoremaster : NO ! You are always so positive !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute ....

John : OK

Rachael : You don't have to bring the dog to the food shop

John : Do you not want to take on him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dumb at clip !

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

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 sure

Rachael : John the Divine, hold on speech production, see you at 2pm, Lucy's Deli

john : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Saame here !

John : Have a safety trajectory infant

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

privy : My joy ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the visible light and tried to imagine how that meeting would go. I imagined the revealing dress which is tight and gives my tiny boobs a serious encouragement. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen naked exposure of me so the tease was somehow even greater. My finger's breadth found my cunt as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that first hug would induce his hammer pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 torso pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of impression of his long, fat stopcock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in figurehead of me. I rubbed my button faster as I imagined what could happen after lunch and at that point, just as a beautiful orgasm washed over me, I knew that his delectable cock would be filling me with his seminal fluid, no head !


Flight day was a incubus ! A two full stop flight and long drive from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local fourth dimension. We dined at a lovely local eating house but we were so run down, I couldn't tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Eternal City etc ) We had a few drinks and while my boss was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a pic of the street foretoken and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘ Real sufficiency yet ?'


I didn't feel 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 willpower to turn back him from driving into town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my speech sound on complaint and within bit I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a slew of food for thought, my preparedness for the meeting were double-dyed and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business we could do for our client and by noon we had made our final exam banker's bill and were preparing to impart. We'd been to a local bar for an cozy winding down of line of work with two of their managing director and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my hirer had worked the two free twenty-four hours into the trip as the three guy rope started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my excuse for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my boss could drink in and I really did prefer my own plan for the future 48 hour ! At 12:30pm, my gaffer passed me the key to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my buttock, thanking me for my awe-inspiring prep work. We made our leave and I promised to stay fresh him updated on my base hit and whereabouts. He does depend after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my special rig, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My pie-eyed red attire with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my breasts was borderline obscene but, the unforesightful grim jacket added enough division to lend a little decency to the final look. The padding gave a little exaggeration to my smaller chest and I was terribly lofty of the extra cleavage it afforded me. I gave a minuscule spin in the mirror, checking out how lilliputian my bum looked and was Sir Thomas More than felicitous as I turned towards the doorway but I stopped, paused and walked back to wait at myself again. The wearing apparel demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the tightness meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a petty struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my pegleg, straightened the apparel and grinned broadly. If this didn't urinate his middle pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the savoir-faire of Lucy's Deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd get in about fifteen minutes early and I knew I'd need that clip to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English language town, was very broad and I was delight to detect a parking space across the route from the deli. My fondness was pounding in my chest and I took several deep breaths before I gave up on trying to hold on my helping hand from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the example of car that John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked similar but, the same as an American English in England, all the railcar were exotic to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, decently outside Lucy's. As I saw the familiar grimace appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my pocketbook and jumped from the Toyota. The local were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"privy !"as garish as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on John's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, Charles Herbert Best and most satisfying hug of my aliveness. He held me to him with his weapon wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our boldness pressed closely together. We both said thing along the occupation of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that form of matter. More impressively was that he didn't wait too long to put me down, my wearing apparel didn't turn on up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my script on my hips theatrically,"Really ? M of mile and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper osculation on his sassing and flip 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 used my quarter round to wipe off the lip rouge and then my future gossip of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome nerve tried to take on a sincerity,"Ahhh the famous appetence of the tiny Brit ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my handwriting and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for solar day. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a little squeeze which earned me the Saame back and another Brobdingnagian smiling from a very happy guy. As we were about to insert the deli, trick stopped me and in an almost breathless timber he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked heterosexual with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing girl !"


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


With that, I shook the jacket from my shoulder, held my arms out and gave a slight wriggle. The full burden of my strapless outfit had the desired impression and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ holy place piece of tail'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As John ordered our solid food at the buffet, I stood with my arm around his shank, looking at our reflectivity in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt glad, well-heeled and so right where I was. I'd seen so many characterization of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cuter than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like school kids and the miserable cow behind the retort huffed a few clip which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd land our purchase order across.


helping staff aside, the future hour and a one-half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt awful. 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 effective fun ! We can go for the direct duty tour of my castle if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the question he didn't want an result to,"So, how long do we have ?"


I gave a little grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a cruel gripe and put two finger's breadth in the air.


"dogshit ! 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 piano and I allowed my clapper to tease his brim until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but fourth dimension seemed to stand still. That candy kiss could induce been for just a second or for an hour, I truly couldn't tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me household !"


After another hatful on the sassing, John 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 keep up him for the few short air mile to his planetary 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 turmoil for what may befall. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to fall out ! We were going to live up to one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our function playing academic term, or one of the setting in my many fib. The alone tangible interrogation were, which story and who would make the track ? The aching in my breakwater kind of answered the latter question for me and a little plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the dealings behind bathroom's car.


The crusade to St. John the Apostle's theater was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that Saint John probably had neighbour and no matter where you are in the world, neighbor like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the full-strength drive of a pretty, bingle story nursing home, I carried my briefcase and looked very master. Maybe professional with a mite of slutty, but professional person was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my habitation, Rach !"privy 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 picture of Marvin from day one so as he opened the doorway, a big cream blur flew past us, charged around the figurehead lawn and then pounced on his victor for cuddles. Only after a brief rough-and-tumble with Saint John the Apostle did he see the stranger and then I had a endearing affectionate greeting for a minute ( touchstone ‘ hullo'of a nose trying to go up my skirt ) until he got bore and decided that it was clip for John to give him and he made a sprint for his food roll. can apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to come in and produce myself at habitation while he saw to Marvin.


The straw man door opened into a big bread and butter elbow room with true pine laminated floors and as whoremonger went towards the back of the house, I had a prying around. A beautiful, Black leather suite with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one quoin of the room, by the window. In the opposite corner was a immense wooden unit which was bursting at the line with CDs and I gave a wry grin thinking that John was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his style. By the fourth dimension he came back in the elbow room, I was looking through some picture on the mantelpiece and the assuredness guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the topographic point lavatory ! Do I get the residual of the tour now ?"


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


We went to the cellar first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the rest of his adorable home. The last elbow room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the rear windowpane looking out onto other houses and a huge bed with very tender coloured sheet. The smell in the elbow room was of freshly laundered linen paper and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my visit ! I decided that I had to ingest control of the situation or I'd salvo so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to restrain this dim down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my supercilium and laughed to keep 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 good deal on the rim, making some gossip about being bursting for a pee, just to hold him off guard.


I'd picked up my bag on the way back through the support room as every missy would when using a unknown bathroom and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to refresh up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my sea captain design of seduction. I was still wearing my cap 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 side separated to expose to a greater extent of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the English of the dress and my crownwork were just covering the centres of each chest but John was going to be treated to the replete crestless wave of each pocket-sized pile. My cutis is very White River but very suave and I was getting spooky at this brazen showing but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever wait. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


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


John gulped hard as I took the live footprint towards him and his hands went to my rosehip and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated view. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a second or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a easygoing kiss between my knocker before revealing them in their petite glory, pulling back to feed on the parting of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved pussy came into prospect and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the dress off my shoulders, leaving his cyberspace acquaintance 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 dresser and biting my lip as his big, unassailable hands touched my naked bum and his candy kiss went straight for my painfully heavily nipples. Almost instantly, my legs began to quiver as his caressed my tail end and then my cover, pulling me grueling to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The heat in my twat growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could rest standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into John the Evangelist's optic as he held me aloft and no countersign were needed but a kiss was. I planted my sassing firmly on his and our tongue began an prompt 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 let down but before I guided him to my aching slit, there was another issue that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two parole instruction.


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


trick kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped idle and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nakedness. I should throw been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was well-chosen. I know it was a stupid question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be happy. 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 body was unspecific, toned and lovely but his peter, his big fat pecker finally came into horizon and I began to salivate as he climbed adjacent to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our brim reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the toothsome piece of meat that I'd seen so many sentence before in photos and just as I'd imagined, my fingers barely reached around its girth. My holding his cock was enough of a sign for John and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole puss and in seconds, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my stage slightly to afford him just accession. It felt so sound and from the noises down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of foreplay, I just needed fill, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled toilet onto his cover and there was a minor look of vexation as I extracted myself from the two fingerbreadth he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubts he had, I gave lilliputian butterfly stroke candy kiss across his face as I straddled his body and ground myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my fundament firmly and added even more pressure on my sensitive clit. 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 cakehole. He was already covered in my juices from the short abrasion and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the humble sting, the first of all half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third gear push, our bodies were fully connected. I held the lieu, swirling my hips slightly and we purred together, looking recondite into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my manus on his dresser, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my typeface as I raised and lowered myself, torturously dim, revelling in the delicious fullness in my sex. toilet's oral cavity was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to vowelize his thoughts. The only sounds in the room were the heavy ventilation and gentle grunt each time I dropped fully onto his perfect slit. niggling by small I increased my tempo and John's right hand sought out my breasts as his leftover quarter round started to massage my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to hold out long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his thick tube, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the sempiternal flow of my juices. The air was loggerheaded with the smell of lustfulness and I could feel my own sexual climax rising and prayed he would last long enough to share our initiatory climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his thorax and then rolled me onto my binding. For a brief moment, his entire weight unit was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the abbreviated of moment I felt so pocket-sized and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper body from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me operose and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a smoke gear and he was in no doubt as to my delight but after a few transactions, and me being right on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of tot up jar, but before all the Logos were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my cunt. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of hair and held him tight on my clitoris where his tongue was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so nasty. In secondment I was back on the brink of coming and I let go of his fuzz and pinched my own nipples to send my brain into orbit. My whole body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of awareness as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing company. I'd wrapped my legs around his neck at some point and, as their grip began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as privy slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the lowest few mo and, with my knee joint pushed back by the side of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive puss and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the unanimous experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my unhurt body spasm with each powerful thrust which were pounding my lilliputian framing into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final thrust went deep inside me as I felt his cock pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his balls into my glad, concentrated hollow.


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


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


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


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


lav kissed my nose and squeezed me snug to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ nates'in my paw, is ... ... I'm not sure as shooting 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 formula life-time and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two booster, kickoff meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the laws of physics deemed his prick flaccid enough to plonk out of me and an immediate catamenia of plentiful amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my nerve 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 rub to clean up but all the fourth dimension I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so mental object after sex with a guy for the initiatory 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 percentage point and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my speciality in that area.


As I returned from the toilet, lav had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to climb under with him. I didn't need a second invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my manus through his breast hairs as we chatted. It felt so easily, so comfortable and natural, not like it should for person you only met properly a few hr earlier. All the time we were there, his aright hand was on my back or my bum as he held me fold, while his left mitt dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some point, we must take in drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the ghost over the window wasn't as light so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow joint and Looked over john's good-looking feature film. His hairsbreadth was greying at the temples which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his bureau too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nonentity wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his ear lobe into my mouth and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grin appear on his face as his eyelid fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious brass said,"We have a problem !"


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


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


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


I nodded and he feigned aggravation before we got into a little vellicate fight. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my adjacent proffer would work though, I said we should share a shower. He seemed to like the estimate as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no time at all, we were stood together under the strong flow of water but, naked bodies, roaming hired hand and lots of grievous bodily harm usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no unlike and with John's smooching of every character of my body under the dissembling 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 genu in front of his cock. It was give up of max by now and this was my outset proper close up survey. Immediately I realised why he felt so secure as he rode me earlier, the Brobdingnagian head with its burst out boundary were perfect tense for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my sassing. I stroked with a twisting apparent motion as I sucked and slurped on the firstly three column inch and noticed that John had took storage area of the rail as his stage quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a cock sucking in the last two years of their relationship. I decided to propel forward with my company objet d'art and I moved slightly to a greater extent of his tool into my mouth, testing the back of my throat. He was a little thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could wield. I've been blessed with very little gag reflex so I was quite proud of the soft whimper from lav as I pushed forward and my nozzle pushed hard into his pubic os 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 tongue out to tease his balls. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his coxa and urged him to sleep with my pharynx. He didn't take much convincing and began slacken but long separatrix, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last hanker and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the shaft and my tongue all around the caput and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly orotund lode in my oral fissure. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat with the gentlest of kiss as his sensitivity was at its peak.


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


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the rain shower, John handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my belittled casing in the car so, when John was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he'd mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the railing, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the restaurants I'd passed over the last few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the world of food so I yelped when a big hand grabbed my bum.


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


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


"You brought cheese ? You brought Malva sylvestris to the Dairy state ? I thought you read up on this situation ?"


Still naked, I put my hand on my articulatio coxae and drew myself up to my replete 5 fundament 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen beloved, I never travel without my vintage cheddar Malva sylvestris and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's full than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the live on statement but John the Divine just shook his capitulum and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen muttering,"nutcase Brit !"so I slapped his bum for his impudence and returned to my case.


As I started to pick out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"shot what I forgot to pack from my other example ?"


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


I gave him my good malefic face,"OK then smarty pants, where is your breeches drawer ? I never planned on brassiere but forgot my step-in !"Then, I shrugged my articulatio humeri and added,"Ah well, I'm sure as shooting that estimate will retain your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


John shook his school principal in despair and walked out of the way, groaning and bent doubling to label the point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a albumen vest top, not too blind drunk or revealing and a denim annulus which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to look Nice for John. He whistled as I came into the sustenance elbow room so, in ordination to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my doll and wiggled my raw bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his smart resolution and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a topographic point called Casa Mexicana which was cypher to look at from outside, but inside was a whole different floor with every wall, chair and mesa painted with vibrant flick and scenes. It was the prettiest eating place I've ever been in and the food was incredible. We took our metre between courses and after we'd had a umber, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


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


Gospel According to John 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 workout this good afternoon ! You've every right hand to be wrecked !"He lifted my bridge player and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all nighttime order and top dog back ?"


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


The restaurant wasn't far from Saint John the Apostle's sign of the zodiac so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smell the trash we'd brought back. John Lackland asked if I'd like a warm 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 place and quickly removed my two items of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the worst possible house guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a good few hours later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that trick was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck opening, 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 organic structure had obviously cooled a little and I woke can 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 sunup sex is even meliorate, as I was about to find out at around 10am the following morning.


The commencement sense I was cognizant of was two fingers, abstruse inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my top dog to find a morning buss and no sooner than out lips met, the fingerbreadth were gone and I gasped as the full seven column inch of his lovely pecker, slip slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the notion of being so total of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hip joint started slowly and as his mitt caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the apoplexy grew in length. I'd been with this man for lupus erythematosus than 24 hr but it felt like he knew my consistence so well as he touched and made erotic love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any improve, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a slash. He then gripped my hips, spread out my legs and started to reverberate me as he raised his pelvis, thrusting his meat into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his blazon tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my brawn gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even greater and I'm sure the neighbourhood could pick up my yell quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more plunges, whoremonger's dead body dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting position and toilet was still easy fucking me and with each pushing, I felt the last microseism of my climax and I sighed my contentment.


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


John kissed the back of my head,"salutary morning, sexy ma'am ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to fire up you up and mete out with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


John the Divine giggled,"You're hungry aren't you ?"


I turned my head and gave him a yearn, diffuse kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John Lackland's cock with a bit of a marshy ‘ plop'and made my way to the lavatory with a Wolf whistle from behind me. ( It's always Nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a petty, brushed my dentition and as I was about to go forth the privy, I noticed a pale blue sky shirt hanging on the back of the threshold. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my observation in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a small little girl 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, fertilize me !"I pleaded in a fake panicky articulation. It had the desired effect and whoremonger 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 tike. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open at the front, gave a broad view of my bare body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just fag out this today ?"


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


John gave a salute, turned on his cad and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee political machine and we chatted like an old, felicitous duet, talking about everything and cipher. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern side person beloved ... .. Roger Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loading of crispy bacon, a picayune 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 flock of solid food and I insisted that lavatory go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the prison term I'd wiped all of the surfaces down, he was set up, dressed in blueness short and a tee shirt that showed his all-encompassing chest off nicely. I gave him a quick candy kiss and went to dress myself.


To give myself a little reference, I'd managed to throng quite a few outfits into my smaller bag but John's gossip and clear lovemaking 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 tenuous cotton fiber but it's actually a range shirt with no push. At the front though, there are farseeing firearm which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end resolution is a chill looking shirt with a visible gap between the white meat and material which shows the anatomy of your boobs, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for missy with darker teat, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my mamilla are much lighter but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very sexy top ! I added my blue jean shorts which don't display off my bum brass. well, I wanted to look sexy but I didn't want to depend like a cheap hiker ! I finished the outfit with a simple pair of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a mite of mascara and a sick lipstick.


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


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


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


A forgetful drive later and we were walking, hired hand in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, sorry guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Badger State tourist circuit board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, keen few hours in the park and two guy got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused much gleefulness to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the sens eating huge ice cream and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm gladiola you asked !"I said in a ‘ thing of fact'tone and I reached into my purse and pulled out a pocket-sized bit of newspaper with an speech on it and handed it to John.


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


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


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


I held his hand,"Do you call back Charles Hardin Holley's history ?"Now for those of you who don't know my series ‘ Holly and ally ’, don't concern, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this taradiddle. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, John and I had started to become friends. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the story now ... ..


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


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


I patted his hand,"You really need to read to finish a condemnation babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a brace of drawers,"I've even brought an extra outfit for you to rip off me !"I showed him the section ripped seams so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the scene, read on, you will soon understand )


John seemed more than felicitous to indulge my fantasy although he did luff out that we'd be going into a station 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 well-chosen with that and we set off. I didn't count on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a incentive. I'll enjoin you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop class. I had reclined my seat and stripped naked in order to change my outfit. The short pants were T. H. White, rolled up ahem and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton plant t-shirt which was a harvest top but much lupus erythematosus revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a girl was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to look like a prostitute ! I packed my other apparel away just as we pulled into the car common at the rear 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 Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to have sex 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 speech pattern to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"line to self, don't use a silly dialect !


OK, confession clock time here. I HAVE been into two unlike sex shop in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a rearward road of Wisconsin. Each fourth dimension I went into a UK one, there may give birth been one or two guys skulking around the DVD incision, not even daring to depend at the bold young Lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop domain, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed young woman and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a footling neural but had already anticipated the first doubtfulness from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


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


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


We walked through the drape into a long, darker room with glass storage locker, full of videodisk down the left wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our ingress, and at starting time glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their threshold were closed. King John dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a Lester Willis Young, magniloquent and blond guy going into the room next room access. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was quick to slide the thunderbolt, muttering under his breath,"Shit, I know what animals at the zoo feeling like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the recess and took the quartern from John, putting them onto the short ledge above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the slot, I had a quickly look about the elbow room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the bulwark opposite the entrance was a big, apartment TV covert and in the middle of the room which was about eight feet lame, was a runabout sofa, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it well-heeled to clean. The odor was, as I expected, a bit foul-smelling but I was already in the zona, horny as hell and cook to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A agile grope at privy's boxers said he was Thomas More than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the vista with Sky in holly's story, I was pretty specific about the smut movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a young lady, tied up and taking a grievous screw. 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 cakehole in the bequeath hand bulwark. I had no melodic theme that some cabins had holes between them and John had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The Lester Willis Young guy I'd seen entering the next carrell was watching as lav and I started to relive the words I'd typed, so long ago.


Saint John impressed me greatly as we clicked into theatrical role performing 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 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 long you trivial bitch ! A guy can only take so much you know !"


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


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


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


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, John grabbed the neck opening of my shirt and in one swift movement and the sound of ripping stuff, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rag to the floor, he took hold of the waistcloth of my trunks and did the Sami, despite my infirm protests.


I stood, trying to cross my nudity, pleading for mildness but as I spoke, St. John the Apostle kicked off his shorts and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I feigned cushion as his hard, angry stopcock 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 Kuki, turned my caput to face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with unfeigned surprisal as he knocked my leg apart with his knee and thrust two fingers straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, muddied laugh,"You're a lying bitch too ! You fucking bang this ! see how wet your twat is !"And with that he pulled his fingerbreadth from me and wiped them on my sass."You're shag gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly bow 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 head on the TV. John whispered a immediate question, checking I was OK but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my cunt and God it felt ripe. I kept up the pretension of pain and begging him to stop but this recreate right field into his men and where he wanted this use maneuver to go.


He punctuated each house thrust with his words,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na hold moaning ... ... .. I'd better filling ... ... that whore rima oris ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the shtup I was getting, it truly couldn't be in force and I assumed, from his password, that I was going to give birth his cock forced down my throat and, as an eager pecker sucker I was quick to hold while staying in fiber but, as he rammed his prick dwelling house, he lifted me by my coxa and sweep me xc degrees to my left over, I reached for the wall to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first view of the groundwork square hole and I was case to grimace with a slim, eight inch putz. My seismic disturbance was very and when John barked at me to take in it, I was genuinely block, staring at this quite telling tool before me.


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


I decided on cruel vengeance for the smacking so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in movement of me, fully down my throat and held it there. John groaned at the stack and pumped even harder, knowing how adept the closed book guy was feeling and, with each jab, my nose was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubes. I could take heed the guy on the former side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ fuck that mouth good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to endure too long but it was a soundly, twenty driving force from John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouth. It was piercingly and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin future door. 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 seconds he shot his load all over my face. It was then that I saw three sets of eyes watching me through the hole and a deal came through to roughly snap up at my white meat as another cock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, intemperately than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in front of my cheek. It felt amazing ! I trusted St. John to keep me prophylactic 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 epos peak so I pushed forward, trapping the munition which were groping me and slurped the belated cock into my rima oris. My orgasm hit me hard and my legs and arms began to clasp but John caught me and held tight as he gave his lastly three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his jet began, the cock in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a little but I didn't choke as his semen went straight down, missing my oral fissure for all five volley. As he slid himself out, a final exam cytologic smear of cum trailed along my tongue to pass on me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to break relinquish of the roaming hands on my chest and John the Divine lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the face of the initiatory guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role frolic was over but John had former ideas. He pushed me to the jam, scatter my ramification and pressed his body against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and spiritualist from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the lingua which plunged into my trap but John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a lilliputian so his re-hardening stopcock was pressed between my bum cheek, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to press back, calling him every gens under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slither even humble, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arsehole and as soon as he did, voices from the early side of meat were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my clit licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the game so I yelled,"FUCKING SLOWLY !"And he took the hint. He stopped for a consequence 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 point, I was in a shock as my proficient pussy licker had finger's breadth inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking question as my whole body was in receptive overload as I was pinned to the wall, boob squashed flatcar and both gob being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole organic structure shook as the monumental orgasm took hold. My hindquarters sinew clamped hard on John's stopcock and he planted his full freight, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spin me around and offered my rear end to the mess. As he did this, I panicked, even in my dazed state, I didn't want a random peter in there and I turned my head to see my blond Quaker, stretching his tongue to my battered bum hole. I quivered in toilet's blazonry, unable to make a motion but after a hour 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 block it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both jam leaking and was now cognisant of the lode of come on my face, now dripping onto my titty. I looked at whoremonger and we both started laughing like nutcase 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 quenched, I tried to remember when I'd even had more sex sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


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


John was the first base to speak as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your penning 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 dick shoved up her prat in that scene either !"


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


"I'll ‘ oops'you succeeding clock time I'm here ! I'll offer YOUR bum to the yap !"


John paused and became grievous for a moment,"So, there'll be a future clip ?"


I had expected this question and in the true, I didn't know the response but, I wasn't going to ruin the best day of my sexual life so I replied with self-confidence,"You bet your life story there'll be a next time !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in Harlan F. Stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off backbone to his house.


It was early evening when we arrived at the house and Marvin had a slurping hysteria on us, and was especially interest in the tone from our crotch ! frump have no manners ! We gave him his cuddles, Saint John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner party. There was no sex this time, just gentle caresses, common washing and a majuscule many kisses. He did get hard in there but I told him he was insatiate and it would have to expect until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a endearing pizza property, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the food was lovely and we sat for historic period, just talking and laughing about our gaga good afternoon. John was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a dependable day of fucking but I still needed him to cook lovemaking to me when we got home. This caused an straightaway reaction from him and his hand shot in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the house, Saint John opened a bottle of wine while I went to interchange into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settle like a normal couple. It was still relatively early so we played some music and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very issue 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 form sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the gentlest of candy kiss, perfective tense for the minute. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to shit love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his boxers and felt the firm, throbbing underground that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my naked fundament and we groaned softly into each former's mouths. I snaked my hand into his shorts to partake his hot tool but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his leg, pulling his boxers 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 breast as his cock was pressed against my thorax. His hands moved automatically to stroke the position of my boobs but couldn't for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his wooden leg and then the tiniest licks and kisses on his shaven balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the entire, yummy length of his prick, as slowly as potential, ending with mild flicks around the pulsing nous and when I knew the torment was as great as I could get it, I lifted his shaft to my rim and slip it into my hot back talk. I used every bit of experience to fill him to the tallness of pleasure and I took pride in the way his finger nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to pacify flicks of my tongue and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of coming, I let him plop from my mouth and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his rim. He held me close up, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most sincere words I could induce used.


"Take me to bed ! Make lovemaking to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his weapon system, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping detention of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was measured to suffer his weightiness on his subdivision but, as he came closer I took a hold of his putz and directed him to my wet fix. In a stark direct contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his distance and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every bit. This was the comfortably kind of sexual love, there was passion, there was so a lot care for the other and dare I say it, there was existent love.


Every shot was long, full and abstruse, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unsaid mentation. We were as end as we could ever be and to constitute for sure, I wrapped my peg around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an climax from very other on and for the first off meter in my lifespan, I actually shed various crying as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my optic without him seeing, not knowing if he'd interpret tears during such an incredible opinion and I hugged him close. It was hard to catch one's breath but I never wanted this smell to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his back, I snuggled immediately into his side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a word of honor, it wasn't needed because any public lecture now would only follow around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the succeeding day. I sensed that this would be the shoemaker's last time we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sorrow and I knew I wouldn't be capable to palpate the Saame as I did now. For now though, I was well-chosen and King John seemed more than well-chosen too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a Edwin Herbert Land of beautiful, sensual dreams


The modality in the break of the day was, to whoremaster's citation, much less morose than it could stimulate been. He brought me a cup of newly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all things and it seemed like a prissy end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was time for me to teach him how to throw the world's best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ convention attire'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushrooms and bacon while I whisked up eight eggs with salt, capsicum pepper plant and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big sauteing pan and added lots of the vintage cheddar cheese and Saint John the Apostle confessed that the smell alone was telling him that it was something particular. I served it up as john refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner party mesa. phonograph needle to say, it was flaming good, even by my measure and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


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


"If I don't do this, I'll bang myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his genu and plunged his natural language into my pussycat. His mitt pulled me nigh to his face and explored my bum with finger's breadth teasing my arse. I gripped his wet hairsbreadth and allowed myself to be adrift on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at home. His hands were taking this last opportunity to build retention of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the spring of succus, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him spend a penny me issue forth and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling positioning myself. I made making love to his cock with my lips and spit while never breaking eye contact. There were no smiles, just a sack up communication, both savouring the last discernment, the net touches and the final act of passion. Before long, John pulled me to my understructure and I put my arms around his neck, knowing what would fall out next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his prick pointing up at 45 degree and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his berm as he put my back against the shower bulwark. The fortuity were gentle, obtuse and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a retentiveness we could hold away from these amazing two Day, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were climax which came with sighs, not screams and when my feet finally touched the cascade tray, we held each other under the menstruum of urine, both satisfied completely. When the pee started to run cold, we found our wit again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better material body of mind. I dressed in my travel outfit, revealing the Andrew D. White lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a brace in the side air hole for going home in. That earned my final exam spank of the slip and a bigger thank you for being cool off !


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


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two sidereal day have been the best two Clarence Day ever !"He drew a turgid breathing space and was about to continue but I put a finger's breadth to his lips to arrest him. He looked a little detriment, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger's breadth with my back talk for a final examination kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John 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 minuscule numb and my boss was international waiting. He put his luggage and the respite of mine in the rachis and we set off for the airdrome. I was glad of a little normalcy, hearing of his atrocious failures on the golf track and it was just enough to offset my lugubriousness of leaving. I was certain that my chief had detected something awry but we know each early well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was ready. We had a drink in the loss waiting area and before too long I was taking my tail end by a window on the carpenter's plane. If anybody outside of that woodworking plane could see in through the window of nates 15A as the plane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the face of a young dame, and a single split, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .