The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a picayune, will have sex that I used to be a regular member of a sex forum and would get very postulate with writing sex stories, posting naughty pictorial matter and join in with extremely combative and lively disputation. Despite my diminutive stature, my attitude was not of a meek and mild person. That was the public persona and it was a upright evasion from my real life.


Anyone who knew me honorable on that site knew another part of me, the real me and I could weigh on my finger, the people who I allowed to have sex that Rachael. We'd share personal stories of our life story, photos of the most confidant nature and we'd even chat on courier when we were away from the land site. The people who knew me the best, I could reckon on the digit of one hand ... .. with two finger's breadth amputated ! This storey is about one of those three, John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a wonderful place to inhabit, I have a outstanding kinsperson, tiptop job and my life is good. At the time of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his baby in law made some horrifying comments about me and he found it easier to ditch me than to be a man and defend me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the live paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this full stop and at 22 I was earning well above an middling earnings, repel a £50,000 society car and was the envy of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements ! The former cool affair about my job, being a Personal help to the managing music director of a software society, was that we travelled a lot. In the main we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trip-up in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as usual, I was on-line trying to embolden myself up a bit. John was having his own issues and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only difference when she left was that his grocery store broadsheet had halved as they'd not slept 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 book you a flight to WI for tomorrow !'


I laughed out tacky as I read his message but not for a ground you'd think ! In ten Day metre I was flying out to WI with my boss and for all the sentence we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my next comment wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to think this but me and my gaffer are flying out on the 23rd September, to a niggling place called Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin to see a node who does security installations.'To add to the accuracy, I quickly added, ‘ peacock surety Inc'


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


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


His reply was almost straightaway. He sent a pic of a telephone banknote, his name and address clearly shown.


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


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


‘ You have no approximation how glad you just made me ! I'm going to fulfil you inside two workweek ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy child so I calmed him a piffling and said I had no idea of the travel guidebook as yet but I promised him two thing and made shed light on one early point in time. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely run across. sec, I would try to arrange thing so we could consume a whole afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would have to meet somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for geezerhood, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to bring my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual effective grace and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the estimate, about to meet a guy off a smut internet site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


study was meddlesome so the time went quickly and I was keeping a little secret up my arm. I'd explained to my boss, with a few white lies, that an old family line protagonist lived in the township and asked if we could adjust things to give me a piffling fourth dimension to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an evening to have dinner party. When he gave me the revamped itinerary, he'd allocated two years and two night that I'd have to myself in Ojibway Falls. I decided immediately to not tell john, just in case we didn't get on that well. The early odd thing was, since I'd announced the head trip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the real idea of meeting had brought about a new moral quandary for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be chill to meet him. Unfortunately though, that dark, things changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the naughty role acting we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked torso and the equally rude single he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd header with not seeing his pretty cock in the physical body. Did he not require me like that now ? Had I ruined the illusion ? I didn't want to spoil the group meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than embarrass John the Evangelist when we chatted. As far as he was mindful, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th September on compass north nosepiece Street at Lucy's food shop. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to drive him wild. This was a eccentric meeting to say the least and my part had always been a little risqué so this dress wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few day, we spoke each evening and it was crystalise that there were nerves on both sides which seemed crazy because we knew so much about each other. John was talking about property we could go if we had the sentence but I was still reluctant to reveal the true timescale, blaming my genus Bos for complication but confirming that we had at least six hours to chat ! I hoped he'd query 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 future evening, the eve of my flight, I decided to crowd a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

St. John the Apostle : Just watching tv set, 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 fetch him with.


I finally saw the break I needed.


Rachael : John, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

Saint John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

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

whoremaster : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

St. John : OK, I'm terrorize !

Rachael : Why ?

John : Rach, I've dreamt of meeting you for so tenacious 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 nervus ! Does that make any sentiency ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU poor fish ! Do you not think I'm skittish too ?

John the Evangelist : NO ! You are always so confident !

Rachael : lav, 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 ?

John the Evangelist : TWO daylight ! ! !

Rachael : grievous for a minute ....

John : OK

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

King John : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly silent at times !

whoremaster : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might come to my station ?

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

lavatory : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

whoremonger : But only if you're sure

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

John : I so so so can't time lag

Rachael : Same here !

toilet : Have a secure flight babe

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

John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the light source and tried to imagine how that meeting would go. I imagined the disclosure garb which is tight and gives my midget boobs a good boost. It never fails to get aid but the man I was meeting has already seen au naturel exposure of me so the ribbing was somehow even not bad. 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 have his pecker pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 consistence pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his long, fat stopcock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could find after tiffin and at that point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his yummy stopcock would be filling me with his semen, no query !


flight of stairs day was a nightmare ! A two halt flight and hanker thrust from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local anaesthetic time. We dined at a lovely local anaesthetic restaurant but we were so wear out, I couldn't William Tell you the epithet of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few boozing and while my boss was calling habitation to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a pic of the street sign and sent it to lavatory with a message. 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 effect that it had taken every Panthera uncia of self-will to stop him from driving into townsfolk to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my speech sound on electric charge and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast group meeting with the client started. Over a mountain of solid food, my preparedness for the get together were thoroughgoing and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing superfluous business we could do for our node and by noon we had made our final exam notes and were preparing to result. We'd been to a local anaesthetic bar for an informal winding down of commercial enterprise with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my gaffer had worked the two destitute sidereal day into the trip as the three cat started to hash out their golfing challenge and I made my excuses for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my knob could fuddle and I really did opt my own plans for the next 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the keys to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awesome homework work. We made our farewells and I promised to observe him updated on my rubber and whereabouts. He does depend after me.


Our hotel was only a two second walk away so I made my way to my way. I dressed quickly into my special rig, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red dress with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my breasts was borderline obscene but, the inadequate black jacket added enough grade to lend a slight decency to the final feel. The cushioning gave a little magnification to my smaller chest and I was terribly proud of the surplus segmentation it afforded me. I gave a little spin in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than well-chosen as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the tightness meant my breeches were still, ever so slightly seeable. I bent over and with a fiddling struggle, I pulled my red, lacy step-in down my wooden leg, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his eye pop out, nix would ! I made my way to the cellar garage and the car, entered the speech of Lucy's food shop and set off. According to the satnav, I'd come about fifteen minutes early and I knew I'd need that time to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English people Ithiel Town, was very broad and I was pleased to notice a parking space across the road from the deli. My heart was pounding in my bureau and I took various cryptic breaths before I gave up on trying to stop my workforce from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the good 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 in England, all the machine were unknown 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 familiar face appear from the car, my mettle vanished, I grabbed my bag and jumped from the Toyota. The locals were slightly bemused by the petite blond leaping from a car and screaming,"JOHN !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on John's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the route to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, best and most comforting hug of my lifetime. He held me to him with his weaponry wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck opening and our buttock pressed closely together. We both said thing along the course of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. More impressively was that he didn't wait too long to put me down, my dress didn't sit up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right hand for me though.


I put my workforce on my coxa theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of Swedish mile and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his brim and shed my arms around his neck opening again. I knew that spit were wrong right now but I think he liked our first buss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and utilise my pollex to wipe off the lipstick and then my next comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome case tried to take on a distressfulness,"Ahhh the famous appetite of the tiny Brit ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my hired man and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for mean solar day. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hired hand that was leading me, a short wring which earned me the same back and another immense grin from a very happy guy. As we were about to enter the deli, whoremaster stopped me and in an almost breathless tonus he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing girl !"


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


With that, I shook the jacket from my shoulders, held my weapon out and gave a fiddling wiggle. The full force of my strapless kit had the desired effect and he was pretty dumb apart from a ‘ Holy nooky'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As john ordered our food at the return, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our reflexion in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt glad, comfortable and so rightfulness 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 cute than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like schooling kids and the suffering cow behind the counter huffed a few times which just made us both laugh More and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd bring our orderliness across.


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


"Rachael, this has been such right fun ! We can go for the guided 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 answer to,"So, how long do we have ?"


I gave a little grimace and I swear he was tightlipped to crying but I'm a savage bitch and put two fingers in the air.


"crap ! Only two hours ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his mitt, squeezed it tightly and in a whisper I said,"Two daylight if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the table and kissed him. The buss was delicate and I allowed my lingua to card his rim until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to stand still. That kiss could make been for just a moment or for an time of day, I truly couldn't Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"exact me home !"


After another peck on the sass, John paid the bill and then, as any man would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd ferment his car around and I could fall out him for the few short miles to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the face I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, sparkle excitation for what may come about. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to happen ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing academic session, or one of the view in my many history. The only real head were, which story and who would lease the pencil lead ? The ache in my mole variety of answered the latter enquiry for me and a little plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind John's car.


The ride to John's house was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that can probably had neighbour and no matter where you are in the world, neighbours like to chit-chat. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, single storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe professional with a trace of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my abode, Rach !"toilet 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 photograph of Marvin from day one so as he opened the doorway, a big ointment fuzz flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his master for cuddles. Only after a brief tussle with Saint John did he see the stranger and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a moment ( Standard ‘ Hello'of a scent trying to go up my skirt ) until he got bored and decided that it was prison term for John to prey him and he made a elan for his food bowl. John apologised profusely for the want of subtlety of his dog and told me to come in in and induce myself at dwelling while he saw to Marvin.


The front doorway opened into a big support way with pine tree laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the household, I had a snoopy around. A beautiful, Black leather suite with a four-seater settee took pridefulness of place, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the room, by the window. In the inverse corner was a vast wooden unit which was bursting at the seam with CDs and I gave a wry smiling thinking that John was definitely a knight bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his style. By the time he came back in the room, I was looking through some photograph on the mantle and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the seat John ! Do I get the rest of the duty tour now ?"


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handwork down there, then back up to see the rest of his endearing home. The hold up way was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big elbow room with the rear windowpane looking out onto former houses and a huge bed with very warm coloured sheets. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen paper and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding material for my visit ! I decided that I had to take control of the situation or I'd salvo so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to proceed this blind down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my supercilium and laughed to keep him a little illogical as to my intentions and before he could remark, I asked to use the toilet. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a quite a little on the back talk, making some scuttlebutt about being bursting for a pee, just to sustain him off guard.


I'd picked up my pocketbook on the way back through the living room as every girl would when using a strange privy and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to refreshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master plan 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 face separated to reveal Thomas More of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the incline of the wearing apparel and my jacket were just covering the center of each knocker but John was going to be treated to the wide clotheshorse of each minuscule pitcher's mound. My tegument is very lily-white but very suave and I was getting nervous at this brazen show but I was satisfied that this was as aphrodisiacal as I could ever look. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked 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 head. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket fall 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 !"


John gulped hard as I took the last step towards him and his men went to my rose hip and he leant forward to snog me, only having to hand up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his bridge player caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the candy kiss after a min or so and taking half a step back again. His handwriting trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft buss between my breasts before revealing them in their midget glory, pulling back to feed on the leave-taking of my apparel. He sighed as my shaved pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the attire off my shoulders, 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 and biting my lip as his big, firm hands touched my naked bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully intemperate nipples. Almost instantly, my ramification began to flicker as his fondle my ass and then my spinal column, pulling me toilsome to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The rut in my kitty growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my pes. I looked into bathroom's eyes as he held me aloft and no Logos were needed but a kiss was. I planted my rim firmly on his and our tongues began an immediate battle, so vivid 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 depress but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another issue that needed attending. I broke the kiss and panted my two word instruction.


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


whoremonger kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped dead and I watched his middle, feasting on my nakedness. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was well-chosen. I know it was a stunned interrogative sentence but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be felicitous. He was then looking me up and down, looking for more than words before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my turning to be in for a treat. His trunk was broad, chant and lovely but his prick, his big fat prick finally came into view and I began to drool 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 meat that I'd seen so many times before in exposure and just as I'd imagined, my fingerbreadth barely reached around its girth. My holding his turncock was enough of a signal for can and I soon felt his hand cupping my unharmed twat and in endorsement, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my ramification slightly to afford him just admittance. It felt so full 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 lavatory onto his spine and there was a small look of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingerbreadth he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubts he had, I gave minuscule butterfly kisses across his look as I straddled his body and earth myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure on my medium 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 hole. He was already covered in my juices from the short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my sass tightly and despite the belittled 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 push, our physical structure were fully connected. I held the perspective, swirling my hips slightly and we purred together, looking mystifying into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hands on his dresser, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delectable richness in my sex. John's oral fissure was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his late attempt to vowelise his thought. The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing and flabby grunts each time I dropped fully onto his complete cock. Little by little I increased my tempo and St. John's right hand sought out my bosom as his remaining quarter round started to knead my clitoris with vigour.


"I'm not going to end long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the unbelievable sight of his thick tube, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the endless rate of flow of my juices. The air was wooden-headed with the scent of lustfulness and I could feel my own sexual climax rising and implore he would death long enough to percentage our offset climax.


Suddenly, St. John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my vertebral column. For a legal brief consequence, his to the full weight unit was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the abbreviated of seconds I felt so humble and powerless but then he took further controller and it was amazing. He pushed his amphetamine body from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a heater train and he was in no dubiousness as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being aright on the border he stopped. I asked him what the hell on earth he was doing, out of full shock, but before all the quarrel were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his font in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handful of haircloth and held him tight on my button where his knife was a fuzz as his custody squeezed my bum so tight. In seconds I was back on the verge of issue forth and I let go of his whisker and pinched my own nipples to send my brain into orbit. My wholly consistency convulsed and I was drifting in and out of cognizance 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 John slid his peter back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few moment and, with my human knee pushed back by the face of my principal, I watched in awe as it parted my sore pussycat and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my whole consistency muscle spasm with each powerful thrust which were pounding my bantam frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final exam drive went trench inside me as I felt his cock pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his balls into my felicitous, saturated hole.


I lowered my legs and pulled him to me. Yes, he was fleshy 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 cock, still buried cryptical inside me. I finally broke the candy kiss and rubbed his nose with my own.


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


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


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


John kissed my olfactory organ and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this aphrodisiac ‘ rear end'in my hands, is ... ... I'm not sure if I can ever let you go again !"


I playfully slapped him and cuddled close but I knew, in just two days I had to go back to my normal spirit and no issue what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two Friend, first meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both apportion with that.


We lay there, until the laws of physics deemed his cocksucker soft enough to plop out of me and an quick flow of plenteous amount of fluids started to filter from me. With much screwing up of my face for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some more of my wet wipes to clean up but all the clip I was in there, I was trying to commemorate if I'd ever felt so cognitive content after sex with a guy for the kickoff fourth dimension. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a shock job, my preferent part of foreplay ! No affair, I'd make that up to him at some compass point and bear witness to him that I hadn't lied about my specialness in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, John had climbed under the blanket 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 hand through his thorax hairsbreadth as we chatted. It felt so easily, so well-situated and natural, not like it should for individual you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the clip we were there, his ripe hand was on my spinal column or my bum as he held me close, while his pass on 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 subtlety over the window wasn't as brightness so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over whoremonger's better-looking features. His hair was greying at the tabernacle which was rather tell apart and he had a few appearing on his thorax too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the ground he shaves down below, cypher wants grey-haired pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a appease swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grin appear on his face as his eyelids fluttered out-of-doors. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a problem !"


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


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


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


I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a little tickle battle. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my future suggestion would figure out though, I said we should percentage a exhibitioner. He seemed to like the idea as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no clock time at all, we were stood together under the unattackable menstruum of water but, naked consistency, roaming hands and destiny of soap usually adds up to an hard-on ! Today was no different and with John's caressing of every contribution of my body under the pretense of washing me, including a tentative interpolation of a finger in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was metre to right the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my genu in social movement of his cock. It was gratis of liquid ecstasy by now and this was my for the first time proper close down up view. Immediately I realised why he felt so upright as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its flare out edge were everlasting for stimulating a cunt and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my mouth. I stroked with a twisting apparent motion as I sucked and slurped on the 1st three inches and noticed that privy had took hold of the rails as his leg quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the close two yr of their relationship. I decided to impress forward with my party art object and I moved slightly to a greater extent of his tool into my mouth, testing the vertebral column of my throat. He was a piffling thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could manage. I've been blessed with very little gag reflex so I was quite proud of the indulgent whimper from John Lackland as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven column inch to re-emerge from my mouth as I held eye link with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the top dog with my throat muscles, I snaked my tongue out to pester his chunk. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn't take a good deal convincing and began irksome but foresightful strokes, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last long and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the shaft and my tongue all around the fountainhead and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly gravid warhead in my mouth. He tasted really near and I gulped down every drib, finishing his treat with the gentlest of osculation as his sensibility was at its peak.


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


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower bath, Saint John the Apostle handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small eccentric in the car so, when lav was going out to the sleeping accommodation, I asked if he'd psyche 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 twenty-four hours, wondering where we were going to eat. My thinker was totally in the macrocosm of food so I yelped when a big paw grabbed my bum.


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


My hair was still a little dampness but it was dry enough for now. I followed John the Divine to the chamber and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is UK's giving supermarket ) and asked St. John the Apostle to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


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


Still naked, I put my hand on my pelvic arch and drew myself up to my entire 5 metrical foot 1 in and squared up to him,"Listen dearest, I never travel without my time of origin Armerican cheddar cheese and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's best than sex !"


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


As I started to pick out dress, I called through to the kitchen,"guesswork what I forgot to pack from my other showcase ?"


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


I gave him my best evil look,"OK then smarty knickers, where is your knickers drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my panty !"Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that idea will keep your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


John Lackland shook his head word in despair and walked out of the room, groaning and bent double to label the level. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a white vest top, not too tight or disclosure and a denim skirt 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 aliveness room so, in order to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my annulus and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his smart reply and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food we may eat were very untimely ! We arrived at a seat called Casa Mexicana which was nix to look at from outside, but inside was a unhurt different floor with every paries, electric chair and table painted with vivacious pictures and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food was unbelievable. We took our clock time between courses and after we'd had a coffee tree, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


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


John 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 little physical exercise this good afternoon ! You've every right hand to be wrecked !"He lifted my mitt and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all Night club and head word back ?"


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


The restaurant wasn't far from John's firm so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smack the refuse we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a quick 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 bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two point of wear and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the worst possible star sign Edgar 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 St. John the Apostle was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my cervix, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too a great deal and I slowly extracted myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, my eubstance had obviously cooled a little and I woke privy as I backed into him with a stale bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to log Z's 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 beau ideal. zippo beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite admittedly. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even better, as I was about to find out at around 10am the accompany morning.


The foremost sensation I was mindful of was two fingerbreadth, recondite inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to receive a aurora kiss and no sooner than out lips met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the full seven in of his lovely cock, 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 hips started slowly and as his hands caressed my thorax, I reached back and stroked his bum as the diagonal grew in length. I'd been with this man for less than 24 hr but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any substantially, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my articulatio coxae, spread out 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 branch tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my muscles gave in completely and his drive took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My orgasm grew even gravid and I'm sure the neighbourhood could learn my yells quite clearly as I begged him to issue forth inside me, and in a dozen more plunges, john's body dissolved into cramp as he emptied his balls.


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


"goodness morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the in force alert clock ever !"


John kissed the dorsum of my head,"Good morning, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to wake you up and deal with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


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


I turned my capitulum and gave him a long, diffused kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's tool with a bit of a soggy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf whistle from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my teeth and as I was about to leave the bathroom, I noticed a blanch blue shirt hanging on the back of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Even I knew that there is short as sexy as a minor miss in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the bedchamber confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, prey me !"I pleaded in a fake panicky voice. It had the desired effect and John climbed out of bed, put on some short circuit, led me by the helping hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a faecal matter 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, spread at the front, gave a full vista of my naked dead body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just wear this today ?"


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


John gave a salute, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee simple machine and we chatted like an old, happy couple, talking about everything and zippo. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chat and he was making what every Northern English somebody loves ... .. bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, rafts of crispy Baron Verulam, a fiddling Cheddar and a splash of Brown University sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary chef-d'oeuvre, one which he'd definitely have in the future. We polished off our mountain of food for thought and I insisted that John the Evangelist go and get fix while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the time I'd wiped all of the surface down, he was ready, dressed in blue drawers and a tee shirt that showed his broad dresser off nicely. I gave him a spry kiss and went to dress myself.


To grant myself a trivial reference, I'd managed to throng quite a few outfits into my small-scale bag but John's comments and open love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my choice easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of thin cotton but it's actually a cropped shirt with no buttons. At the front though, there are retentive pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a cool looking shirt with a seeable gap between the knocker and fabric which shows the shape of your booby, perfectly ! The stuff is quite thin and for girls with darker nipples, there is nada left to the mental imagery. Thankfully, my pap are much lighter but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very aphrodisiacal top ! I added my denim trunks which don't appearance off my bum cheeks. well, I wanted to look aphrodisiacal but I didn't want to look like a cheap tramp ! I finished the turnout with a simple duad of strappy sandals and for my constitution, I did very little, just a touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the aliveness way, Gospel According to John gasped at my outfit and immediately caressed my boobs through the top.


"Sorry Rach, I just had to touch ! piece of tail, that is hot !"


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


A short crusade later and we were walking, manus in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, regretful 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 near the Wisconsin holidaymaker board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this news report ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few minute in the parking lot and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused much mirthfulness to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the skunk eating huge ice creams and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm gladiolus you asked !"I said in a ‘ matter of fact'musical note and I reached into my purse and pulled out a low firearm of paper with an speech on it and handed it to John.


He looked upset,"That's way out of township, are you sure you have the right speech ? There's only a winery out there ... .."His spokesperson drifted off.


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


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


I held his hand,"Do you think of Buddy Holly's tarradiddle ?"Now for those of you who don't know my serial publication ‘ Buddy Holly and admirer ’, don't concern, I'm not going to do much of a looter but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to let the cat out of the bag after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this write up, John and I had started to become supporter. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the tarradiddle now ... ..


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


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


I patted his hand,"You really involve to get wind to polish off a conviction babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of shorts,"I've even brought an extra turnout for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped seams so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the scene, read on, you will soon sympathize )


can seemed more than well-chosen to indulge my fantasy although he did point out that we'd be going into a place 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 nobody 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.


John had a bit of a misdirection as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my seat and stripped naked in rescript to change my outfit. The shorts were white, rolled up hem and very lightweight while the top was a shining blue air, cotton t-shirt which was a craw top but much less revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a miss was going into a sex store, I didn't want to look like a tart ! I packed my former clothes away just as we pulled into the car park at the nates of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I felt so mad 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 know he'd have it away it !


In earned a smack to my bum from John as we walked towards the incoming for daring to use a dread American accent mark to ask,"You got one-fourth, buddy ?"Note to self, don't use a silly accent !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two dissimilar sex shops in the UK but they were nix like what I entered here, on a backwards road of Wisconsin. Each metre I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two guy skulking around the DVD discussion section, not even daring to look at the bold face Danton True Young lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the workshop area, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed little girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little queasy but had already anticipated the first question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey love, got ID ?"


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


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a secure clip here ! Cabins are through the mantle, you'll pauperization quarters !"I smiled at this and looked at John with a ‘ told you so'look on my face.


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


We walked through the mantle into a long, darker room with glassful storage locker, full of DVDs down the left hand wall and around eight cabins on the rightfield. There were three or four bozo stood around, watching our ingress, and at first glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a untried, marvelous and blond guy going into the way next room access. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was warm to slither the bolt of lightning, muttering under his breath,"Shit, I know what animate being at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the turning point and took the quarters from John, putting them onto the footling ledge above the coin one-armed bandit. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the time slot, I had a straightaway expression about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the rampart opposite the entrance was a big, apartment TV screen and in the middle of the room which was about eight feet square, was a two-seater sofa, covered in imitation leather. I assume this made it well-heeled to cleanse. The feel was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the geographical zone, horny as hell and ready to get started so the olfactory perception really didn't bother me. A speedy grope at John's trunks said he was more than set too.


Now, when I wrote the scene with Sky in Holly's chronicle, 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 miss, tied up and taking a severe fuck. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrows at Saint John and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and avidity for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the get out hand wall. I had no idea that some cabins had kettle of fish 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 adjacent cell was watching as john and I started to relive the row I'd typed, so long ago.


John impressed me greatly as we clicked into role playing mode and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the wall with the door. This gave us quite a big outer 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 long you minuscule bitch ! A guy can only take so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at first, never realising that he'd be so dependable at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous fille modal value'and tried to push 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 succeeding words carefully,"Too fucking late, whore ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting little ass is mine !"


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


"Too late, gripe !"And with that, John Lackland grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one Gustavus Franklin Swift movement and the sound of ripping cloth, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the tabloid to the floor, he took hold of the sash of my short circuit and did the same, despite my lame protests.


I stood, trying to brood my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, can kicked off his boxershorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I feigned cushion as his hard, angry cock led him back to me and he slapped my branch away, revealing myself to him. He tried to osculate me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my header to face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprisal as he knocked my wooden leg apart with his articulatio genus and shove two digit straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dirty laugh,"You're a lie down bitch too ! You fucking make out this ! take care how wet your cunt is !"And with that he pulled his finger from me and wiped them on my lips."You're screw gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly bent me forward. I grabbed onto the shelf below the TV as he kicked my legs apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did bang my chief on the TV. John whispered a warm question, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my kitty-cat and God it felt good. I kept up the pretense of pain in the neck and begging him to stop but this bet right field into his custody and where he wanted this use swordplay to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his words,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na proceed moaning ... ... .. I'd considerably filling ... ... that whore mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the fucking I was getting, it truly couldn't be skilful and I assumed, from his password, that I was going to have his cock forced down my pharynx and, as an eager turncock sucker I was gear up to obligate while staying in grapheme but, as he rammed his cock household, he lifted me by my hips and swung me ninety degrees to my leave alone, I reached for the rampart to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first survey of the invertebrate foot square toes mess and I was face to brass with a slim, eight inch tool. My shock was real and when John barked at me to lactate it, I was genuinely immobilize, staring at this quite impressive creature before me.


John slapped my bum, quite hard and it stung,"Shut yer tears and suck 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. John groaned at the wad and pumped even harder, knowing how undecomposed the enigma guy was feeling and, with each jab, my nose was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubes. I could hear the guy on the other side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ nooky that mouth good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was unseasoned and I didn't expect him to hold up too long but it was a good, twenty thrusts from John behind, and him in my side before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouth. It was blistering and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my drumhead, another, little cock was in social movement of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in seconds he shot his incumbrance all over my face. It was then that I saw three sets of eyes watching me through the hole and a helping hand came through to roughly snap up at my breasts as another cock appeared at the maw. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, concentrated than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in movement of my side. It felt amazing ! I trusted whoremonger to keep me safe and as I squealed at my mammilla being pinched mercilessly, I sensed whoremonger was about to do inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epic crown so I pushed forward, trapping the munition which were groping me and slurped the latest pecker into my back talk. My coming hit me hard and my legs and blazonry began to warp but Gospel According to John caught me and held tight as he gave his last three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my concentrated snatch. As his spurts began, the cock in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a little but I didn't choke as his ejaculate went straight down, missing my mouth for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a final exam smear of cum trailed along my spit to bequeath me a very pleasant, terminal taste.


Almost immediately, I had to incite to discover liberal of the roaming bridge player on my bureau and John lifted me upright piano. Almost immediately, the boldness of the get-go guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role gaming was over but John the Divine had other ideas. He pushed me to the yap, spread out my peg and pressed his organic structure 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 tongue which plunged into my hollow but Gospel According to John held business firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to defend back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him arduous, faster. When he started to slide even lowly, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his rooster at my arse and as soon as he did, interpreter from the early side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my clit licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the game so I yelled,"fuck SLOWLY !"And he took the hint. He stopped for a moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four prison term before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a daze as my good pussy licker had digit inside me and was already bringing me to a blossom again. I barely noticed Saint John starting his fucking apparent movement as my whole body was in sensory overload as I was pinned to the wall, teat squashed straight and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole body shook as the monolithic sexual climax took hold. My arse muscles clamped hard on John Lackland's prick and he planted his fully load, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my rear end to the hole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my stun state, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my head to see my blond friend, stretching his natural language to my batter bum gob. I quivered in John's arms, ineffectual to move but after a bit or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guy wire, 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 maw leaking and was now aware of the load of seed on my face, now dripping onto my tit. I looked at trick and we both started laughing like crazy so I put my blazon up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each former and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely satisfy, I tried to remember 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 outfit from that morning and we left the cabin. All the bozo from the other room were out there and we received an embarrassing round of applause ! I gave a ridiculous bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the door, the guy on reception, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do address back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing wink. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


bathroom was the first to address as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your piece of 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 putz shoved up her arsehole in that scene either !"


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


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


bathroom paused and became serious for a moment,"So, there'll be a following meter ?"


I had expected this head and in accuracy, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to ruin the unspoiled day of my sexual lifespan 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 endocarp so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off back to his house.


It was early eve when we arrived at the planetary house and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially worry in the feeling from our genitalia ! Dogs have no manners ! We gave him his nestle, John fed him and we agreed that a exhibitioner was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this meter, just entitle caresses, reciprocal washing and a groovy many candy kiss. He did get arduous in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would take in to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those footing !


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


When we returned to the sign, John opened a bottle of wine while I went to vary into his shirt which I'd worn that break of day, then we just sat on the settee like a rule pair. It was still relatively early so we played some euphony and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very matter of fact way, I said,"I'm so gladiolus we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so gladiolus that we could do it. Does that shit good sense ?"


John pondered for a minute,"It does ! It really does ! It's been flaky how we met online but to finally actually receive 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 kisses, perfect for the moment. We'd had some pretty godforsaken sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to do 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 short and felt the self-coloured, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my naked merchantman and we groaned softly into each early's mouths. I snaked my hand into his shorts to bear on his hot dick but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my mouth. I stood up from the settle and knelt between his ramification, pulling his shorts down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my headland, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest as his cock was pressed against my thorax. His handwriting moved automatically to stroke the side of my bosom but couldn't for long as my kiss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his stage and then the tiniest punch and osculation on his knock off balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the wax, delicious length of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with soft moving-picture show around the pulsing head and when I knew the harassment was as groovy as I could get it, I lifted his putz to my lips and slid it into my hot rima oris. I used every bit of experience to take him to the elevation of joy and I took pride in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so stiff. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle motion-picture show of my tongue and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of sexual climax, I let him plank from my mouth and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his lips. He held me close, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most solemn words I could have used.


"Take me to bed ! Make love life to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arm, kissed me and carried me into the sleeping room. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping hold of his weapons system, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was careful to support his weight on his weapon system but, as he came closer I took a storage area of his cock and directed him to my wet maw. In a bleak contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to enjoy his length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the best sort of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so much care for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every stroke was long, full and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unuttered cerebration. We were as close as we could ever be and to make sure, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unconvincing poke. I was exquisitely on the edge of an orgasm from very early on on and for the first time in my life, I actually shed various rent as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my middle without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand tears during such an incredible spirit and I hugged him close. It was hard to respire but I never wanted this feeling 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 Holy Writ, it wasn't needed because any public lecture now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the next day. I sensed that this would be the last-place time we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sorrowfulness and I knew I wouldn't be able to feel the Lapplander as I did now. For now though, I was happy and whoremaster seemed more than happy too. That was adequate and I held my devotee as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual aspiration


The climate in the sunup was, to John's credit, much lupus erythematosus morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all things and it seemed like a nice end to my sojourn. As I finished my drink I declared that it was meter for me to learn him how to make the reality's best omelet so I jumped out of bed and went to the living way to get my ‘ normal dress'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushroom and Francis Bacon while I whisked up eight nut with salt, pepper and some overbold ointment. I added it all to the big sauteing pan and added raft of the vintage cheddar and St. John confessed that the smell alone was telling him that it was something extra. I served it up as John refilled our coffee berry cup and we sat at the dinner table. Needless to say, it was blooming good, even by my banner 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 exhibitioner together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would save water. The humour was well received, as was the hypnotism. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a fiddling aroused. I think we'd both thought that last dark was the last sex but whoremaster broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kicking myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his tongue into my pussy. His men pulled me closer to his look and explored my bum with dactyl teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet fuzz and allowed myself to float on the pleasance, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at home. His hands were taking this last opportunity to build retentiveness of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the fountain of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me add up and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling billet myself. I made lovemaking to his prick with my back talk and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no smiles, just a earn communicating, both savouring the hold up taste, the last mite and the final exam act of love. Before long, John pulled me to my substructure and I put my arms around his neck, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his pecker pointing up at 45 grade and then lowered me onto it. My branch wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my header in his articulatio humeri as he put my back against the exhibitor paries. The throw were gentle, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a memory we could look at away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with sighs, not wow and when my foot finally touched the rain shower tray, we held each former under the current of water, both satisfied completely. When the H2O started to run cold, we found our sense of humor again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better physique of brain. I dressed in my traveling kit, revealing the white lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a pair in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my final spank of the stumble and a braggy thank you for being chill !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could have cut the tensity in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a petty surprised that I held back any crying. I pulled my capitulum back and looked at the solemn font before me.


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


We both smiled, knowing I was just trying to lighten the temper. lav hugged me close again, kissing my cervix softly before we broke.


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two mean solar day have been the estimable two sidereal day ever !"He drew a large breath and was about to continue but I put a finger to his lips to barricade him. He looked a minuscule scathe, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my back talk for a final exam buss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


toilet put my bags into the the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a small numb and my political boss was international wait. He put his luggage and the rest of mine in the spinal column and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a little normality, audition of his painful unsuccessful person on the golf course of action and it was just enough to offset my gloominess of leaving. I was certain that my party boss had detected something wrong but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was ready. We had a drink in the expiration couch and before too foresightful I was taking my tail by a window on the woodworking plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of seat 15A as the plane roared down the track, they'd have seen the look of a young gentlewoman, and a undivided binge, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .