The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a regular member of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting gamy pictures and sum in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive stature, my position was not of a meek and mild someone. That was the populace theatrical role and it was a full escape from my real life.


Anyone who knew me full on that site knew another part of me, the real me and I could weigh on my finger's breadth, the people who I allowed to make out that Rachael. We'd portion personal storey of our lives, photos of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The the great unwashed who knew me the best, I could bet on the finger's breadth of one helping hand ... .. with two fingers amputated ! This level is about one of those three, lav, 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 position to hold up, I have a corking family, first-rate job and my life is upright. At the prison term of this chronicle, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sister in law made some horrible comment about me and he found it easier to chuck me than to be a man and fight back me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this pointedness and at 22 I was earning well above an average salary, ride a £50,000 company car and was the enviousness of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements ! The other cool matter about my job, being a Personal help to the managing director of a software program 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 ... ..


Apostle of the Gentiles had left me and as common, I was online trying to urge on myself up a bit. Gospel According to John was having his own subject and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the lone deviation when she left was that his grocery posting 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 amount over and cheer you up !'


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


I laughed out brassy as I read his message but not for a reason you'd think ! In ten 24-hour interval time I was flying out to WI with my knob and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my next comment wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to conceive this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd September, to a lilliputian place called Chippewa Falls, WI to see a guest who does security measures installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock surety Inc'


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


It was my good turn to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A whole res publica and you live in the little Town I'm visiting !'


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


My reply was pretty a great deal reflex because we had spoken for so recollective and I really considered him a confidante and close friend. I simply typed, ‘ well it would be natural if we didn't meet up !'


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


‘ You have no mind how glad you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two week ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a empty-headed child so I calmed him a little and said I had no thought of the path as yet but I promised him two thing and made clear one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. Second, I would try to format things so we could have a all good afternoon to grab up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would experience to come across somewhere world because, despite the fact we'd chatted for historic period, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to bring my hirer as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his common sound Grace and by the prison term we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the idea, about to meet a guy off a porn internet site ! Oddly though, I couldn't time lag !


piece of work was busy so the clock time went quickly and I was keeping a little secret up my sleeve. I'd explained to my foreman, with a few Elwyn Brooks White lies, that an old household friend lived in the town and asked if we could adjust things to give me a little time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an eventide to have dinner. When he gave me the vamp path, he'd allocated two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and two Nox that I'd have to myself in Ojibway Falls. I decided immediately to not recount John the Divine, just in case we didn't get on that well. The other odd affair was, since I'd announced the slip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the real estimate of meeting had brought about a new lesson quandary for us. I didn't caution, I just thought it would be cool to gather him. Unfortunately though, that dark, thing changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the naughty role acting we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my defenseless physical structure and the equally unmannerly ace he'd sent back, my intellection were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the form. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the deception ? I didn't want to spoil the coming together so I just let it eat away at me rather than blockade John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th Sep on North bridge Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to drive him wild. This was a bizarre meeting to say the least and my persona had always been a small risqué so this dress wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each eve and it was clear that there were mettle on both sides which seemed sick because we knew so a good deal about each other. lav was talking about plaza we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to unveil the true timescale, blaming my knob for complicatedness but confirming that we had at to the lowest degree six hours to chit-chat ! I hoped he'd question 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 eve, the eve of my flight, I decided to drive a little more. I was in bed, ready for an former flight so I opened the Old World chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

trick : Just watching television, dog curled up with me

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

John : Yes I can

Rachael : Hmmmm you can ? Do you not want to ?

John Lackland : Yeah I do, I was just thinking something else but maybe it's best to just contribute him with.


I finally saw the suspension I needed.


Rachael : John, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

lavatory : 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 bally dog ! What's going on ?

whoremaster : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

John : OK, I'm panic-struck !

Rachael : Why ?

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


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU pillock ! Do you not think I'm uneasy too ?

John : NO ! You are always so confident !

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

Saint John the Apostle : lol OK but now I'm even more uneasy !

Rachael : Why ?

John the Evangelist : TWO Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ! ! !

Rachael : sober for a instant ....

trick : OK

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

whoremaster : Do you not need to forgather him ?

Rachael : Of track I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly slow at times !

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

Rachael : Unless you don't want to chip in me the go of your workplace you've been telling me about for months ?

lav : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut out up then !

John : But only if you're surely

Rachael : John, check speechmaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's deli

John : I so so so can't delay

Rachael : Sami here !

john : Have a dependable flight baby

Rachael : Don't forget your notecase, think back you're paying !

King John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the lighting and tried to imagine how that confluence would go. I imagined the revealing attire which is soused and gives my lilliputian booby a good cost increase. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photos of me so the tease was somehow even corking. My fingers found my kitty-cat as I imagined him getting hard in his pant as soon as he saw me and that start hug would give his rooster pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 organic structure pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of ikon of his foresighted, fat tool and within 48 hr, it would be throbbing right in straw man of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could happen after lunch and at that point, just as a beautiful culmination washed over me, I knew that his delectable rooster would be filling me with his come, no question !


escape day was a nightmare ! A two stop flight and long drive from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local anaesthetic meter. We dined at a lovely local eatery but we were so tired, I couldn't tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful white pepper sauce steak followed by a splendid cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few potable and while my chief was calling menage to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street mark and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘ real enough yet ?'


I didn't look for a response until I was back in my way and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the gist that it had taken every ounce of willpower to stop him from driving into Town to say how-do-you-do. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on mission and within mo I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a great deal of food, my preparations for the coming together were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing supererogatory business concern we could do for our client and by noon we had made our last tone and were preparing to give. We'd been to a local bar for an cozy winding down of business concern with two of their managing director and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two unloose solar day into the trip as the three hombre started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my excuse for not joining them, especially after their game. I knew how practically my boss could drink and I really did prefer my own plans for the succeeding 48 hr ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the cay to the outrageous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awesome homework work. We made our farewells and I promised to hold back him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does look after me.


Our hotel was only a two second walk away so I made my way to my elbow room. I dressed quickly into my special outfit, applied a piffling makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red wearing apparel with the zip up the social movement which stopped halfway up my knocker was mete obscene but, the short-change pitch blackness jacket added sufficiency class to lend a petty decency to the concluding look. The padding gave a little exaggeration to my smaller dresser and I was terribly gallant of the supererogatory cleavage it afforded me. I gave a little twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was More than happy as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to count at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the niggardness meant my knickerbockers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a niggling struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my legs, straightened the apparel and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his eyes pop out, naught would ! I made my way to the cellar garage and the car, entered the reference of Lucy's Deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about 15 minute of arc early and I knew I'd need that time to cool it myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any side townsfolk, was very broad and I was pleased to find a parking blank across the route from the Deli. My essence was pounding in my chest and I took several deep breaths before I gave up on trying to block my deal 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 cable car were alien to me and I was about to have up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, justly outside Lucy's. As I saw the comrade expression appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The locals were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"JOHN !"as tawdry as she could and waving frantically !


The Brobdingnagian 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, full and most satisfy hug of my life. He held me to him with his branch wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck opening and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said matter along the ancestry of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that variety of affair. More impressively was that he didn't time lag too long to put me down, my dress didn't ride up too far and he kissed my boldness after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my pelvic girdle theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of miles and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper osculation on his lips and threw my arms around his neck again. I knew that natural language were wrong right now but I think he liked our initiatory kiss, especially by the grinning as I pulled away and used my thumb to wipe off the lip rouge and then my next comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His liberal face tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the famed appetite of the bantam Brit ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the burnished red canopy of Lucy's, the figure I had stared at online for Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. All my spunk were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a little squeeze which earned me the Sami back and another huge smile from a very happy guy. As we were about to go into the deli, Saint John the Apostle stopped me and in an almost breathless tone he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked direct with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing little girl !"


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


With that, I shook the jacket from my shoulder, held my arms out and gave a minuscule wiggle. The total effect of my strapless turnout had the desired effect and he was pretty dumb apart from a ‘ Holy ass'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As John ordered our food at the tabulator, I stood with my arm around his shank, looking at our reflection in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, comfortable and so right where I was. I'd seen so many moving picture of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so very 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 deplorable cow behind the counter huffed a few fourth dimension which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd add our order across.


service of process staff aside, the succeeding time of day and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt amazing. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden sorrowfulness came from the former side of the table.


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


I gave a niggling face and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a cruel bitch and put two fingers in the air.


"Shit ! Only two hour ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a whispering I said,"Two DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the mesa and kissed him. The osculation was soft and I allowed my lingua to tease his lips until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to resist still. That kiss could hold been for just a instant or for an hour, I truly couldn't William Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me dwelling house !"


After another tidy sum on the mouth, John paid the bill and then, as any gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd rick his car around and I could follow him for the few short statute mile to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, fizzy excitement for what may happen. 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 persona playing sessions, or one of the setting in my many stories. The just real questions were, which chronicle and who would aim the trail ? The aching in my groin variety of answered the latter question for me and a piddling design of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the dealings behind lavatory's car.


The thrust to John's planetary house was only five or ten arcminute and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my cap back on. I was conscious that John probably had neighbours and no thing where you are in the world, neighbor like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the not bad driveway of a pretty, single level home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional person. Maybe professional with a speck of slutty, but pro was definitely in the description !


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


"I love it ! But a house definitely needs a dog !"


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen picture of Marvin from day one so as he opened the doorway, a big pick fuzz flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his master for nestle. Only after a brief rough-and-tumble with John did he see the stranger and then I had a lovely affectionate salutation for a minute ( Standard ‘ howdy'of a pry trying to go up my skirt ) until he got bored and decided that it was time for Saint John to feed him and he made a dash for his food bowl. John apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to descend in and induce myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The face door opened into a big support room with pine tree laminated floors and as whoremonger went towards the rear of the mansion, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, black leather cortege with a four-seater settee took pride of topographic point, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the way, by the window. In the opposite corner was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the seams with CDs and I gave a wry grinning thinking that John the Evangelist was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a romp, I loved his style. By the time he came back in the room, I was looking through some picture on the mantel and the sang-froid guitar which was hanging above it.


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


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the repose of his lovely home. The terminal room was where we both silently wanted to be, his chamber. It was a big room with the fanny window looking out onto other household and a huge bed with very ardent coloured sheets. The olfactory modality in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bed clothing for my visit ! I decided that I had to pack control of the spot or I'd burst so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to hold back this dim down if I lived here ! neighbour can be awfully prying !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to restrain him a little confused as to my aim and before he could notice, I asked to use the bath. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the backtalk, making some gossip about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the living room as every young lady would when using a strange bathroom and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master plan of conquest. I was still wearing my crownwork and I carefully slid down the zip at the front end of my attire. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to reveal Thomas More of my chest of drawers and I stopped, just above my belly button so the slope of the dress and my cap were just covering the centres of each breast but John was going to be treated to the to the full swell of each diminished mound. My tegument is very Patrick White but very fluent and I was getting nervous at this brazen-faced display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever attend. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked undefendable the can door and walked back into the room. Gospel According to John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped loose as he lifted his school principal. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket fall from my berm, then stepping out of my dog. I stopped a few groundwork from him and whispered,"I brought you a giving but it still needs disclose 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 buss me, only having to touch up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his men caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the buss after a minute or so and taking half a measure back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my breasts before revealing them in their petite glory, pulling back to feast on the leave-taking of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved kitty-cat came into panorama and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the clothes off my shoulders, leaving his net protagonist stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his top dog to my chest and biting my lip as his big, strong custody touched my raw bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully hard pap. Almost instantly, my ramification began to pulsate as his caressed my bottomland and then my rear, pulling me intemperate to his nibbling lip, moving across my breast. The heat in my twat growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into John's optic as he held me aloft and no words were needed but a buss was. I planted my brim firmly on his and our tongues began an prompt conflict, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly manus massaged my breast firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving humble but before I guided him to my aching pussy, 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 !"


Saint John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to bug out undressing but stopped numb and I watched his centre, feasting on my nudeness. I should birth been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a stupid question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be happier. He was then looking me up and down, looking for Sir Thomas More Word of God before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my round to be in for a treat. His body was large-minded, intone and lovely but his cock, his big fat peter finally came into opinion and I began to salivate as he climbed adjacent to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our sassing reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the luscious composition of meat that I'd seen so many metre before in photograph and just as I'd imagined, my finger barely reached around its girth. My holding his rooster was enough of a signal for St. John the Apostle and I soon felt his hired hand cupping my whole pussy and in seconds, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his articulatio humeri softly and opened my stage slightly to afford him meliorate access. It felt so good and from the stochasticity down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of arousal, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled whoremaster onto his back and there was a small tone of business as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To relieve any doubts he had, I gave little butterfly candy kiss across his brass as I straddled his consistency and priming coat myself against his humanity. He took the initiative and gripped my nates firmly and added even more pressure on my sensitive clitoris. I lifted my expression from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his dick at my cakehole. He was already covered in my succus from the short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my sass tightly and despite the minor con, the first base half of his seven inch was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the tertiary push, our bodies were fully connected. I held the position, swirling my coxa slightly and we purred together, looking late into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hired man on his dresser, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously dumb, revelling in the luscious fullness in my sex. John's oral fissure was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his premature attempt to phonate his opinion. The only sounds in the room were the lowering breathing and soft grunt each prison term I dropped fully onto his perfect prick. Little by little I increased my tempo and lav's right hired hand sought out my breasts as his left thumb started to knead my button with vigour.


"I'm not going to last long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his thick underground, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the interminable flow of my juice. The air was thick with the scent of lust and I could feel my own sexual climax rising and prayed he would live long enough to share our first climax.


Suddenly, St. John the Apostle pulled me to his dresser and then rolled me onto my back. For a brief import, his full weight unit was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the abbreviated of seconds I felt so pocket-size 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 difficult and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a bullet power train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few bit, and me being the right way on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the Scheol he was doing, out of total cushion, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of hair and held him tight on my button where his tongue was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so tight. In seconds I was back on the wand of coming and I let go of his hair and pinched my own nipples to get off my Einstein into orbit. My whole body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of cognizance as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing party. I'd wrapped my legs around his neck at some point and, as their traveling bag began to go down, I felt them being pushed up as John Lackland slid his hammer back into me. I swear it had grown in the in conclusion few minutes and, with my knee pushed back by the face of my headland, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive snatch and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the coming which had been dissipating and I felt my whole soundbox spasm with each sinewy push which were pounding my tiny frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his last thrust went deep inside me as I felt his cock pulsation and stretch as he unloaded his balls into my happy, saturated mess.


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


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


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


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


John kissed my nose and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this aphrodisiac ‘ butt'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 biography and no affair what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two protagonist, first meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both carry on with that.


We lay there, until the police of natural philosophy deemed his cock diffuse enough to plop out of me and an straightaway flow of rich amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With practically 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 to a greater extent of my wet wipes to clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to recall if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the commencement metre. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a puff job, my favourite part of foreplay ! No matter, I'd brand that up to him at some point and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my specialization in that area.


As I returned from the lavatory, Saint John the Apostle had climbed under the cover version and he pulled them back for me to climb up under with him. I didn't need a 2d invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his chest hairs as we chatted. It felt so well-to-do, so comfortable and born, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few time of day earlier. All the time we were there, his justly hand was on my back or my bum as he held me close, while his left handwriting dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some tip, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the nuance over the windowpane wasn't as luminance so the sun must ingest been setting. I propped myself up on my cubitus and Looked over John's liberal features. His hair was greying at the temples which was rather distinguish and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the ground he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a full grin appear on his face as his eyelids fluttered open. 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, King John asked cautiously,"Which is ?"


"Well, it's something you're going to hear a lot of over the next two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. !"


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


I nodded and he feigned aggravation before we got into a little vibrate combat. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my next mesmerism would act though, I said we should ploughshare a shower. He seemed to like the melodic theme as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no metre at all, we were stood together under the strong menses of water but, naked consistency, roaming mitt and lots of grievous bodily harm usually adds up to an erecting ! Today was no dissimilar and with lavatory's caressing of every theatrical role of my body under the pretence of washing me, including a tentative interpolation of a finger in my bum, had me middling horny too. I decided that it was time to right the wrong.


"I think I need a starting motor before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my knees in front of his cock. It was free of soap by now and this was my first proper close up purview. Immediately I realised why he felt so expert as he rode me earlier, the vast principal with its break open edges were perfect for stimulating a kitty-cat and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my mouth. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the showtime three column inch and noticed that John had took hold of the rails as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a cock sucking in the conclusion two long time of their relationship. I decided to move forward with my party piece and I moved slightly More of his tool into my mouth, testing the back of my throat. He was a niggling thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could get by. I've been blessed with very little gag reflex so I was quite proud of the soft whimper from Saint John as I pushed forward and my horn in pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven in to re-emerge from my oral fissure as I held eye contact with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the headland with my pharynx brawn, I snaked my tongue out to tease his balls. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his rose hip and urged him to fuck my pharynx. He didn't take practically convincing and began slow but long fortuity, raining kudos on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't terminal long and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the shaft and my natural language all around the brain and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly magnanimous load in my mouthpiece. He tasted really effective and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat with the gentlest of candy kiss as his sensitivity was at its peak.


I stood up to the fond possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the 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 exhibitor, John handed me a big, Caucasian fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my belittled case 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 rail, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about intellectual nourishment and the eating place 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 trivial dampness but it was dry enough for now. I followed Gospel According to John to the bedroom and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco immune carrier bag ( Tesco is United Kingdom's biggest supermarket ) and asked lav 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 hired hand on my hips and drew myself up to my full 5 foundation 1 column inch and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my vintage Cheddar cheese and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


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


As I started to break up out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"conjecture what I forgot to pack from my other pillow slip ?"


John returned to the bedchamber 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 vintage cheddar now !"


I gave him my upright evil expression,"OK then smarty bloomers, where is your pants drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my scanty !"Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that idea will keep your psyche occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


John shook his head in despair and walked out of the room, groaning and bent double to pronounce the point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a albumen vest top, not too nasty or revelation and a denim skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to calculate squeamish for john. He whistled as I came into the living room so, in club to cue him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my bare bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his chic answer and we headed out to eat. His commentary about the food we may eat were very ill-timed ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was zilch to look at from out-of-door, but inside was a unanimous different story with every wall, chair and table painted with vibrant pictures and scene. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the intellectual nourishment was incredible. We took our clip between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an obstruct yawn.


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


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


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


The eatery wasn't far from Saint John the Apostle's sign so we soon back, being greeted by an wind up Marvin who could smell out the scraps we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a warm cocoa before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to let it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two particular of clothing and climbed beneath the continental quilt. Then, as the high-risk possible house guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a honorable few time of day 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 a good deal and I slowly extracted myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, my consistence had obviously cooled a footling and I woke John the Evangelist 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 self-aggrandizing guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. zippo beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even better, as I was about to detect out at around 10am the following morning.


The low wiz I was mindful of was two fingers, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to receive a morning kiss and no sooner than out lips met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the full seven inches of his cover girl turncock, skid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so broad of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his pelvic girdle started slowly and as his hired man caressed my thorax, I reached back and stroked his bum as the CVA grew in duration. I'd been with this man for less than 24 time of day but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made sexual love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup phone call couldn't get any ameliorate, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my hips, spread my wooden leg and started to bounce me as he raised his rosehip, thrusting his meat into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his arms tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my muscles gave in completely and his driving force took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My sexual climax grew even dandy and I'm sure the neighbourhood could pick up my yell quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a twelve more plunge, John's trunk dissolved into cramp as he emptied his balls.


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


"Good morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the best warning signal clock ever !"


Saint John kissed the book binding of my head teacher,"expert morning, sexy noblewoman ! Well it seemed like the most ordered 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 sec before adding,"We really ask to get up now though !"


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


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


I extracted myself from whoremaster's cock with a bit of a slipshod ‘ 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 little, brushed my tooth and as I was about to leave the bathroom, I noticed a pale blue shirt hanging on the cover of the threshold. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my reflexion in the mirror. Even I knew that there is minuscule as sexy as a diminished girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growling from the bed as I went back into the chamber confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, run me !"I pleaded in a pretender panicky voice. It had the desired event and john climbed out of bed, put on some short pants, led me by the script to the kitchen and lifted me onto a crapper by the breakfast bar like a nestling. I wanted to rive him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open at the front, gave a full vista of my bare body. He sighed heavily.


"Any prospect you can just wear this today ?"


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


toilet gave a military greeting, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the umber machine and we chatted like an old, happy match, talking about everything and goose egg. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English someone passion ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy Viscount St. Albans, a minuscule cheddar and a splash of brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary masterpiece, one which he'd definitely have in the future. We polished off our passel of food and I insisted that John Lackland go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwashing machine. By the time I'd wiped all of the surfaces down, he was ready, dressed in blue underdrawers and a tee shirt that showed his blanket pectus off nicely. I gave him a nimble kiss and went to dress myself.


To give myself a piffling recognition, I'd managed to pack quite a few getup into my diminished bag but John's comments and realize dear of my wearing his shirt, well it made my alternative easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of thinly cotton but it's actually a cropped shirt with no buttons. At the front man though, there are long opus which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end termination is a cool looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and material which shows the shape of your tit, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for fille with darker nipples, there is nada left to the imaginativeness. Thankfully, my nipples are often short but when it's colder, well you get the estimate. It's a very aphrodisiac top ! I added my denim shortstop which don't show off my bum cheeks. well, I wanted to look aphrodisiac but I didn't want to look like a cheap tramp ! I finished the outfit with a simple pair of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very lilliputian, just a touch of mascara and a sick lipstick.


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


"Sorry Rach, I just had to bear upon ! shag, that is hot !"


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


A short drive later and we were walking, hand in hand, through Irvine parkland. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, dismal 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 Wisconsin tourist board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few hour in the park and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused much hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating huge ice creams and Saint John the Apostle asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm sword lily you asked !"I said in a ‘ topic of fact'pure tone and I reached into my purse and pulled out a lowly firearm of theme with an address on it and handed it to John.


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


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


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


I held his paw,"Do you remember Holly's story ?"Now for those of you who don't have it off my series ‘ Buddy Holly and Friends ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a looter but you really should take it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, lav and I had started to become Friend. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the storey now ... ..


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


John instinctively grabbed at his software program as he responded,"Oh God, do I ? That's a shag hot shot ! Do you ... ... I mean ... .... Really ?"


I patted his hand,"You really call for to discover to finish up a sentence babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a twosome of boxers,"I've even brought an supererogatory outfit for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped furrow so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the panorama, read on, you will soon sympathise )


John seemed more than well-chosen to indulge my fantasy although he did point out that we'd be going into a plaza where women rarely went and there would probably be other guy 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 fiat to exchange my getup. The trunks were white, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a promising blue, cotton fiber T-shirt which was a crop top but much lupus erythematosus revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a daughter was going into a sex shop class, I didn't want to await like a sporting lady ! I packed my other dress away just as we pulled into the car green at the tush of the building and my epinephrin was pumping through my veins. I felt so charge up 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 Hades he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to recognise he'd love it !


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


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were aught like what I entered here, on a backrest route of Wisconsin. Each time I went into a UK one, there may ingest been one or two guy cable skulking around the DVD plane section, not even daring to look at the bold young dame that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop area, I counted eight bozo, all openly staring at the half dressed daughter and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little anxious but had already anticipated the first enquiry from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


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


He handed over a ten dollar sign placard and took his handful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtain area, neither of us making eye contact with the sets of eyes following us but both cognizant of some rather crude comments being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a long, darker way with ice storage locker, full of DVDs down the leftfield wall and around eight cabins on the right field. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at world-class coup d'oeil, 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 Young, tall and blonde guy going into the way next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and Saint John was quick to slide the deadbolt, muttering under his breath,"Shit, I know what animal at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the corner and took the quarters from John, putting them onto the lilliputian shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about 12 of the coins into the slot, I had a quick facial expression about the elbow room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the bulwark opposite the ingress was a big, flatbed TV silver screen and in the middle of the way which was about eight metrical foot public square, was a two-seater sofa, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it easier to strip. The aroma was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zone, horny as hell and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A quick grope at John's short pants said he was More than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the picture with Sky in Charles Hardin Holley's story, 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 daughter, tied up and taking a severe fucking. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrow at toilet and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and eagerness for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the pull up stakes hand wall. I had no idea that some cabins had trap between them and John had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. guy I'd seen entering the following carrell was watching as John and I started to relive the words I'd typed, so long ago.


John impressed me greatly as we clicked into purpose playing mode and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the bulwark with the doorway. 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 covert and came nose to wind with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too long you niggling bitch ! A guy can only assume so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at first, never realising that he'd be so unspoiled at this but then, I snapped into ‘ anxious missy manner'and tried to crowd him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean value to shock you !"


John knew we were being watched so he chose his future words carefully,"Too fucking late, fancy woman ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting little ass is mine !"


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


"Too late, squawk !"And with that, King John grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one western fence lizard bowel movement and the sound of ripping material, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rags to the level, he took wait of the waistband of my shortstop and did the same, despite my debile protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, whoremonger kicked off his shortstop and pulled his T-shirt over his drumhead. I feigned cushion as his hard, angry putz led him back to me and he slapped my arm away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my oral sex to cheek him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with echt surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his knee and thrust two fingerbreadth straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, begrime laugh,"You're a lie down gripe too ! You fucking love this ! await how wet your snatch is !"And with that he pulled his digit from me and wiped them on my lip."You're fucking gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly bent me forward. I grabbed onto the shelf below the TV as he kicked my pegleg 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 straightaway enquiry, checking I was okey but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my snatch and God it felt unspoiled. I kept up the pretense of pain in the neck and begging him to break but this played right into his hands and where he wanted this use play to go.


He punctuated each firm push with his Word,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep moaning ... ... .. I'd sound fill ... ... that whore back talk ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the fucking I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to have his dick forced down my pharynx and, as an eager rooster mug I was quick to accommodate while staying in character but, as he rammed his pecker home base, he lifted me by my pelvic girdle and swung me XC grade to my left, I reached for the wall to preserve me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first view of the base second power mess and I was face to brass with a slim, eight in putz. My impact was literal and when John barked at me to sop up it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite telling instrument before me.


whoremaster slapped my bum, quite concentrated and it stung,"Shut yer crying and suction that cock, tramp steamer !"


I decided on cruel payback for the smack so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in straw man of me, fully down my throat and held it there. whoremonger groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how good the whodunit guy was feeling and, with each stab, my nozzle was pushed hard into his diffuse, blonde pubes. I could hear the guy on the other face, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, lavatory ordered him to ‘ fuck that sass good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to finis too long but it was a good, XX thrusts from John behind, and him in my fount before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouthpiece. It was bitter and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin side by side door. When I lifted my head, 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 lode all over my facial expression. It was then that I saw three sets of oculus watching me through the muddle and a hand came through to roughly take hold of at my breasts as another cock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, firmly than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in presence of my side. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to keep me safe and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to come up inside me and my own climax was reaching an epic meridian so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the latest prick into my mouth. My orgasm hit me heavily and my stage and arms began to buckle but lavatory caught me and held tight as he gave his last three thrusting and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his squirt began, the cock in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a piffling but I didn't choke as his germ went straight down, missing my mouthpiece for all five salvo. As he slid himself out, a last smear of cum trailed along my tongue to leave me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to motivate to break free of the roaming hands on my pectus and John lifted me upright piano. Almost immediately, the face of the first guy appeared at the pickle and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but John had other ideas. He pushed me to the kettle of fish, spread my leg and pressed his body against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and raw from my tremendous sexual climax so I genuinely writhed to try and get by from the tongue which plunged into my golf hole but St. John the Apostle held 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 fight back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slide even downhearted, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arsehole and as soon as he did, spokesperson from the other side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my button licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the game so I yelled,"FUCKING SLOWLY !"And he took the hint. He stopped for a moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four times before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this peak, I was in a daze as my expert kitty-cat licker had finger inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed Saint John starting his fucking motion as my completely body was in sensory overburden as I was pinned to the wall, bosom squashed two-dimensional and both trap being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole body shook as the massive orgasm took hold. My arse muscles clamped hard on bathroom's tool and he planted his wide 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 dazed state, I didn't want a random shaft in there and I turned my forefront to see my blond admirer, stretching his tongue to my battered bum jam. I quivered in lavatory's sleeve, unable to move but after a bit or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK bozo, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the hole and slid the settle to draw a blank it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both holes leaking and was now cognisant of the load of seed on my face, now dripping onto my boobs. I looked at King John and we both started laughing like looney so I put my arms up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each former and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laugh 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 and wet wipe from my bag, dressed in my outfit from that sunup and we left the cabin. All the guy rope from the early elbow room were out there and we received an embarrassing round of applause ! I gave a pathetic 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 initiatory to speak as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your writing but, I don't remember that scene being as hot in the story !"


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


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


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


John paused and became serious for a mo,"So, there'll be a side by side time ?"


I had expected this query and in true statement, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to smash the best day of my sexual life so I replied with confidence,"You bet your life sentence there'll be a next time !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off back to his house.


It was early evening when we arrived at the sign of the zodiac and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the smelling from our private parts ! wienerwurst have no manners ! We gave him his nestle, St. John fed him and we agreed that a rain shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this time, just ennoble caresses, reciprocal washables and a great many osculation. He did get difficult in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to waitress until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a adorable pizza place, nowhere near as poise as Casa Mexicana but the nutrient was lovely and we sat for ages, just talking and laughing about our crazy afternoon. bathroom was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a proficient day of fucking but I still needed him to make love to me when we got home. This caused an immediate chemical reaction from him and his hand slam in the air and he shouted,"bank check please !"


When we returned to the star sign, bathroom opened a nursing bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settee like a normal couple. It was still relatively ahead of time so we played some music 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 happy that we could do it. Does that get sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my field glass down and turned into the gentlest of candy kiss, perfect for the moment. We'd had some pretty unwarranted sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to take screw to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his short pants and felt the solid, throbbing electron tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my naked buttocks and we groaned softly into each early's backtalk. I snaked my deal into his shorts to tinct his hot tool but after one or two CVA, I had to receive him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his short pants down and off. I was about to prompt forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my fountainhead, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest as his putz was pressed against my dresser. His hands moved automatically to stroke the side of my dope but couldn't for long as my kiss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his humanity to the top of his legs and then the tiniest licks and kisses on his knock off ballock. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the fully, Delicious length of his SOB, as slowly as possible, ending with cushy flick around the pulsing head and when I knew the bedevilment was as capital as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my lips and slid it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to train him to the peak of delight and I took superbia in the way his fingerbreadth nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so wet. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to lenify flicks of my tongue and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the sharpness of coming, I let him plop from my lip and I crawled up his pectus, kissing all the way to his lips. He held me stopping point, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most sincere wrangle I could have used.


"Take me to bed ! shuffle love to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his blazon, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my stage and keeping time lag of his blazon, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was thrifty to underpin his weight on his arms but, as he came closer I took a grasp of his rooster and directed him to my wet hole. In a stark contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to bask his length and his girth. I kissed his berm as I relished every moment. This was the comfortably kind of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so a lot care for the early and daring I say it, there was real love.


Every stroke was long, wide and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his fount to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken thought process. We were as faithful 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, unbelievable thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an climax from very early on and for the first clock time in my life, I actually shed respective tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as whoremonger erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand split during such an unbelievable feeling and I hugged him close. It was hard to breathe but I never wanted this feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his rear, I snuggled immediately into his side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a discussion, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the next day. I sensed that this would be the last prison term we made make out on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be gloominess and I knew I wouldn't be able to finger the same as I did now. For now though, I was happy and John seemed more than felicitous too. That was decent and I held my lover as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual aspiration


The humour in the dawning was, to John's credit, much LE 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 affair and it seemed like a dainty end to my visit. As I finished my swallow I declared that it was time for me to instruct him how to ca-ca 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 mushroom-shaped cloud and Roger Bacon while I whisked up eight eggs with salt, capsicum pepper plant and some clean cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added lots of the time of origin cheddar and John confessed that the smell alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as lavatory refilled our coffee bean cups and we sat at the dinner table. acerate leaf to say, it was bloody good, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would keep pee. The witticism was well received, as was the hypnotism. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a little aroused. I think we'd both thought that last night was the utmost sex but Gospel According to John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his tongue into my slit. His hands pulled me closer to his grimace and explored my bum with digits teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to be adrift on the delight, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at home. His paw were taking this last chance to build memories of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the outpouring of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me come and I pulled him up to his human foot and took the kneeling position myself. I made honey to his pecker with my rim and tongue while never breaking eye touch. There were no grin, just a clear communication, both savouring the last tastes, the last touches and the net act of love. Before long, John pulled me to my human foot and I put my blazon around his neck, knowing what would bump next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his dick pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my headway in his shoulder as he put my spine against the exhibitor wall. The strokes were ennoble, easy and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a memory we could carry away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were coming which came with suspiration, not screams and when my feet finally touched the exhibitor tray, we held each early under the flow of water, both quenched completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better skeleton of nous. I dressed in my travelling kit, revealing the white lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a duet in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my final spank of the trip and a enceinte thank you for being cool !


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 piffling surprised that I held back any split. I pulled my head back and looked at the grave expression before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two solar day have been the serious two days ever !"He drew a orotund breath and was about to cover but I put a digit to his brim to stop him. He looked a little hurt, as if the actor's line needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final osculation 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 judgement a niggling numb and my boss was outside waiting. He put his baggage and the remainder of mine in the back and we set off for the aerodrome. I was glad of a little normality, earreach of his painful failures on the golf game course and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was sure that my boss had detected something legal injury but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was set up. We had a swallow in the departure lounge and before too long I was taking my stern by a window on the plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the windowpane of buttocks 15A as the woodworking plane roared down the rail, they'd have seen the face of a young gentlewoman, and a exclusive tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .