The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will have it off that I used to be a veritable member of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting risque motion picture and join in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive stature, my position was not of a meek and mild person. That was the public image and it was a in effect dodging from my real life.


Anyone who knew me proficient on that site knew another persona of me, the real me and I could count on my finger, the people who I allowed to cognise that Rachael. We'd share personal floor of our life, photos of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the website. The people who knew me the dependable, I could count on the finger's breadth of one hired man ... .. with two fingers amputated ! This fib is about one of those three, John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy-eyed village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Great Britain. It's a wonderful position to live, I have a great family, top-notch job and my animation is good. At the time of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sister in law made some frightful comments about me and he found it well-off to ditch me than to be a man and support me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the end paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an average salary, drove a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many mass. I'm not being smug about that, just very gallant of my achievement ! The other cool thing about my job, being a Personal helper to the managing director of a software company, was that we travelled a lot. In the main we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trips in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to pep up myself up a bit. Gospel According to John was having his own takings and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the sole difference when she left was that his grocery bill 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 of steps to Wisconsin for tomorrow !'


I laughed out flash as I read his message but not for a reason you'd think ! In ten days meter I was flying out to Wisconsin with my boss and for all the fourth dimension we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which land he lived. I knew that my next comment wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to believe this but me and my political boss are flying out on the 23rd September, to a little stead called Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin to see a client who does security measure installations.'To add to the verity, I quickly added, ‘ Inachis io certificate Inc'


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


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


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


My reaction was pretty much automatic because we had spoken for so farseeing and I really considered him a confidante and close friend. I simply typed, ‘ wellspring it would be rude if we didn't run across up !'


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


‘ You have no idea how happy you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two hebdomad ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy shaver so I calmed him a little and said I had no melodic theme of the path as yet but I promised him two things and made authorize one early detail. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely take on. Second, I would try to order affair so we could have a whole afternoon to charm up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would have to meet somewhere populace because, despite the fact we'd chatted for ages, 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 dependable seemliness and by the meter we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the approximation, about to touch a guy off a porn site ! Oddly though, I couldn't waiting !


oeuvre was busy so the prison term went quickly and I was keeping a little confidential up my sleeve. I'd explained to my foreman, with a few white lies, that an old family booster lived in the Ithiel Town and asked if we could correct things to give me a short time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an eve to have dinner party. When he gave me the vamp itinerary, he'd allocated two days and two nighttime that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not tell Saint John, just in case we didn't get on that well. The other odd thing was, since I'd announced the slip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the factual musical theme of meeting had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't maintenance, I just thought it would be cool to meet him. Unfortunately though, that Night, things changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the naughty theatrical role acting we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked body and the equally rude ones he'd sent back, my sentiment were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the soma. Did he not need me like that now ? Had I ruined the illusion ? I didn't want to spoil the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than stymy St. John when we chatted. As far as he was cognizant, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th September on magnetic north Bridge Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to drive him unfounded. This was a flakey meeting to say the least and my role had always been a short risqué so this clothes wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few 24-hour interval, we spoke each evening and it was gain that there were nerves on both sides which seemed crazy because we knew so much about each early. John was talking about piazza we could go if we had the clip but I was still reluctant to reveal the dead on target timescale, blaming my boss for complications but confirming that we had at least six hours to chat ! I hoped he'd enquiry the Holy Scripture ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the next evening, the eve of my flight, I decided to advertize a little more. I was in bed, ready for an betimes flight so I opened the schmooze app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

lav : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

lav : Just watching video, dog curled up with me

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

can : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the break I needed.


Rachael : John Lackland, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

St. John the Apostle : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become top-notch earmark and I don't recognise you and now you're holding back about the bloody dog ! What's going on ?

John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

John the Divine : OK, I'm terrorise !

Rachael : Why ?

John : Rach, I've dreamt of meeting you for so hanker 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 spunk ! Does that constitute any sensory faculty ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU dolt ! Do you not think I'm nervous too ?

john : NO ! You are always so confident !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

whoremaster : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : life-threatening for a minute ....

privy : OK

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

John : Do you not want to fulfil him ?

Rachael : Of form I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dull at time !

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

Rachael : Unless you don't want to hand me the tour of your employment you've been telling me about for month ?

John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well keep out up then !

John : But only if you're for certain

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

John : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Saami here !

John : Have a prophylactic flight infant

Rachael : Don't draw a blank your wallet, remember you're paying !

John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the visible light and tried to opine how that confluence would go. I imagined the disclosure dress which is squiffy and gives my bantam dummy a good hike. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photo of me so the ribbing was somehow even greater. My fingers found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that first hug would have his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 organic structure pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of picture of his yearn, fat tool and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my button faster as I imagined what could happen after lunch and at that full stop, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delicious rooster would be filling me with his seed, no question !


trajectory day was a nightmare ! A two stop flight and foresightful drive from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local anaesthetic time. We dined at a adorable local restaurant but we were so wear upon, I couldn't Tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful common pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few boozing and while my knob was calling home to his married woman, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street sign and sent it to lavatory with a substance. All I said was, ‘ real enough yet ?'


I didn't smell for a reply until I was back in my elbow room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the result that it had taken every ounce of willpower to stop him from driving into town to say howdy. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on armorial bearing and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast confluence with the node started. Over a mountain of food, my preparations for the group meeting were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business we could do for our client and by noon we had made our concluding notes and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local bar for an loose winding down of job with two of their film director and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two free days into the trip as the three guys started to discourse their golfing challenge and I made my excuses for not joining them, especially after their biz. I knew how a good deal my boss could drink and I really did favor my own plans for the next 48 hr ! At 12:30pm, my hirer passed me the paint to the horrid Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my buttock, thanking me for my awesome prep work. We made our farewell and I promised to stay fresh him updated on my refuge and whereabouts. He does reckon after me.


Our hotel was only a two hour walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my peculiar turnout, applied a lilliputian make-up and looked in the mirror. My squiffy red dress with the zip up the figurehead which stopped halfway up my tit was borderline obscene but, the short black jacket added decent social class to bestow a little decency to the final look. The padding gave a niggling exaggeration to my smaller thorax and I was terribly proud of the superfluous 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 attend at myself again. The clothes demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the compactness meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little struggle, I pulled my red, lacy step-in down my ramification, straightened the clothes and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his eyes pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the basement service department and the car, entered the address of Lucy's Deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about fifteen second early and I knew I'd need that meter to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English language township, was very large-minded and I was pleased to find a parking infinite across the route from the deli. My heart was pounding in my breast and I took several deep breaths before I gave up on trying to stop my custody from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the model of car that John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked similar but, the Sami as an American in England, all the railroad car were foreign to me and I was about to pass up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Royalist pulled up, compensate outside Lucy's. As I saw the familiar facial expression appear from the car, my face vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The topical anesthetic were slightly bemused by the midget blond leaping from a car and screeching,"JOHN !"as tacky as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on St. John's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his blazonry for the biggest, intimately and most satisfying hug of my spirit. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waistline and mine around his cervix and our nerve pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of affair. More impressively was that he didn't wait too long to put me down, my dress didn't drive up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't rightfield for me though.


I put my manpower on my hip theatrically,"Really ? 1000 of miles and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his lip and bedevil my arms around his neck again. I knew that tongues were wrong right now but I think he liked our get-go candy kiss, especially by the grin as I pulled away and used my ovolo to pass over off the lip rouge and then my adjacent comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His better-looking fount tried to adopt on a earnestness,"Ahhh the famous appetence of the petite Briton ! seminal fluid on then !"


With that, he took my helping hand and led me across to the brilliantly red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for twenty-four hours. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a little squeeze which earned me the same back and another huge grin from a very happy guy. As we were about to figure the food shop, bathroom stopped me and in an almost breathless tone he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing miss !"


I giggled, having played out this conniption in the hotel, just an 60 minutes ago,"wellspring, if you think this looks just ...."


With that, I shook the jacket from my shoulders, held my coat of arms out and gave a picayune wriggle. The full outcome of my strapless outfit had the desired effect and he was pretty dumb apart from a ‘ sanctum screwing'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As whoremaster ordered our nutrient at the counter, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our reflection in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt glad, well-to-do and so correctly where I was. I'd seen so many exposure of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so a good deal 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 schoolhouse Thomas Kid and the miserable cow behind the comeback 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 add our order across.


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


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


I gave a piffling grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a barbarous bitch and put two fingers in the air.


"whoreson ! Only two hours ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his helping hand, squeezed it tightly and in a whisper I said,"Two solar day if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the mesa and kissed him. The kiss was flabby and I allowed my tongue to razz his lips until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to stand still. That buss could have been for just a minute or for an hour, I truly couldn't tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"guide me abode !"


After another peck on the sass, whoremonger paid the government note 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 unforesightful stat mi to his home. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the spunk I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, fizzing excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to happen ! We were going to fulfill one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our office playing academic term, or one of the scenes in my many stories. The only literal dubiousness were, which account and who would take the hint ? The aching in my groin sort of answered the latter question for me and a little plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the dealings behind Saint John the Apostle's car.


The drive to John's family was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some traffic Light, I slipped my crown back on. I was conscious that Saint John the Apostle probably had neighbor and no matter where you are in the world, neighbours like to confabulate. As I climbed out of my car on the neat private road of a pretty, individual storey dwelling house, I carried my briefcase and looked very pro. Maybe professional person with a lead of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my household, Rach !"John the Divine 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 pic of Marvin from day one so as he opened the threshold, a big cream fuzz flew past us, charged around the look lawn and then pounced on his master for snuggle. Only after a legal brief tussle with toilet did he see the stranger and then I had a lovely affectionate salutation for a hour ( Standard ‘ hello'of a horn in trying to go up my skirt ) until he got tire and decided that it was time for John to give him and he made a dash for his nutrient bowl. Gospel According to John apologised profusely for the lack of niceness of his dog and told me to total in and make myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The front door opened into a big aliveness room with pine tree laminated trading floor and as lavatory went towards the rear of the house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, Black person leather retinue with a four-seater settee took pride of space, all chairwoman aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the elbow room, by the windowpane. In the opposition corner was a immense wooden unit which was bursting at the bed with CDs and I gave a wry grinning thinking that whoremonger was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his stylus. By the time he came back in the elbow room, I was looking through some pic on the mantel and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the home privy ! Do I get the rest of the enlistment now ?"


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the rest of his lovely home. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the rear windowpane looking out onto other houses and a Brobdingnagian bed with very fond coloured bed sheet. The smell in the way was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my visit ! I decided that I had to read control of the place or I'd flare-up so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep open this dim down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my brow and laughed to keep him a little flurry as to my intentions and before he could comment, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the back talk, making some remark about being bursting for a pee, just to observe him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the living room as every female child 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 seduction. I was still wearing my crown and I carefully slid down the zip at the nominal head of my dress. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each slope separated to disclose more of my dresser and I stopped, just above my belly button so the face of the frock and my crownwork were just covering the centres of each tit but John the Divine was going to be treated to the full dude of each small mound. My skin is very Theodore Harold White but very smooth and I was getting spooky at this brassy video display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever seem. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the bathroom door and walked back into the room. St. John the Apostle was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his forefront. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my cap autumn from my shoulders, then stepping out of my cad. I stopped a few metrical unit from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs let on properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the in conclusion step towards him and his hands went to my hips and he leant forward to buss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his script caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a minute or so and taking half a step back again. His hired man trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a indulgent kiss between my white meat before revealing them in their petite glorification, pulling back to feast on the parting of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved kitty-cat came into horizon and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the wearing apparel off my shoulders, leaving his cyberspace friend stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his forefront to my breast and biting my lip as his big, strong men touched my nude bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully severe nipples. Almost instantly, my branch began to pulsate as his caressed my bottom and then my back, pulling me concentrated to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest of drawers. The heat energy in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how foresighted I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my infantry. I looked into John's eyes as he held me aloft and no news were needed but a kiss was. I planted my brim firmly on his and our tongues began an immediate conflict, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly helping hand massaged my chest firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving get down but before I guided him to my aching snatch, there was another issuance that needed attending. I broke the osculation and panted my two password instruction.


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


John kissed me punishing again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to begin undressing but stopped all in and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nudeness. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a dolt question 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 to a greater extent words before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my turn to be in for a treat. His body was broad, toned and lovely but his shaft, his big fat prick finally came into position and I began to salivate as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our backtalk reconnected. I gave an involuntary growling as I reached for the yummy piece of heart and soul that I'd seen so many times before in photos and just as I'd imagined, my fingers barely reached around its girth. My holding his cock was enough of a sign for privy and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole pussy and in instant, a fingerbreadth slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his berm softly and opened my legs slightly to give him in effect access code. It felt so ripe and from the disturbance down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of foreplay, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of energy, I rolled John onto his back and there was a small look of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingerbreadth he'd teased inside me. To facilitate any doubts he had, I gave trivial butterfly buss across his face as I straddled his body and ground myself against his manhood. He took the enterprisingness and gripped my tooshie firmly and added even more press on my sensitive clit. I lifted my face from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his cock at my maw. He was already covered in my juice from the short abrasion and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my sassing tightly and despite the small sting, the first half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the tertiary push, our consistency were fully connected. I held the locating, swirling my coxa slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hands on his bureau, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my facial expression as I raised and lowered myself, torturously behind, revelling in the pleasant-tasting fullness in my sex. John's back talk was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his former endeavour to vowelize his thoughts. The lonesome sounds in the room were the heavy breathing and gentle grunt each prison term I dropped fully onto his perfective tense prick. slight by footling I increased my tempo and John's right hand sought out my white meat as his left thumb started to rub down my button with vigour.


"I'm not going to last long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the unbelievable sight of his midst thermionic tube, stretching my twat to the max and glistening with the endless flow of my juices. The air was thick with the aroma of lust and I could feel my own sexual climax rising and implore he would go long enough to share our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my backrest. For a brief moment, his replete weightiness was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the brief of seconds I felt so small and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper torso from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me operose and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a heater railroad train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being flop on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the hell he was doing, out of total shock, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of hair and held him tight on my clitoris where his natural language was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so taut. In indorsement I was back on the brink of coming and I let go of his hair and pinched my own pap to charge my brain into orbit. My whole body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of consciousness as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing political party. I'd wrapped my legs around his cervix at some point and, as their hold began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the finale few minutes and, with my knee pushed back by the side of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my sore pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the coming which had been dissipating and I felt my whole body spasm with each brawny knife thrust which were pounding my tiny systema skeletale into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roaring and his final stab went inscrutable inside me as I felt his rooster pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his globe into my happy, saturated golf hole.


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


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


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


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


toilet kissed my nose and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this aphrodisiac ‘ hind 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I had to go back to my normal life history and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, 1st encounter, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the law of physics deemed his prick lenient enough to plop out of me and an immediate flow of rich amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With practically screwing up of my side for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the lav. I had a pee and used some more of my wet wipe to clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so contentedness after sex with a guy for the number one time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a reversal job, my favourite part of arousal ! No matter, I'd make that up to him at some level and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my specialization in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, King John had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to mount under with him. I didn't need a second invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his bureau hair's-breadth as we chatted. It felt so easy, so comfortable and raw, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the prison term we were there, his right manus was on my spine or my bum as he held me closelipped, while his entrust hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some item, we must give birth drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the specter over the window wasn't as light so the sun must make been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over whoremonger's handsome feature of speech. His hair was greying at the temples which was rather discover and he had a few appearing on his pectus too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouthpiece and started a gentle swirling of my clapper. I watched a extensive grin appear on his face as his eyelids fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a trouble !"


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


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


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


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


In no time at all, we were stood together under the strong flow of piddle but, naked dead body, roaming hands and lots of easy lay usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no dissimilar and with can's petting of every part of my body under the dissembling of washing me, including a tentative introduction of a finger in my bum, had me fairly horny too. I decided that it was metre to right the wrong.


"I think I need a fledgeling before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my knee in social movement of his cock. It was justify of soap by now and this was my first proper close up opinion. Immediately I realised why he felt so trade good as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its flared edges were perfect for stimulating a puss and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my back talk. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the commencement three column inch and noticed that John had took cargo deck of the rail as his stage quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the hold out two years of their relationship. I decided to propel forward with my political party piece and I moved slightly More of his tool into my mouthpiece, testing the rear of my throat. He was a picayune thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could manage. I've been blessed with very fiddling gag reflex so I was quite gallant of the soft whimper from Saint John the Apostle as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic osseous tissue and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven column inch to reappear from my rima oris as I held eye contact with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the foreland with my throat muscles, I snaked my tongue out to cod his balls. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his rosehip and urged him to have it away my throat. He didn't take a good deal convincing and began sluggish but long 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 knife all around the promontory and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly gravid load in my back talk. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat with the gentlest of kisses as his predisposition was at its peak.


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


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower, John handed me a big, Patrick White fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small case in the car so, when John was going out to the chamber, I asked if he'd psyche getting it for me. I hung my towel on the track, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the restaurants I'd passed over the last few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the reality of food so I yelped when a big manus grabbed my bum.


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


My hair was still a little damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed toilet to the sleeping accommodation and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is Britain's biggest supermarket ) and asked Saint John the Apostle to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought tall mallow ? You brought cheese to the Dairy State ? I thought you read up on this place ?"


Still naked, I put my hand on my hips and drew myself up to my full 5 substructure 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 respectable than sex !"


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


As I started to cull out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"Guess what I forgot to backpack from my other sheath ?"


John returned to the sleeping room and was quick to be the gross host,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm surely I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got time of origin cheddar now !"


I gave him my expert evil look,"OK then smarty pants, where is your knickers drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my berm and added,"Ah well, I'm sure as shooting that mind will proceed your judgement occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


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


I pulled on a white singlet top, not too plastered or revealing and a denim dame which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a eating place, I wanted to expect nice for John. He whistled as I came into the bread and butter elbow room so, in order to prompt him, I spun around, hitched up my doll and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his smartness solution and we headed out to eat. His remark about the nutrient we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a billet called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to depend at from outdoor, but inside was a whole different tale with every paries, president and board painted with vibrant film and vista. It was the prettiest eating house I've ever been in and the food was incredible. We took our time between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an sticky yawn.


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


John 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 short workout this good afternoon ! You've every right field to be wrecked !"He lifted my hand and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all night club and fountainhead back ?"


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


The restaurant wasn't far from John the Divine's house so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smell the scraps we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a ardent cocoa before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to make it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my horseshoe and quickly removed my two items of vesture and climbed beneath the continental quilt. Then, as the worst potential firm Guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a proficient few hours later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that John was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my cervix, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the impulse to pee was way too very much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke lavatory as I backed into him with a cold bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to sleep as I snuggled in, wrapped myself in his arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. Nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite honest. Spooning which leads to morn sex is even better, as I was about to obtain out at around 10am the following morning.


The commencement whiz I was aware of was two finger, deeply inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my point to incur a morning candy kiss and no sooner than out sassing met, the finger's breadth were gone and I gasped as the full seven column inch of his lovely stopcock, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so to the full of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his articulatio coxae started slowly and as his mitt caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the separatrix grew in duration. I'd been with this man for LE 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 outcry couldn't get any beneficial, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a solidus. He then gripped my rose hip, spread my stage and started to bounce me as he raised his pelvis, thrusting his heart and soul into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his blazonry tightly as my coming hit me immediately. I couldn't relocation as my brawn gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought potential. My sexual climax grew even greater and I'm sure the locality could hear my shout quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more dip, John's consistence dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting perspective and John was still slow down fucking me and with each push, I felt the last earth tremor of my sexual climax and I sighed my contentment.


"trade good morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the expert alarm clock ever !"


John kissed the backrest of my oral sex,"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 second before adding,"We really need to get up now though !"


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


I turned my head and gave him a farseeing, voiced kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's cock with a bit of a marshy ‘ plop'and made my way to the lav with a wolf tin whistle from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a slight, brushed my teeth and as I was about to give the bath, I noticed a sick Amytal shirt hanging on the backrest of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my expression in the mirror. Even I knew that there is piffling as sexy as a minor young lady in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the bedroom confirmed that thought.


"seed on, lazybones, eat me !"I pleaded in a pseudo panicky voice. It had the desired effect and King John climbed out of bed, put on some short pants, led me by the paw to the kitchen and lifted me onto a potty by the breakfast bar like a small fry. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, receptive at the nominal head, gave a full view of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any luck you can just wear this today ?"


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


can gave a salute, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee car and we chatted like an old, glad couple, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English person passion ... .. Roger Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy bacon, a little American cheese and a splash of Brown University sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary masterpiece, one which he'd definitely have in the futurity. We polished off our mountain of food and I insisted that John go and get fix while I put everything into the dish washer. By the time I'd wiped all of the aerofoil down, he was quick, dressed in downcast shorts and a T-shirt that showed his all-embracing chest off nicely. I gave him a straightaway kiss and went to coiffure myself.


To give myself a trivial credit, I'd managed to pack quite a few outfits into my belittled bag but John's comments and clear dearest of my wearing his shirt, well it made my option easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of thin cotton but it's actually a range shirt with no buttons. At the straw man though, there are long musical composition which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end consequence is a assuredness looking shirt with a visible gap between the bosom and fabric which shows the condition of your boobs, perfectly ! The stuff is quite melt off and for fille with darker nipples, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my nipples are much light-headed but when it's colder, well you get the estimation. It's a very sexy top ! I added my blue jean underdrawers which don't show off my bum brass. well, I wanted to seem sexy but I didn't want to look like a chinchy bum ! I finished the outfit with a simpleton couplet of strappy sandals and for my physical composition, I did very short, just a signature of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the bread and butter room, John gasped at my outfit and immediately caressed my dope through the top.


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


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


A short driving force later and we were walking, hand in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, sorry guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine commons is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were well-disposed. Hmmm maybe I should come on the Wisconsin tourist display panel. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, corking few hours in the park and two guy wire 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 grass eating huge ice creams and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm glad you asked !"I said in a ‘ affair of fact'timbre and I reached into my pocketbook and pulled out a pocket-size spell of paper with an computer address on it and handed it to John.


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


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


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


I held his hand,"Do you remember holly's write up ?"Now for those of you who don't make out my series ‘ Charles Hardin Holley and friend ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, John and I had started to become acquaintance. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the chronicle now ... ..


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


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


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


John seemed more than happy to coddle my fantasy although he did point out that we'd be going into a situation where women rarely went and there would probably be former 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 secern you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a beguilement as we drove to the big sex shop class. I had reclined my hind end and stripped naked in order to change my outfit. The short were White River, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a lustrous blue angel, cotton jersey which was a harvest top but much to a lesser extent revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a girl was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to look like a prostitute ! I packed my other dress away just as we pulled into the car park at the tush of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I felt so excite and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that whoremonger, at this point, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to bonk he'd love it !


In earned a slap to my bum from Gospel According to John as we walked towards the incoming for daring to use a abominable American accent to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"Note to self, don't use a silly accent !


OK, confession clip here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a spine road of Wisconsin. Each time I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two guys skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to count at the sheer young gentlewoman that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop orbit, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed fille and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a footling flighty but had already anticipated the firstly question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey dearest, got ID ?"


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


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


He handed over a ten dollar card and took his smattering of coins, then turned and led me to the curtain area, neither of us making eye contact lens with the circle of middle following us but both aware of some quite crude comments being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a foresightful, darker room with glass cabinets, wide-cut of DVDs down the left wing wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four cat stood around, watching our entrance, and at first of all coup d'oeil, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. Saint John the Apostle dragged me into the firstly doorway as I saw a young, tall and blond guy going into the room next doorway. He smiled at me as I disappeared and john was speedy to skid the bolt, muttering under his breath,"bullshit, I know what animals at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our dish into the corner and took the quarters from King John, putting them onto the slight shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about XII of the coins into the time slot, I had a warm look about the way and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entryway was a big, flat TV screen and in the middle of the room which was about eight metrical foot square, was a two-seater lounge, covered in fake leather. I assume this made it easygoing to make clean. The olfactory modality was, as I expected, a bit foul but I was already in the zone, horny as perdition and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A nimble grope at John's shorts said he was more than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the fit with Sky in Holly's story, I was pretty specific about the pornography moving-picture show that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a female child, tied up and taking a severe shtup. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrows at John and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and avidness for fun stopped me from noticing a pickle in the give script wall. I had no thought that some cabins had holes between them and John had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the succeeding 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 part playing way and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the rampart with the doorway. This gave us quite a big space and unbeknown to me at the time, a much better scene for our peeping Tom !


He pushed me laborious against the TV filmdom and came nose to nose with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too prospicient you little bitch ! A guy can only pick out so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at first, never realising that he'd be so beneficial at this but then, I snapped into ‘ skittish girl mode'and tried to push him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to appall you !"


lavatory knew we were being watched so he chose his next words carefully,"Too fucking late, whore ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting fiddling 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, Bitch !"And with that, John grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one swift 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 handle of the cincture of my shorts and did the Sami, despite my feeble protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, toilet kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I feigned shock as his hard, angry peter led him back to me and he slapped my arm away, revealing myself to him. He tried to buss me and I swung my head teacher away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my head to face him and forced me to osculate him. Then I squealed with echt surprise as he knocked my wooden leg apart with his articulatio genus and hurtle two finger straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, muddied laugh,"You're a lying bitch too ! You fucking love this ! Look how wet your cunt is !"And with that he pulled his fingers from me and wiped them on my lips."You're piece of tail 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 promontory on the TV. King John whispered a quick interrogative, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my pussy and God it felt soundly. I kept up the pretending of painful sensation and begging him to kibosh but this flirt right into his hands and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his password,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep moaning ... ... .. I'd break fill ... ... that lady of pleasure mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in paradise with the fucking I was getting, it truly couldn't be honest and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to have his cock forced down my pharynx and, as an bore cock sucker I was ready to oblige while staying in character but, as he rammed his cock habitation, he lifted me by my articulatio coxae and swung me xc degrees to my left, I reached for the paries to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first persuasion of the metrical foot foursquare muddle and I was face to face with a slim, eight column inch tool. My jounce was actual and when John barked at me to suck it, I was genuinely immobilise, staring at this quite impressive pecker before me.


John slapped my bum, quite gruelling and it stung,"Shut yer crying and suck that rooster, tramper !"


I decided on cruel vengeance for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in strawman of me, fully down my pharynx and held it there. John groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how good the mystery guy was feeling and, with each poke, my nose was pushed hard into his flaccid, blond pubes. I could discover the guy on the other side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ fuck that mouth good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to net too long but it was a good, twenty thrusts from John behind, and him in my grimace before he called out and blasted his seeded player into my sass. It was bitter and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next 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 second he shot his load all over my cheek. It was then that I saw three sets of optic watching me through the maw and a manus came through to roughly seize at my breasts as another cock appeared at the golf hole. I felt completely out of ascendence as I was being fucked, harder than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another pecker was being rubbed furiously in front of my font. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to retain me safe and as I squealed at my teat being pinched mercilessly, I sensed St. John the Apostle was about to come inside me and my own coming was reaching an epic poem peak so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the latest cock into my lip. My climax hit me hard and my legs and arms began to clasp but John caught me and held tight as he gave his last three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated snatch. As his squirt began, the pecker in my lip pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a petty but I didn't choking coil as his seed went straight down, missing my mouth for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a final exam spot of cum trailed along my tongue to leave behind me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to break free of the roaming hands on my pectus and John lifted me upright piano. Almost immediately, the look of the first guy appeared at the fix and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but John the Divine had other ideas. He pushed me to the maw, spread my legs and pressed his body against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the lingua which plunged into my cakehole but Saint John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a small so his re-hardening tool was pressed between my bum nerve, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to agitate back, calling him every gens under the sun and this just made him heavy, faster. When he started to slide even grim, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arse and as soon as he did, vocalism from the other slope 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 secret plan so I yelled,"piece of ass SLOWLY !"And he took the lead. He stopped for a minute and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four times before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a daze as my technical pussy licker had finger's breadth inside me and was already bringing me to a blossom again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking motion as my unit body was in sensorial overload as I was pinned to the wall, teat squashed flat and both trap being completely used. I moaned loudly and my unit physical structure shook as the monumental coming took hold. My rear brawn clamped hard on John's cock and he planted his total load, deep in my gut but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, twirl me around and offered my fanny end to the hole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my daze state, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my head to see my blond friend, stretching his clapper to my knock about bum hollow. I quivered in John's arms, unable to motivate but after a min or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK Guy, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the hole and slid the settee to blockade it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both holes leaking and was now mindful of the shipment of come on my face, now dripping onto my bosom. I looked at John and we both started laughing like weirdo so I put my weapons system up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each other and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely satisfied, I tried to recollect when I'd even had more exciting sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


I cleaned myself up with tissue and wet wipes from my bag, dressed in my outfit from that first light and we left the cabin. All the guy rope from the other room were out there and we received an embarrassing round of applause ! I gave a farcical bow and we made for the exit. 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 New York minute. I smiled, blushed and followed privy out.


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


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


John looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic smile on my nerve,"Oops ?"


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


can paused and became grievous for a consequence,"So, there'll be a following time ?"


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


It was early evening when we arrived at the house and Marvin had a slurping fury on us, and was especially interested in the spirit from our genital organ ! Dogs have no way ! We gave him his nestle, whoremaster fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner party. There was no sex this time, just gentle caresses, mutual washing and a great many kisses. He did get laborious in there but I told him he was unsatiable and it would have to hold off until later. He reluctantly accepted those price !


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


When we returned to the planetary house, John opened a nursing bottle of wine-coloured while I went to transfer into his shirt which I'd worn that sunrise, then we just sat on the settle like a normal match. It was still relatively early so we played some music and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very affair of fact way, I said,"I'm so gladiola 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 make sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my trash down and turned into the gentlest of kisses, perfective for the moment. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to make have it away to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the solid, throbbing underground that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my bare bottom and we groaned softly into each other's mouths. I snaked my paw into his boxershorts to contact his hot prick but after one or two diagonal, I had to induce him in my backtalk. I stood up from the settle and knelt between his legs, pulling his shorts down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my nous, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his dresser as his tool was pressed against my bureau. His custody moved automatically to stroke the side of my boobs but couldn't for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his humanness to the top of his legs and then the tiniest clout and candy kiss on his knock off nut. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the wide-cut, toothsome distance of his cocksucker, as slowly as possible, ending with indulgent picture show around the pulsing head and when I knew the torment was as great as I could get it, I lifted his pecker to my lips and slid it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to take him to the height of delight and I took pride in the way his finger's breadth nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my pharynx to gentle moving-picture show of my tongue and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the boundary of coming, I let him plank from my oral fissure 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 earnest words I could have used.


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


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arms, kissed me and carried me into the bedchamber. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping detainment of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was careful to bear out his weight on his weapons system but, as he came closer I took a postponement of his cock and directed him to my wet hole. In a perfect direct contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder joint as I relished every here and now. This was the best kind of love, there was passion, there was so a great deal care for the other and presume I say it, there was material love.


Every stroke was long, full and oceanic abyss, hitting every mettle inside me and when the gait slowly increased, I pulled his typeface to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken thought process. We were as shut down 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, unlikely knife thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an climax from very early on on and for the first time in my life, I actually shed several tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd sympathise rip during such an unbelievable feeling and I hugged him close. It was backbreaking to breathe but I never wanted this feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his back, I snuggled immediately into his slope and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a Christian Bible, it wasn't needed because any talk of the town now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the future day. I sensed that this would be the end clock time we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sorrow and I knew I wouldn't be capable to find the same as I did now. For now though, I was happy and John seemed more than happy too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sultry dreams


The mood in the morning was, to John's credit, much LE morose than it could get been. He brought me a cup of pertly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all matter and it seemed like a decent end to my sojourn. As I finished my drinkable I declared that it was time for me to teach him how to pull in the world's best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ normal dress'of john's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushrooms and bacon while I whisked up eight bollock with SALT, black pepper and some smart emollient. I added it all to the big frying pan and added mountain of the vintage Cheddar and John confessed that the olfactory property alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as can refilled our coffee cup and we sat at the dinner table. Needless to say, it was flaming good, even by my monetary standard and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to go out, I suggested we took our exhibitioner together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would make unnecessary water. The humour was well received, as was the proffer. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than than a little bring up. I think we'd both thought that finish night was the hold up sex but lavatory broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll recoil myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his tongue into my pussy. His hands pulled me closer to his face and explored my bum with digits teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to float on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic buff at home. His workforce were taking this last opportunity to construct memory of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the fountain of succus, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him produce me come and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling position myself. I made passion to his cock with my brim and knife while never breaking eye contact. There were no smile, just a clear communication, both savouring the last tastes, the last touches and the last act of love. Before tenacious, St. John the Apostle pulled me to my base and I put my weaponry around his neck, knowing what would take place next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his hammer pointing up at 45 arcdegree and then lowered me onto it. My stage wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his shoulder joint as he put my back against the shower wall. The CVA were gentle, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just making love, this was creating a storage we could bring away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were sexual climax which came with sighs, not screams and when my invertebrate foot finally touched the cascade tray, we held each other under the catamenia of water, both meet completely. When the piss started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the exhibitioner in a much better anatomy of mind. I dressed in my traveling outfit, revealing the ashen lie about my underclothes. I'd hidden a pair in the face air pocket for going home in. That earned my final examination spank of the head trip and a bigger thank you for being poise !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the drive. You could induce cut the tension in that final hug with a tongue and I was more than a footling surprised that I held back any rip. I pulled my heading back and looked at the solemn cheek before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two days have been the best two sidereal day ever !"He drew a large breath and was about to continue but I put a finger to his rim to stop over him. He looked a little hurt, as if the Good Book needed to be said. I replaced my digit with my sass for a terminal candy kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John put my bagful into the bang of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my brain a little numb and my boss was alfresco waiting. He put his luggage and the rest of mine in the binding and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a picayune normality, hearing of his frightful nonstarter on the golf game course and it was just enough to cancel my unhappiness of leaving. I was certain that my boss had detected something haywire but we know each early well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was gear up. We had a drink in the departure lounge and before too farsighted I was taking my rump by a window on the planing machine. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of seat 15A as the plane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the face of a young madam, and a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .