The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a regular extremity of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting naughty pictures and join in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive stature, my mental attitude was not of a meek and modest somebody. That was the populace persona and it was a trade good flight from my material life.


Anyone who knew me better on that site knew another part of me, the genuine me and I could number on my finger, the mass who I allowed to get it on that Rachael. We'd contribution personal news report of our lives, photo of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the web site. The people who knew me the unspoiled, I could enumerate on the fingers of one hand ... .. with two finger's breadth amputated ! This story is about one of those three, john, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy Greenwich Village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a marvellous place to survive, I have a great category, super job and my animation is unspoiled. At the metre of this write up, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sis in law made some horrible comments about me and he found it easier to ditch me than to be a man and hold 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 stop and at 22 I was earning well above an average wage, drove a £50,000 companionship car and was the enviousness of many masses. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements ! The other cool thing about my job, being a Personal help 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 EC and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


St. Paul had left me and as usual, I was on-line trying to jolly up myself up a bit. King John was having his own outlet and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only departure when she left was that his foodstuff banker's bill had halved as they'd not catch some Z's together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to come over and sunniness you up !'


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


I laughed out tawdry as I read his message but not for a grounds you'd think ! In ten solar day meter I was flying out to Wisconsin with my hirer and for all the metre we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which nation he lived. I knew that my next comment wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to consider this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd Sep, to a lilliputian place called Chippewa crepuscule, Wisconsin to see a node who does security department installations.'To add to the Sojourner Truth, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock Securities Inc'


I stared at the screen and I could see that john 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 Chippewa declination !'


It was my turn to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A altogether nation and you live in the niggling town I'm visiting !'


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


My response was pretty much machine rifle because we had spoken for so long and I really considered him a confidante and nigh supporter. I simply typed, ‘ well it would be crude if we didn't encounter up !'


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


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


He suddenly became like a giddy child so I calmed him a small and said I had no idea of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two things and made clearly one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely get together. moment, I would try to arrange things so we could give a entirely afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would give to meet somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for ages, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to bring my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual good state of grace and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sentiency of the idea, about to cope with a guy off a porn site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


work was busy so the prison term went quickly and I was keeping a little surreptitious up my sleeve. I'd explained to my boss, with a few white lies, that an old family friend lived in the town and asked if we could adjust things to consecrate me a minuscule time to trip up up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an eventide to get dinner. When he gave me the revamped route, he'd allocated two 24-hour interval and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not tell apart King John, just in example we didn't get on that well. The former odd affair was, since I'd announced the trip-up, we'd not had any of our usual foul conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the genuine approximation of confluence had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be cool down to gather him. Unfortunately though, that Nox, things changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the naughty function acting we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked consistence 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 flesh. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the conjuring trick ? I didn't want to mar the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than obstruct John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th Sept on North span Street at Lucy's food shop. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to aim him waste. This was a eccentric meeting to say the least and my persona had always been a little risqué so this wearing apparel wasn't going to vary that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each even and it was net that there were nerves on both sides which seemed loony because we knew so much about each other. Saint John was talking about places we could go if we had the clock time but I was still loth to reveal the on-key timescale, blaming my political boss for complications but confirming that we had at least six hours to claver ! I hoped he'd question the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever possess 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 eventide, the eve of my flight, I decided to fight a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight so I opened the confabulation app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : 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 ?

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


I finally saw the open frame I needed.


Rachael : John Lackland, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

whoremonger : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my sojourn, you've suddenly become crack allow and I don't recognise you and now you're holding back about the flaming dog ! What's going on ?

Saint John the Apostle : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

John : OK, I'm terrorize !

Rachael : Why ?

John : Rach, I've dreamt of merging you for so retentive 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 heart ! Does that clear any sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU pillock ! Do you not suppose I'm skittish too ?

John : NO ! You are always so convinced !

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

St. John the Apostle : lol OK but now I'm even more nervous !

Rachael : Why ?

Gospel According to John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : grave for a minute ....

Saint John the Apostle : OK

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

John : Do you not want to fulfill him ?

Rachael : Of line I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dumb at fourth dimension !

King John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might hail to my place ?

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

John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

John : But only if you're sure

Rachael : trick, stop speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's delicatessen

John : I so so so can't time lag

Rachael : Same here !

privy : Have a good flight of steps babe

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

bathroom : My pleasance ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the Christ Within and tried to imagine how that meeting would go. I imagined the revealing dress which is plastered and gives my midget pinhead a good boost. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen au naturel photos of me so the tease was somehow even swell. 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 feature his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 physical structure pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his retentive, fat putz and within 48 hour, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my button faster as I imagined what could fall out after lunch and at that point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delicious cock would be filling me with his seed, no query !


Flight day was a nightmare ! A two stop flight and tenacious drive from the aerodrome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local anesthetic sentence. We dined at a cover girl local eating place but we were so tired, I couldn't Tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a splendid cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few crapulence and while my chief was calling house to his married woman, I walked out to the street and took a pic of the street sign and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘ real number enough yet ?'


I didn't look for a reply until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the burden that it had taken every ounce of willpower to end him from driving into town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my earphone on rush and within mo I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the node started. Over a spate of food, my readiness for the meeting were gross and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing excess business we could do for our customer and by noon we had made our last banker's bill and were preparing to allow for. We'd been to a local bar for an cozy winding down of occupation with two of their managing director and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my gaffer had worked the two free days into the slip as the three bozo started to talk over their golfing challenge and I made my excuses for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my political boss could drink and I really did prefer my own plan for the next 48 60 minutes ! At 12:30pm, my gaffer passed me the Francis Scott Key to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awesome homework work. We made our farewells and I promised to keep him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does front after me.


Our hotel was only a two instant walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my special outfit, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My crocked red frock with the zip up the front end which stopped halfway up my breasts was marginal obscene but, the short black jacket added adequate class to lend a little decency to the final look. The cushioning gave a little overstatement to my humble pectus and I was terribly proud of the extra cleavage it afforded me. I gave a fiddling twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the room access 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 tightness meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my stage, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his eyes pop out, zilch would ! I made my way to the cellar service department and the car, entered the address of Lucy's Deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about xv hour early and I knew I'd need that time to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any side town, was very broad and I was pleased to find a parking space across the road from the food shop. My heart was pounding in my thorax and I took several bass breathing place before I gave up on trying to lay off my hands from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the model of car that Saint John the Apostle said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked similar but, the same as an American in England, all the cars were outlander to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, right outside Lucy's. As I saw the familiar face appear from the car, my 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 screech,"JOHN !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grinning on lav's case made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, best and most comforting hug of my lifespan. He held me to him with his arm wrapped tightly around my shank and mine around his cervix and our nerve pressed closely together. We both said things along the telephone line of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. 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 cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my pelvis theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of Admiralty mile and you kiss my face ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his back talk and confuse my arms around his neck again. I knew that clapper were improper right now but I think he liked our for the first time buss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and employ my thumb to wipe off the lipstick and then my next comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome face tried to take on a sincerity,"Ahhh the notable appetite of the flyspeck brit ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my hired man and led me across to the undimmed red canopy of Lucy's, the epitome I had stared at online for days. 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 grinning from a very felicitous guy. As we were about to put down the deli, toilet 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 girl !"


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


With that, I shook the jacket from my shoulder, held my arms out and gave a lilliputian wiggle. The full force of my strapless outfit had the desired effect and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ sanctum fuck'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As bathroom ordered our solid food at the counterpunch, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our expression in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, comfortable and so decent where I was. I'd seen so many movie of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cuter than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like school minor and the paltry cow behind the replication huffed a few times which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd bring our rescript across.


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


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


I gave a little grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a cruel bitch and put two digit in the air.


"tinker's damn ! Only two minute ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his mitt, squeezed it tightly and in a voicelessness I said,"Two DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the table and kissed him. The kiss was subdued and I allowed my tongue to tantalise his lips until his own lingua met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the way but time seemed to remain firm still. That kiss could feature been for just a minute or for an time of day, I truly couldn't Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me abode !"


After another wad on the mouth, lav paid the vizor and then, as any valet de chambre would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd turn his car around and I could follow him for the few short mi to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, fizzing exhilaration for what may pass off. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to happen ! We were going to action one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our part playing sessions, or one of the shot in my many stories. The only very doubtfulness were, which tarradiddle and who would submit the principal ? The aching in my breakwater kind of answered the latter question for me and a little design of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind John's car.


The drive to John's theater was only five or ten instant and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my jacket back on. I was witting that bathroom probably had neighbour and no matter where you are in the humanity, neighbours like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the neat drive of a pretty, undivided storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe professional with a hint of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


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


"I love it ! But a star sign definitely needs a dog !"


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the doorway, a big cream fuzz flew past us, charged around the face lawn and then pounced on his master for snuggle. Only after a brief dogfight with John did he see the alien and then I had a lovely affectionate salutation for a minute ( Standard ‘ hullo'of a nuzzle trying to go up my skirt ) until he got drill and decided that it was meter for St. John to fertilise 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 fall in and work myself at plate while he saw to Marvin.


The battlefront door opened into a big living elbow room with pine laminated base and as John went towards the hindquarters of the house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, black leather suite with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one niche of the way, by the window. In the opposite turning point was a huge wooden social unit which was bursting at the bed with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that can was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his style. By the time he came back in the room, I was looking through some photos on the mantle and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


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


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


We went to the cellar first to see all of his handicraft down there, then back up to see the rest of his lovely home. The finale room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the back end window looking out onto former houses and a huge bed with very quick coloured mainsheet. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my visit ! I decided that I had to carry control of the situation or I'd outburst so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep 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 prevent him a little confused as to my intentions and before he could comment, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the backtalk, making some remark 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 girlfriend would when using a strange bathroom and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to refreshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master program of seduction. I was still wearing my crownwork and I carefully slid down the zip at the movement of my attire. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to reveal Sir Thomas More of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the slope of the apparel and my cap were just covering the essence of each titty but John was going to be treated to the good swell of each low mound. My cutis is very White person but very smooth and I was getting nervous at this brazen video display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever search. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the privy doorway and walked back into the room. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his chief. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket declivity from my berm, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs bring out properly !"


bathroom gulped hard as I took the last step towards him and his hired hand went to my coxa and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a minute or so and taking half a footstep back again. His helping hand trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my breast before revealing them in their petite glorification, pulling back to junket on the parting of my apparel. He sighed as my knock off pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the garb off my shoulders, leaving his net acquaintance stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head to my chest and biting my lip as his big, strong workforce touched my raw bum and his osculation went straight for my painfully knockout teat. Almost instantly, my leg began to quiver as his caress my tail and then my back, pulling me heavily to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The high temperature in my kitty growing wildly and just as I was wondering how yearn I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my foot. I looked into John's optic as he held me aloft and no words were needed but a osculation was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our lingua began an contiguous battle, so acute that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His celestial hand massaged my chest firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another payoff that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two word instruction.


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


lav kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped stagnant and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nudity. I should get been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was felicitous. I know it was a stupe interrogative 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 more words before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my spell to be in for a goody. His trunk was unspecific, strengthen and lovely but his tool, his big fat tool finally came into purview and I began to drool as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an nonvoluntary growl as I reached for the yummy piece of gist that I'd seen so many times before in photos and just as I'd imagined, my finger barely reached around its girth. My holding his cock was enough of a signal for John and I soon felt his bridge player cupping my hale snatch and in seconds, a digit slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his articulatio humeri softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him better access. It felt so sound and from the stochasticity down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my dearest of arousal, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of energy, I rolled John onto his dorsum and there was a small look of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubts he had, I gave small butterfly kisses across his face as I straddled his consistence and ground myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure on my sensitive button. 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 gob. He was already covered in my juice from the curt abrasion and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my backtalk tightly and despite the modest sting, the first-class honours degree half of his seven column inch was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the thirdly push, our dead body were fully connected. I held the situation, swirling my hips slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each former's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hands on his chest, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my cheek as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delicious fullness in my sex. lavatory's mouth was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous endeavour to enunciate his thoughts. The but sounds in the room were the threatening breathing and soft oink each clip I dropped fully onto his perfect motherfucker. piddling by minuscule I increased my tempo and Gospel According to John's right helping hand sought out my breasts as his pull up stakes thumb started to knead my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to end long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible wad of his thick tube, stretching my pussycat to the max and glistening with the endless flow of my succus. The air was heavyset with the scent of lust and I could feel my own orgasm rising and pray he would last long enough to share our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his breast and then rolled me onto my back. For a abbreviated import, his full weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the abbreviated of seconds I felt so minuscule and powerless but then he took further ascendency and it was amazing. He pushed his upper body from mine, nudged my leg wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me concentrated and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a bullet train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few min, and me being right on the boundary he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of come shock, but before all the tidings were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of pilus and held him tight on my clit where his tongue was a fuzz as his hands squeezed my bum so pixilated. In seconds I was back on the sceptre of coming and I let go of his hair and purloin my own nipples to direct my brain into field. My unharmed 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 stage around his neck at some point and, as their handle began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few transactions and, with my knees pushed back by the side of my read/write head, I watched in awe as it parted my spiritualist 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 powerful thrust which were pounding my diminutive frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a bellowing and his final thrust went late inside me as I felt his turncock pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his orchis into my happy, saturated maw.


I lowered my pegleg and pulled him to me. Yes, he was heavy but that post-fucking buss has always been my preferred 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 kiss and rubbed his nose with my own.


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


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


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


Saint John the Apostle kissed my horn in and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ laughingstock'in my men, 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 and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, first meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the laws of physics deemed his cock soft enough to flump out of me and an immediate stream of plentiful amounts of fluids started to filter from me. With much screwing up of my font for comedic event, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the can. I had a pee and used some Sir Thomas More of my wet wipe to clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to think if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the first prison term. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a snow job, my favorite component of foreplay ! No issue, I'd shuffling that up to him at some point and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my speciality in that area.


As I returned from the bath, John had climbed under the cover version and he pulled them back for me to climb under with him. I didn't need a instant invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my mitt through his chest hairs as we chatted. It felt so easy, so comfortable and innate, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his redress hand was on my back or my bum as he held me shut down, while his left hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some period, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shade over the window wasn't as luminosity so the sun must bear been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over John the Divine's handsome characteristic. His hair was greying at the temples which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reasonableness he shaves down below, nobody wants grey-headed pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his ear lobe into my mouth and started a easy swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grinning appear on his face as his eyelids fluttered undefended. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a job !"


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


"wellspring, it's something you're going to hear a lot of over the following two daytime !"


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


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


In no time at all, we were stood together under the hard flow of water but, naked bodies, roaming paw and lots of soap usually adds up to an hard-on ! Today was no different and with lav's cuddling of every part of my organic structure under the pretence of washing me, including a tentative interpolation of a digit in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was time to right the wrong.


"I think I need a neophyte before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my knees in front of his cock. It was free of scoop by now and this was my first proper close up position. Immediately I realised why he felt so practiced as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its burn up edges were perfect for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my mouth. I stroked with a twisting motility as I sucked and slurped on the first of all three inches and noticed that trick had took wait of the rails as his leg quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to final stage too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the last two eld of their relationship. I decided to move forward with my political party composition and I moved slightly more of his tool into my sassing, testing the rear of my pharynx. He was a fiddling thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could manage. I've been blessed with very lilliputian gag physiological reaction so I was quite proud of the easygoing whimper from John as I pushed forward and my wind pushed hard into his pubic pearl and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven inches to reappear from my oral fissure as I held eye liaison with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the header with my pharynx brawn, I snaked my tongue out to loosen his balls. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his pelvic girdle and urged him to bang my pharynx. He didn't take much convincing and began slow but long CVA, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't conclusion long and when he announced that he was coming, I took command with my hand on the shaft and my tongue all around the brain and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly large load in my backtalk. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat with the gentlest of osculation as his sensitiveness was at its peak.


I stood up to the warmest possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the best ... .. the dear blowjob ... ..the salutary 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 cascade, john handed me a big, ashen fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small face in the car so, when John was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he'd brain getting it for me. I hung my towel on the track, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the eating place I'd passed over the terminal few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the humanity 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 small damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed John Lackland to the bedroom and put my instance onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is UK's biggest supermarket ) and asked John the Divine to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


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


Still naked, I put my mitt on my coxa and drew myself up to my full 5 groundwork 1 in 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 proficient than sex !"


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


As I started to foot out apparel, I called through to the kitchen,"guess what I forgot to compact from my early compositor's case ?"


John Lackland returned to the sleeping accommodation and was quick to be the perfect tense 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 best malevolent look,"OK then smarty pants, where is your knickerbockers drawer ? I never planned on brassiere but forgot my step-in !"Then, I shrugged my articulatio humeri and added,"Ah well, I'm certain that estimate will keep your nous occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


can shook his oral sex in despair and walked out of the room, groaning and twist two-baser to label the point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a whiteness vest top, not too blotto or disclosure and a blue jean skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a eating place, I wanted to look squeamish for John. He whistled as I came into the livelihood room so, in order to prompt him, I spun around, hitched up my chick and wiggled my defenseless bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his wise answer and we headed out to eat. His gossip about the food we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to wait at from outside, but inside was a all different story with every bulwark, electric chair and table painted with vibrant pictures and tantrum. It was the prettiest eating place I've ever been in and the food was incredible. We took our metre between courses and after we'd had a umber, I gave an awkward yawn.


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


John Lackland took my hired man,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a footling workout this good afternoon ! You've every rightfulness to be wrecked !"He lifted my hand and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all Nox night club and top dog back ?"


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


The restaurant wasn't far from john's house so we soon back, being greeted by an stir Marvin who could reek the garbage 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 suffer it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoe and quickly removed my two items of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the worst possible house guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must consume been a serious few hours later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that Saint John was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my cervix, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John as I backed into him with a frigid 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 coat of arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a grown guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. zippo beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite honest. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even better, as I was about to see out at around 10am the following morning.


The first ace I was aware of was two finger, late inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my brain to receive a morn kiss and no sooner than out lips met, the finger's breadth were gone and I gasped as the replete seven inches of his lovely cock, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so replete of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his hired hand caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the cerebrovascular accident grew in length. I'd been with this man for to a lesser extent than 24 hour but it felt like he knew my consistence so well as he touched and made beloved to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any in force, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his vertebral column, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my hips, diffuse my legs and started to take a hop me as he raised his coxa, thrusting his centre into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his branch tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't motility as my muscles gave in completely and his jab took on a new importunity, thrusting more forcefully than I thought potential. My climax grew even greater and I'm sure the neck of the woods could get word my yells quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more dip, John's consistency dissolved into cramp as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting position and Saint John was still decelerate fucking me and with each push, I felt the last tremors of my coming and I sighed my contentment.


"goodness morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the best warning device clock ever !"


John the Divine kissed the vertebral column of my head,"near morning, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to come alive 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 need to get up now though !"


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


I turned my head and gave him a long, flabby buss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's tool with a bit of a sloughy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf whistling from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my teeth and as I was about to go away the bathroom, I noticed a pale blue shirt hanging on the back of the threshold. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my contemplation in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a pocket-sized girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the bedroom confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, give me !"I pleaded in a shammer panic-struck voice. It had the desired effect and privy climbed out of bed, put on some boxershorts, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a child. I wanted to commit him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, unresolved at the front, gave a wide-cut view of my au naturel body. He sighed heavily.


"Any prospect you can just wear this today ?"


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


John gave a salute, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, well-chosen dyad, talking about everything and zip. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our confab and he was making what every Northern English person loves ... .. Sir Francis Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced staff of life, creamy butter, stacks of crispy bacon, a trivial cheddar and a plash of brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary chef-d'oeuvre, one which he'd definitely have in the future. We polished off our spate of nutrient and I insisted that Gospel According to John go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the clock time I'd wiped all of the Earth's surface down, he was prepare, dressed in blue trunks and a T-shirt that showed his broad pectus off nicely. I gave him a straightaway osculation and went to tog myself.


To apply myself a petty acknowledgment, I'd managed to tamp down quite a few outfit into my smaller bag but John's comments and clear love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my selection easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a yearn rag of thin cotton but it's actually a cropped shirt with no release. At the front end though, there are retentive pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a cool looking shirt with a visible gap between the titty and material which shows the chassis of your knocker, perfectly ! The material is quite flimsy and for girls with darker nipples, there is nothing left to the imagery. Thankfully, my mammilla are much lighter but when it's colder, well you get the melodic theme. It's a very aphrodisiac top ! I added my denim underdrawers which don't show off my bum cheeks. Well, I wanted to expect sexy but I didn't want to attend like a flash hobo ! I finished the outfit with a simple duad of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very petty, just a hint of mascara and a pale lipstick.


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


"Sorry Rach, I just had to have-to doe with ! Fuck, that is hot !"


As any fille will recount you, regard don't get irksome and we can tell when they are for genuine ! I was happy with ‘ screwing, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A short private road later and we were walking, helping hand in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, sad hombre but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the the great unwashed were favorable. Hmmm maybe I should come on the Wisconsin River tourer card. They should be paying me for promoting them in this fib ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, big few hours in the parking area 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 eatage eating immense 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 ‘ issue of fact'tone and I reached into my purse and pulled out a small piece of paper with an address on it and handed it to John.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


can seemed more than happy to indulge my fantasy although he did point out that we'd be going into a place where cleaning lady rarely went and there would probably be other bozo in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so cypher else would see and he was glad with that and we set off. I didn't count on one look of it but it turned out to be a incentive. I'll recount 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 order to change my outfit. The shorts were white, rolled up ahem and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton wool jersey which was a craw top but much less revealing than my electric current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a missy was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to see like a prostitute ! I packed my former wearing apparel away just as we pulled into the car park at the rear of the construction and my epinephrine was pumping through my vena. I felt so charge and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that John, at this point, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to do it he'd love it !


In earned a smacking to my bum from can as we walked towards the incoming for daring to use a fearful American language dialect 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 zippo like what I entered here, on a back 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 look at the bold young lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop class field, I counted eight guy cable, all openly staring at the one-half dressed young lady and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little skittish but had already anticipated the first base question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey beloved, got ID ?"


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


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


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


We walked through the drapery into a tenacious, darker room with shabu storage locker, full of videodisk down the left wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guy rope stood around, watching our entrance, and at first glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. bathroom dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a Lester Willis Young, tall and blond guy going into the room next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was agile to slue the bolt, muttering under his hint,"Shit, I know what animals at the zoo smell like !"


I quickly placed our udder into the recess and took the quarters from John, putting them onto the short ledge above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the slot, I had a quick feeling about the way and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entrance was a big, matted TV screenland and in the eye of the room which was about eight invertebrate foot square, was a two-seater sofa, covered in false leather. I assume this made it well-fixed to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit foul-smelling 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 privy's underdrawers said he was more than set too.


Now, when I wrote the scene with Sky in holly's story, I was pretty specific about the porno motion-picture show that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a girl, tied up and taking a austere piece of ass. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my brow at lavatory and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naiveness and forwardness for fun stopped me from noticing a maw in the pass on handwriting wall. I had no idea that some cabins had holes between them and John had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The youth guy I'd seen entering the next carrell was watching as John and I started to live over the words I'd typed, so long ago.


john impressed me greatly as we clicked into role playing style and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the bulwark with the door. This gave us quite a big space and unbeknownst to me at the prison term, a much punter view for our peeping Tom !


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


I grinned wildly at low, never realising that he'd be so practiced at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous girl musical mode'and tried to push him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean value to injure you !"


John knew we were being watched so he chose his next Word carefully,"Too fucking late, cyprian ! 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 repent ! I promise, I'll stop doing whatever has pissed you off !"


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, john grabbed the neck opening of my shirt and in one swift front and the sound of ripping material, my jersey was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the tag to the floor, he took clench of the waistband of my shorts and did the same, despite my lame protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudeness, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, St. John kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I feigned shock as his hard, wild dick led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my school principal away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my capitulum to brass him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with actual surprise as he knocked my pegleg apart with his stifle and poking two finger's breadth straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dirty joke,"You're a lying bitch too ! You fucking love this ! Look how wet your cunt is !"And with that he pulled his finger's breadth from me and wiped them on my back talk."You're nookie gagging for it !"


can spun me around and roughly bow me forward. I grabbed onto the shelf below the TV as he kicked my legs apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did bang my head on the TV. John whispered a spry enquiry, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his violation on my pussy and God it felt beneficial. I kept up the guise of pain and begging him to stop but this played rightfulness into his script and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his Christian Bible,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na continue moaning ... ... .. I'd better filling ... ... that lady of pleasure oral fissure ... .... 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 hold his cock forced down my throat and, as an eager cock sucker I was fix to oblige while staying in character but, as he rammed his cock home base, he lifted me by my hips and swung me xc academic degree to my leave behind, I reached for the wall to preserve me head-butting that as well and then, I got my initiatory view of the foot square toes yap and I was face to face with a slim, eight column inch cock. My jounce was really and when John barked at me to go down on it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive tool before me.


John slapped my bum, quite concentrated and it stung,"Shut yer war cry and suck that cock, tramp !"


I decided on cruel retribution for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in front of me, fully down my throat and held it there. privy groaned at the mess and pumped even harder, knowing how good the secret guy was feeling and, with each knife thrust, my nozzle was pushed hard into his easygoing, blond pubes. I could hear the guy on the other incline, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ shag that mouth good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to go too long but it was a unspoiled, twenty thrusts from John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouthpiece. It was vitriolic and strong so I spat it on the base, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my foreland, another, smaller stopcock was in forepart of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in minute he shot his load all over my face. It was then that I saw three sets of eyes watching me through the hollow and a paw came through to roughly catch at my breasts as another cock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of controller 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 strawman of my face. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to celebrate me safe and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed St. John the Apostle was about to amount inside me and my own climax was reaching an epic peak so I pushed forward, trapping the blazonry which were groping me and slurped the previous putz into my backtalk. My culmination hit me hard and my wooden leg and implements of war began to buckle but John caught me and held tight as he gave his concluding three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated puss. As his spurts began, the stopcock in my sassing pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a trivial but I didn't choke as his cum went straight down, missing my oral cavity for all five explosion. As he slid himself out, a final smear of cum trailed along my tongue to leave me a very pleasant, final exam taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to break liberate of the roaming hired hand on my chest and John lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the facial expression of the beginning guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but lavatory had other ideas. He pushed me to the golf hole, spread my pegleg and pressed his organic structure against mine, squashing me against the rampart. I was still shaking and sensible from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and run away from the knife which plunged into my hole but John held house, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum nerve, 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 lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his tool at my arsehole and as soon as he did, voices from the other English were shouting their boost and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be bazaar, I was having my clitoris licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the 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 period, I was in a daze as my good pussy licker had fingerbreadth inside me and was already bringing me to a efflorescence again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking move as my completely consistency was in sensory overload as I was pinned to the bulwark, pap squashed directly and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my unit consistence shook as the monolithic orgasm took hold. My can muscularity clamped hard on trick's putz and he planted his full load, deep in my gut but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my behind end to the golf 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 tongue to my buffet bum hole. I quivered in privy's branch, unable to move but after a moment or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK hombre, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the hole and slid the settee to halt it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both kettle of fish leaking and was now aware of the load of come on my side, now dripping onto my boobs. I looked at Saint John and we both started laughing like crazy so I put my arms up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each early and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely live up to, I tried to commend 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 kit from that forenoon and we left the cabin. All the guys from the other room were out there and we received an embarrassing rung of clapping ! I gave a ridiculous bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the door, the guy on reception, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do call up back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing jiffy. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


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


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


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


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


John paused and became serious for a moment,"So, there'll be a next prison term ?"


I had expected this question and in truth, I didn't know the solvent but, I wasn't going to ruin the best day of my sexual life so I replied with confidence,"You bet your life there'll be a succeeding 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 household and Marvin had a slurping fury on us, and was especially interested in the olfaction from our crotches ! Dogs have no manners ! We gave him his snuggle, lavatory fed him and we agreed that a rain shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this prison term, just gentle caresses, mutual washing and a big many buss. He did get hard in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would hold to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those condition !


We ate at a lovely pizza pie post, nowhere near as aplomb as Casa Mexicana but the food was lovely and we sat for age, just talking and laughing about our gaga afternoon. John was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a adept day of fucking but I still needed him to make love to me when we got home. This caused an immediate response from him and his mitt shot in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the firm, John opened a bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that cockcrow, then we just sat on the settee like a formula couple. It was still relatively betimes so we played some euphony and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very matter of fact way, I said,"I'm so sword lily we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so glad that we could do it. Does that cook sentience ?"


Saint 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 vox trailed off so I helped with just one word.


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the gentlest of kisses, perfective for the minute. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to earn love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the osculation became more passionate, I reached for his short pants and felt the solid state, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his helping hand stroked up my leg to my bare bottom and we groaned softly into each early's sassing. I snaked my hand into his boxershorts to come to his hot cock but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my lip. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his underdrawers down and off. I was about to affect forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my principal, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest as his cock was pressed against my breast. His hands moved automatically to stroke the incline of my pinhead but couldn't for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his legs and then the tiniest poke and osculation on his shaved Ball. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full, delicious length of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with soft flicks around the pulsing foreland and when I knew the torment was as bang-up 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 take him to the superlative of pleasance and I took pride in the way his fingerbreadth nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so slopped. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle flicks of my tongue and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of coming, I let him plop from my sassing and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his back talk. He held me finis, looking like a very fulfill man and I whispered to him, the most sincere parole I could have used.


"involve me to bed ! Make love to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arm, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping hold of his weapons system, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was measured to hold his weight on his arms but, as he came closer I took a hold of his rooster and directed him to my wet trap. In a unadulterated dividing line to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his cinch. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the in force sort of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so a good deal forethought for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every shot was long, full-of-the-moon and cryptical, hitting every boldness inside me and when the tread slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken thoughts. We were as close as we could ever be and to make trusted, I wrapped my peg around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable drive. I was exquisitely on the edge of an climax from very early on and for the for the first time time in my spirit, 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 centre without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand crying during such an incredible tactual sensation and I hugged him close. It was heavy 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 English and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a watchword, it wasn't needed because any public lecture now would only fall around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the side by side day. I sensed that this would be the last time we made love on this trip-up, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be capable to palpate the same as I did now. For now though, I was felicitous and John seemed more than glad too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a commonwealth of beautiful, sensual ambition


The climate in the morning was, to privy's deferred payment, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all things and it seemed like a skillful end to my sojourn. As I finished my drink I declared that it was time for me to learn him how to give the humans's skillful omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living elbow room to get my ‘ rule attire'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a shipment of mushroom and 1st Baron Verulam while I whisked up eight testicle with salt, pepper and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added Lot of the vintage cheddar and John confessed that the olfactory sensation alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John refilled our coffee cup and we sat at the dinner party table. Needless to say, it was bloody just, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the sentence was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our exhibitor together, adding the unneeded sarcasm of saying that it would save weewee. The humour was well received, as was the proffer. We went to the lav, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a little energize. I think we'd both thought that last Night was the utmost sex but King John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll bang myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knee and plunged his tongue into my pussy. His hired man pulled me nearer to his face and explored my bum with digits teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet hair's-breadth and allowed myself to float on the joy, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at house. His hands were taking this survive opportunity to make retentiveness of my physical body and they stroked, teased and caressed every column inch as he drank from the natural spring of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him induce me come and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling position myself. I made dearest to his cock with my backtalk and spit while never breaking eye contact. There were no grinning, just a clean-cut communication, both savouring the shoemaker's last taste perception, the last touches and the final act of dearest. Before long, trick pulled me to my ft and I put my implements of war around his neck opening, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his cock pointing up at 45 academic degree and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his shoulder as he put my rear against the shower paries. The accident were gruntle, obtuse and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a memory we could take on away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with sigh, not riot and when my feet finally touched the exhibitioner tray, we held each other under the current of water, both satisfied completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humor again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better frame of thinker. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the white lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a duo in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my final spank of the misstep and a bigger thank you for being cool !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could let cut the tension in that final hug with a tongue and I was more than a little surprise that I held back any bust. I pulled my forefront back and looked at the solemn face before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These final stage two days have been the honorable two solar day ever !"He drew a tumid breath and was about to continue but I put a finger to his rim to barricade him. He looked a little hurt, as if the Bible needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my rim for a final buss 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 brain a little numb and my knob was exterior waiting. He put his baggage and the rest of mine in the back and we set off for the airport. I was sword lily of a slight normalcy, audience of his flagitious failures on the golf course and it was just enough to set off my sadness of leaving. I was sure that my gaffer had detected something faulty but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was ready. We had a boozing in the departure sofa and before too long I was taking my seat by a windowpane on the airplane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of tush 15A as the plane roared down the rails, they'd have seen the face of a young dame, and a bingle tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .