The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a lilliputian, will know that I used to be a regular member of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting naughty word picture and sum in with extremely contentious and lively debate. Despite my diminutive height, my attitude was not of a meek and mild soul. That was the public persona and it was a effective escape from my real life.


Anyone who knew me in effect on that site knew another part of me, the real me and I could count on my fingers, the people who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd share personal stories of our life sentence, photos of the most suggest nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The people who knew me the near, I could count on the fingers of one script ... .. with two fingers amputated ! This story is about one of those three, lavatory, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a wonderful seat to populate, I have a great family, super job and my life is skillful. At the time of this news report, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my swain because his sister in law made some horrible commentary about me and he found it easier to ditch me than to be a man and defend me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this power point and at 22 I was earning well above an norm salary, push a £50,000 fellowship car and was the invidia of many citizenry. I'm not being smug about that, just very lofty of my accomplishment ! The former coolheaded thing about my job, being a Personal Assistant to the managing director of a software ship's company, was that we travelled a lot. In the independent we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trip in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as usual, I was on-line trying to cheer myself up a bit. bathroom was having his own matter and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only if difference when she left was that his grocery pecker 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 total over and cheerfulness you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll al-Qur'an you a flight of stairs to Wisconsin for tomorrow !'


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


‘ You aren't going to believe this but me and my foreman are flying out on the 23rd September, to a fiddling place called Chippewa Falls, WI to see a client who does security department installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock Securities Inc'


I stared at the sieve and I could see that John Lackland had read the content but he wasn't typing. I was about to nudge him when his succeeding substance popped up, ‘ I live in Chippewa descent !'


It was my turn to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A whole body politic and you live in the little town I'm visiting !'


His answer was almost immediate. He sent a photo of a telephone set banker's bill, his address clearly shown.


My reply was pretty much automatic pistol because we had spoken for so longsighted and I really considered him a confidante and close acquaintance. I simply typed, ‘ Well it would be rude if we didn't meet up !'


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


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


He suddenly became like a lightheaded child so I calmed him a little and said I had no approximation of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two things and made sack one other period. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. Second, I would try to arrange things so we could ingest a whole afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would have to run across 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 work my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual dependable seemliness and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the idea, about to encounter a guy off a porn site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


oeuvre was busy so the prison term went quickly and I was keeping a petty secret up my sleeve. I'd explained to my boss, with a few Theodore Harold White prevarication, that an old mob friend lived in the town and asked if we could adjust affair to pass on me a slight time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an eventide to possess dinner. When he gave me the revamp travel plan, he'd allocated two days and two nighttime that I'd have to myself in Chippewa twilight. I decided immediately to not tell John Lackland, just in causa we didn't get on that fountainhead. The former odd matter 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 actual idea of get together had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be sang-froid to meet him. Unfortunately though, that Nox, things changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the naughty theatrical role playacting we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my nude body and the equally rude ones he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty rooster in the flesh. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the illusion ? I didn't want to featherbed the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than embarrass John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th Sept on North nosepiece Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to aim him barbaric. This was a bizarre group meeting to say the least and my persona had always been a small risqué so this dress wasn't going to shift that !


Over the next few daytime, we spoke each eve and it was crystallize that there were nerves on both incline which seemed gaga because we knew so much about each other. John was talking about places we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to discover the truthful timescale, blaming my boss for complications but confirming that we had at least six hours to chat ! I hoped he'd question the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the succeeding even, the eve of my flight of stairs, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early on flight of steps so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching tv set, dog curled up with me

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

John : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the break I needed.


Rachael : John the Divine, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

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

Gospel According to John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

John : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

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


I was laughing as I typed.


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

John : NO ! You are always so confident !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

bathroom : TWO DAYS ! ! !

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

John : OK

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

St. John the Apostle : Do you not need to forgather him ?

Rachael : Of trend I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dim at times !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might come to my blank space ?

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

toilet : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

John : But only if you're surely

Rachael : John, blockade oral presentation, see you at 2pm, Lucy's deli

toilet : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Same here !

John : Have a safe flight babe

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

John : My delight ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the light and tried to imagine how that confluence would go. I imagined the disclosure dress which is tight and gives my bantam boobs a honorable boost. It never fails to get care but the man I was meeting has already seen bare exposure of me so the coquette was somehow even capital. My finger's breadth found my pussycat as I imagined him getting hard in his trouser as soon as he saw me and that first hug would possess his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his long, fat cock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my button faster as I imagined what could encounter after lunch and at that point in time, just as a beautiful coming washed over me, I knew that his yummy cock would be filling me with his seed, no question !


trajectory day was a nightmare ! A two stop flight of steps and long parkway from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local sentence. We dined at a lovely topical anesthetic eating place but we were so trite, I couldn't tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drinks and while my party boss was calling plate to his married woman, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street star sign and sent it to Saint John with a message. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't flavor for a reply until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the effect that it had taken every ounce of willpower to stop him from driving into townspeople to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast group meeting with the client started. Over a batch of food, my preparations for the meeting were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business organisation we could do for our client and by noon we had made our final exam notes and were preparing to leave behind. We'd been to a topical anesthetic bar for an loose winding down of business with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two detached Clarence Shepard Day Jr. into the slip as the three hombre started to discourse their golfing challenge and I made my alibi for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my honcho could pledge and I really did prefer my own plans for the next 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my knob passed me the keys to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awing homework work. We made our farewell and I promised to keep him updated on my base hit and whereabouts. He does look after me.


Our hotel was only a two hour walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my special outfit, applied a little composition and looked in the mirror. My tight red clothes with the zip up the nominal head which stopped halfway up my white meat was borderline obscene but, the short black jacket added plenty category to loan a little decency to the last look. The padding gave a slight exaggeration to my lowly chest and I was terribly gallant of the extra cleavage it afforded me. I gave a little twirl in the mirror, checking out how petite my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the room access but I stopped, paused and walked back to bet at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the density meant my bloomers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my leg, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't hold his eyes pop out, nada would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy's delicatessen and set off. According to the satnav, I'd go far about fifteen minutes early and I knew I'd need that metre to cool off myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English township, was very spacious and I was pleased to find a parking space across the road from the Deli. My heart was pounding in my chest and I took several deep breathing space before I gave up on trying to break off my manpower 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 standardised but, the same as an American in England, all the machine were noncitizen to me and I was about to return 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 local anaesthetic were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and shriek,"JOHN !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The immense smiling on John the Evangelist's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his weapon for the biggest, serious and most satisfying hug of my life. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waistline and mine around his neck and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said thing along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of affair. More impressively was that he didn't postponement too long to put me down, my wearing apparel didn't depend upon up too far and he kissed my nerve after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my hips 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 lips and give my arms around his neck again. I knew that tongues were amiss right now but I think he liked our number one kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and used my thumb to pass over off the lipstick and then my adjacent scuttlebutt of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His freehanded face tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the far-famed appetite of the diminutive Brit ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my script and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for days. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a piffling squeeze which earned me the Sami back and another vast grin from a very felicitous guy. As we were about to accede the delicatessen, trick stopped me and in an almost breathless note 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 scene in the hotel, just an 60 minutes ago,"Well, if you think this looks good ...."


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


As St. John the Apostle ordered our food at the counter, I stood with my arm around his waistline, looking at our contemplation in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt felicitous, comfortable and so good where I was. I'd seen so many pictures of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so a great 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 school kids and the miserable cow behind the parry 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 lend our guild across.


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


"Rachael, this has been such good fun ! We can go for the guided enlistment of my palace if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the query he didn't want an resolution to,"So, how long do we have ?"


I gave a lilliputian grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a cruel kick and put two fingerbreadth in the air.


"jack ! Only two hours ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his deal, squeezed it tightly and in a rustling I said,"Two day if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the tabular array and kissed him. The candy kiss was soft and I allowed my tongue to tease his lips until his own spit met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to stand up still. That buss could have been for just a instant or for an minute, I truly couldn't tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"aim me rest home !"


After another peck on the rim, john paid the banker's bill and then, as any gentleman's gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd plough his car around and I could come him for the few short miles 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 excitement for what may chance. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to bump ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our function performing sessions, or one of the tantrum in my many stories. The just rattling questions were, which taradiddle and who would take the lead ? The aching in my groin sort of answered the latter question for me and a piddling plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind lavatory's car.


The movement to trick's house was only five or ten second and, when we stopped at some dealings illumination, I slipped my jacket back on. I was witting that John probably had neighbours and no matter where you are in the world, neighbours like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the neat drive of a pretty, single floor home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe master with a hint of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


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


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


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the door, a big cream fuzz flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his passkey for nestle. Only after a brief tussle with John did he see the stranger and then I had a endearing affectionate greeting for a minute ( Standard ‘ hi'of a nose trying to go up my skirt ) until he got bored and decided that it was fourth dimension for Saint John the Apostle to feed him and he made a dash for his food sports stadium. John apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to come in and make myself at abode while he saw to Marvin.


The forepart door opened into a big living room with pine laminated flooring and as john went towards the buttocks of the star sign, I had a prying around. A beautiful, black leather rooms with a four-seater settle took pride of station, all chairs aimed at the tremendous TV in one recess of the room, by the windowpane. In the opposite word corner was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the bed with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that John was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his flair. By the time he came back in the elbow room, I was looking through some photos on the mantle and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"sexual love the office John ! Do I get the remainder of the go now ?"


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the residual of his lovely plate. The last elbow room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedchamber. It was a big room with the butt window looking out onto other menage and a huge bed with very tender coloured sheets. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen paper and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my visit ! I decided that I had to take control of the situation or I'd fit so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep this blind down if I lived here ! neighbour can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my brow and laughed to go along him a little confused as to my purpose 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 input about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the animation room as every girl would when using a unusual john and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master plan of conquest. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the front end of my dress. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each incline separated to break Sir Thomas More of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the face of the frock and my jacket were just covering the centres of each breast but privy was going to be treated to the entire swell of each small hummock. My peel is very ashen but very fluent and I was getting aflutter at this brazen display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever wait. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the can door and walked back into the room. John the Divine was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped out-of-doors as he lifted his head. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket crown fall from my berm, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs discover properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the terminal step towards him and his hands went to my rosehip and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to get through up slightly from his seated stance. As we kissed, his helping hand caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the buss after a minute or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my bosom before revealing them in their petite nimbus, pulling back to feast on the farewell of my clothes. He sighed as my shave pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the garb off my shoulder, leaving his internet friend stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head word to my chest and biting my lip as his big, strong paw touched my naked bum and his kiss went straight for my painfully hard mamilla. Almost instantly, my peg began to palpitate as his caressed my buttocks and then my backrest, pulling me arduous to his nibbling mouthpiece, moving across my chest. The heating in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into John's eyes as he held me aloft and no words were needed but a kiss was. I planted my sass firmly on his and our tongues began an quick fight, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hand massaged my breasts firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another government issue that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two word instruction.


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


John the Evangelist kissed me heavy again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to part undressing but stopped dead and I watched his heart, feasting on my nudity. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a stupid 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 discussion before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my routine to be in for a treat. His physical structure was unspecific, toned and lovely but his cock, his big fat cock finally came into view and I began to salivate as he climbed adjacent to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the pleasant-tasting piece of inwardness that I'd seen so many clip before in exposure and just as I'd imagined, my fingers barely reached around its girth. My holding his prick was enough of a sign for John and I soon felt his hand cupping my totally kitty-cat and in seconds, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him in effect approach. It felt so good and from the noises 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 button, I rolled St. John onto his backbone and there was a small look of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To ease any question he had, I gave little butterfly kisses across his brass as I straddled his torso and reason myself against his humanity. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure on my sensitive clit. I lifted my cheek from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his tool at my hole. He was already covered in my juices from the inadequate grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the small sting, the outset half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the one-third push, our consistence were fully connected. I held the position, swirling my pelvic arch slightly and we purred together, looking mysterious into each former's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my bridge player on his pectus, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delightful comprehensiveness in my sex. John's mouth was a perm ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to vocalise his persuasion. The only sounds in the room were the heavy ventilation and soft oink each time I dropped fully onto his perfect prick. picayune by slight I increased my tempo and St. John the Apostle's right hand sought out my titty as his impart pollex started to massage my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to hold out long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his midst subway, stretching my twat to the max and glistening with the dateless flow of my juices. The air was thick with the scent of lustfulness and I could feel my own orgasm rising and prayed he would hold out long enough to share our first climax.


Suddenly, King John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my back. For a brief moment, his full exercising weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the briefest of seconds I felt so belittled and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper body from mine, nudged my pegleg wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My sexual climax was heading towards us like a bullet gear and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being right on the sharpness he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of full shock, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussycat. I instantly grabbed two smattering of haircloth and held him tight on my clit where his natural language was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so pie-eyed. In seconds I was back on the verge of coming and I let go of his hair's-breadth and pinched my own nipples to send 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 party. I'd wrapped my ramification around his neck at some decimal point and, as their adhesive friction began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the hold out few instant and, with my knees pushed back by the slope of my mind, I watched in awe as it parted my sensible kitty and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my whole eubstance spasm with each brawny jab which were pounding my tiny frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a holla and his last push went bass inside me as I felt his hammer pulsation and stretching as he unloaded his globe into my felicitous, saturated hole.


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


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


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


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


trick kissed my pry and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this aphrodisiac ‘ target'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 day I had to go back to my convention living and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, first get together, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both consider with that.


We lay there, until the laws of physics deemed his prick easy enough to plop out of me and an quick menses of rich total of fluids started to trickle from me. With a great deal screwing up of my face for comedic result, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bath. I had a pee and used some more of my wet rub to clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the first sentence. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a coke job, my favourite contribution of arousal ! No affair, I'd make that up to him at some point and turn up to him that I hadn't lied about my strong point in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, privy had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to go up under with him. I didn't need a indorsement invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his breast hair as we chatted. It felt so easygoing, so comfortable and natural, not like it should for individual you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his right hand was on my backrest or my bum as he held me close up, while his result hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some point, we must take in drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the tint over the window wasn't as light so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow joint and Looked over trick's liberal features. His fuzz was greying at the temples which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his breast too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, cypher wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grin appear on his face as his eyelid fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious facial expression said,"We have a problem !"


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


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


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


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


In no clip at all, we were stood together under the unassailable flow of water but, au naturel bodies, roaming hand and piles of soap usually adds up to an erecting ! Today was no dissimilar and with John's caressing of every section of my body under the pretext of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger's breadth in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was time to rectify the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my articulatio genus in front of his dick. It was free of soap by now and this was my first proper come together up scene. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the huge pass with its flared sharpness were perfective tense for stimulating a pussy 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 foremost three inch and noticed that bathroom had took hold of the rails as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to stopping point too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the last two age of their human relationship. I decided to move forward with my party spell and I moved slightly more than of his dick into my back talk, testing the back of my throat. He was a little 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 proud of the soft whine from John the Evangelist as I pushed forward and my horn in pushed hard into his pubic pearl and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full moon seven inches to re-emerge from my mouth as I held eye contact with a very glad man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the pass with my throat muscularity, I snaked my knife out to tease his balls. His groan were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn't take much convincing and began obtuse but prospicient 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 hired man on the beam of light and my lingua all around the head and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly gravid burden in my backtalk. He tasted really undecomposed and I gulped down every drop, finishing his delicacy with the gentlest of kisses as his sensitivity was at its peak.


I stood up to the fond possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the honorable ... .. the best blowjob ... ..the best blowjob ever ... .. You are ama ... .. you are FUCKING amazing ! Thank you so, so a good deal !"


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, St. John the Apostle handed me a big, 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 bedroom, I asked if he'd brain getting it for me. I hung my towel on the track, found the hairdryer and as common, I started thinking about food and the restaurant I'd passed over the final few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the human race of intellectual nourishment so I yelped when a big hired hand grabbed my bum.


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


My hair was still a little moistness but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the sleeping accommodation and put my guinea pig onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is U.K.'s biggest supermarket ) and asked privy to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


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


Still naked, I put my hired hand on my hips and drew myself up to my wide 5 foot 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my vintage cheddar high mallow and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


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


As I started to break up out dress, I called through to the kitchen,"guesswork what I forgot to compact from my other grammatical case ?"


bathroom returned to the sleeping accommodation and was flying to be the double-dyed host,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage Armerican cheddar now !"


I gave him my proficient evil face,"OK then smarty pants, where is your breeches drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my articulatio humeri and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that theme will celebrate your thinker occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


John shook his straits in despair and walked out of the room, groaning and bent image to judge the point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a white vest top, not too tight or revealing and a denim chick which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to front squeamish for John. He whistled as I came into the aliveness way so, in order to cue him, I spun around, hitched up my doll and wiggled my raw bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


He involuntarily licked his backtalk,"OK isn't really the the right way full term ! And it sure enough tastes better than any nutrient we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his smart reply and we headed out to eat. His comment about the food we may eat were very legal injury ! We arrived at a office called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to look at from outside, but inside was a whole different narrative with every bulwark, death chair and table painted with vibrant picture show and scene. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the nutrient was incredible. We took our time between track and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an unenviable yawn.


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


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


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


The restaurant wasn't far from John Lackland's house so we soon back, being greeted by an shake Marvin who could smack the scraps we'd brought back. trick asked if I'd like a warm up chocolate before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the sleeping room, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two items of wearable and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the unsound possible house node, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must consume been a full few minute later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that toilet was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck, 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 minuscule and I woke lav 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 big guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. naught beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even dependable, as I was about to find out at around 10am the watch over morning.


The first sensation I was cognizant of was two fingers, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to take in a morning kiss and no sooner than out mouth met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the full 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 tone of being so fully of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his hands caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the strokes grew in length. I'd been with this man for to a lesser extent than 24 hours but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made erotic love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his cover, never missing a throw. He then gripped my hips, spread my pegleg and started to recoil me as he raised his hip joint, thrusting his meat into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his weapon system tightly as my climax hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my muscularity gave in completely and his thrust took on a new importunity, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My culmination grew even greater and I'm sure the neighborhood could listen my yells quite clearly as I begged him to number inside me, and in a twelve More plunges, John's organic structure dissolved into muscle spasm as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting stead and lavatory was still slacken fucking me and with each push, I felt the hold out microseism of my climax and I sighed my contentment.


"goodness morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the full alarm clock ever !"


John kissed the rachis of my head,"dependable daybreak, sexy Lady ! Well it seemed like the most ordered way to wake up you up and look at 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 !"


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


I turned my forefront and gave him a tenacious, soft kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf whistle from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my teeth and as I was about to leave the lavatory, I noticed a pallid blue shirt hanging on the cover of the doorway. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my musing in the mirror. Even I knew that there is niggling as sexy as a humble little girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the chamber confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a pretender panicky voice. It had the desired effect and can climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a crapper 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, loose at the battlefront, gave a full view of my naked trunk. He sighed heavily.


"Any probability you can just wear this today ?"


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


whoremaster gave a military greeting, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, happy couplet, talking about everything and zip. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English language someone loves ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy Baron Verulam, a short cheddar and a plash of brown 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 ready while I put everything into the dish washer. By the time I'd wiped all of the surfaces down, he was ready, dressed in blue trunks and a jersey that showed his all-inclusive chest of drawers off nicely. I gave him a spry kiss and went to dress myself.


To give myself a little deferred payment, I'd managed to pack quite a few outfits into my smaller bag but John the Evangelist's comments and light love life of my wearing his shirt, well it made my choice easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a yearn rag of melt off cotton but it's actually a work shirt with no push. At the front though, there are long pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a chill looking shirt with a seeable gap between the chest and material which shows the shape of your boobs, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for girlfriend with darker nipples, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my mamilla are often swooning but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very sexy top ! I added my denim boxers which don't show off my bum cheek. Well, I wanted to look sexy but I didn't want to bet like a cheap tramp ! I finished the turnout with a uncomplicated twain of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the living room, Gospel According to John gasped at my rig and immediately caressed my knocker through the top.


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


As any girl will separate you, compliments don't get tire and we can state when they are for existent ! I was well-chosen with ‘ ass, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A abruptly driving later and we were walking, hand in hand, through Irvine parkland. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to central Park, pitiful guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Mungo Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the masses were well-disposed. Hmmm maybe I should set about the Wisconsin tourist board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this narration ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, majuscule few 60 minutes in the park and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused much mirthfulness to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating vast ice creams and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm gladiolus you asked !"I said in a ‘ issue of fact'tone and I reached into my purse and pulled out a minor piece of newspaper 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 speech ? There's only a wine maker out there ... .."His voice drifted off.


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


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


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


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


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


John the Evangelist seemed more than happy to indulge my illusion although he did manoeuver out that we'd be going into a stead where women rarely went and there would probably be other guys in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nonentity else would see and he was 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 secernate you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop class. I had reclined my prat and stripped naked in gild to switch my rig. The drawers were white, rolled up hem and very lightweight while the top was a shining blue, cotton jersey which was a crop top but much to a lesser extent revealing than my electric 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 bawd ! I packed my other apparel away just as we pulled into the car green at the rear of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my vein. I felt so excited and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that whoremonger, at this point, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to know he'd get laid it !


In earned a smack to my bum from John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a terrible American language accent to ask,"You got fourth, buddy ?"Note to self, don't use a cockamamie accent !


OK, confession fourth dimension here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a back route of Wisconsin. Each prison term I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two cat skulking around the DVD division, not even daring to count at the bold young Lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop domain, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little nervous but had already anticipated the first question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


I already had my passport in my script 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 metre here ! Cabins are through the curtain, you'll demand quarter !"I smiled at this and looked at St. John with a ‘ told you so'feel on my face.


He handed over a ten dollar invoice and took his fistful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtain sphere, neither of us making eye contact with the set of oculus following us but both aware of some quite crude comments being directed our way.


We walked through the mantle into a long, darker way with glass cabinets, full of videodisc down the left paries and around eight cabins on the right field. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at first glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their threshold were closed. John dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a Whitney Young, grandiloquent and blond guy going into the elbow room future doorway. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was nimble to slue the bolt, muttering under his breathing time,"poop, I know what animals at the zoo tone like !"


I quickly placed our grip into the street corner and took the quarters from John, putting them onto the little shelf above the coin one-armed bandit. As I fed about dozen of the coins into the slot, I had a quick look about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entrance was a big, flat TV screen and in the midsection of the room which was about eight base square, was a two-seater couch, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it easier to make clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit foul but I was already in the zone, horny as hell on earth and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A quick grope at Saint John's shorts said he was Sir Thomas More than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the vista with Sky in Holly's story, I was pretty particular about the smut movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a fille, tied up and taking a stark nooky. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my supercilium at St. John the Apostle and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and avidity for fun stopped me from noticing a hollow in the left manus wall. I had no idea that some cabins had mess 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 next cubicle 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 role playing mood and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the rampart with the door. This gave us quite a big outer space and unbeknown to me at the time, a much skilful view for our peeping Tom !


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


I grinned wildly at first, never realising that he'd be so dependable at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous girlfriend mode'and tried to labour him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to spite you !"


John knew we were being watched so he chose his next intelligence carefully,"Too fucking late, whore ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting footling ass is mine !"


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


"Too late, kick !"And with that, John grabbed the neck opening of my shirt and in one Gustavus Franklin Swift movement and the sound of ripping fabric, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rags to the base, he took hold of the sash of my shorts and did the Saame, despite my decrepit protests.


I stood, trying to encompass my nudeness, pleading for indulgence but as I spoke, lav kicked off his shorts and pulled his T-shirt over his caput. I feigned shock as his hard, angry cock led him back to me and he slapped my munition away, revealing myself to him. He tried to osculate me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my head to face him and forced me to snog him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his knee and push two digit straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, unclean jest,"You're a lie down kick too ! You fucking bang this ! Look how wet your puss is !"And with that he pulled his fingers from me and wiped them on my lips."You're fucking gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly crouch 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 quick doubtfulness, checking I was sanction but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my pussy and God it felt good. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to block off but this played rightfulness into his hired hand and where he wanted this persona period of play to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his words,"What the piece of tail ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na maintain moaning ... ... .. I'd better filling ... ... that harlot lip ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the fucking I was getting, it truly couldn't be break and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to have his cock forced down my throat and, as an eager peter sucker I was set up to oblige while staying in persona but, as he rammed his cock abode, he lifted me by my hip joint and swung me xc degrees to my allow for, I reached for the wall to preserve me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first position of the foot square toes yap and I was face to face with a slim, eight in stopcock. My jolt was real and when John barked at me to suck it, I was genuinely flash-frozen, staring at this quite impressive tool before me.


lav slapped my bum, quite grueling and it stung,"Shut yer crying and suction that putz, tramp !"


I decided on cruel payback for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in front line of me, fully down my pharynx and held it there. John groaned at the mountain and pumped even harder, knowing how good the closed book guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my olfactory organ was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubic region. I could hear the guy on the early slope, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, lavatory ordered him to ‘ fuck that mouthpiece honest !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was Pres Young and I didn't expect him to last too long but it was a dear, xx thrusts from John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his come into my mouth. It was bitter and impregnable so I spat it on the trading floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my chief, another, belittled cock was in front of me and I went to breastfeed him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in indorsement he shot his load all over my face. It was then that I saw three bent of eyes watching me through the hole and a hand came through to roughly snaffle at my bosom as another turncock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, harder than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two mitt now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in front of my typeface. It felt amazing ! I trusted trick to keep me dependable and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to come inside me and my own sexual climax was reaching an epic acme so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the tardy cock into my mouth. My orgasm hit me hard and my ramification and sleeve began to heave but trick caught me and held tight as he gave his last three driving force and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated snatch. As his spurts began, the hammer in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a minuscule but I didn't choke as his seed went straight down, missing my mouth for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a final smear of cum trailed along my tongue to result me a very pleasant, last taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to break free of the roaming hands on my chest and whoremonger lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the look of the first guy appeared at the hollow and beckoned me forward. I thought the use free rein was over but Saint John the Apostle had other ideas. He pushed me to the hole, spread my leg and pressed his body against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and medium from my enormous coming so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the natural language which plunged into my trap but john held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a footling so his re-hardening hammer was pressed between my bum buttock, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back, calling him every figure under the sun and this just made him hard, faster. When he started to slew even lower berth, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arsehole and as soon as he did, voices from the other side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be clean, 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 biz so I yelled,"shag SLOWLY !"And he took the hint. He stopped for a present moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four meter before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this percentage point, I was in a stupor as my expert puss licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed St. John starting his fucking motion as my whole body was in receptive overburden as I was pinned to the paries, tits squashed flatcar and both yap being completely used. I moaned loudly and my solid consistency shook as the monumental orgasm took cargo deck. My arse muscles clamped hard on John's cock and he planted his entire load, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, reel me around and offered my rear end to the hole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my dazed state, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my head to see my blond Quaker, stretching his tongue to my battered bum hole. I quivered in whoremaster's arms, unable to move but after a arcminute or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guys, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the hollow and slid the settle to block it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both maw leaking and was now aware of the load of come on my typeface, now dripping onto my dope. I looked at privy and we both started laughing like crazy so I put my weapon 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 gratify, I tried to remember when I'd even had more exciting sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


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


John was the first gear to speak as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your penning but, I don't remember that aspect being as hot in the fib !"


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


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


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


St. John paused and became life-threatening for a present moment,"So, there'll be a next clip ?"


I had expected this interrogative sentence and in truth, I didn't know the result but, I wasn't going to destroy the sound day of my sexual life so I replied with confidence,"You bet your liveliness there'll be a following time !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in Harlan F. Stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off back to his house.


It was former evening when we arrived at the house and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially matter to in the sense of smell from our private parts ! Canis familiaris have no manners ! We gave him his snuggle, John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this meter, just gentle caresses, reciprocal washing and a great many candy kiss. He did get operose in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to expect until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


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


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


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


"Yeah !"


I put my crank down and turned into the gentlest of buss, perfect tense for the moment. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to pull in love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his trunks and felt the solid, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his handwriting stroked up my leg to my au naturel bottom and we groaned softly into each other's oral cavity. I snaked my hand into his shorts to tint his hot tool but after one or two cam stroke, I had to have him in my rima oris. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his stage, pulling his boxers down and off. I was about to incite forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my head, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his thorax as his prick was pressed against my chest. His hands moved automatically to stroke the side of my boobs but couldn't for long as my kiss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his wooden leg and then the tiniest licks and kiss on his shaved bollock. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the replete, Delicious distance of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with flabby flicks around the pulsing head and when I knew the torment was as capital as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my lips and slue it into my hot oral fissure. I used every bit of experience to pack him to the stature of delight and I took pridefulness 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 movie of my spit and cushy sucking. Finally, when I knew he was on the boundary of coming, I let him plop from my mouth and I crawled up his pectus, kissing all the way to his lips. He held me fold, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most sincere Holy Writ I could experience used.


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


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his blazon, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my leg and keeping hold of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was deliberate to support his weight on his arms but, as he came closer I took a hold of his turncock and directed him to my wet hole. In a stark contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the best kind of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so a good deal maintenance for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every stroke was long, total and deep, hitting every brass inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken thinking. We were as close as we could ever be and to make trusted, I wrapped my branch around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable thrust. I was exquisitely on the sharpness of an orgasm from very early on and for the first time in my life, I actually shed respective rip 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 understand tears 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 side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a tidings, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only add up around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the adjacent day. I sensed that this would be the last clip we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be able to feel the Lapp as I did now. For now though, I was well-chosen and Gospel According to John seemed more than happy too. That was sufficiency and I held my fan as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual dreams


The mood in the daybreak was, to St. John's credit, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of pertly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about body of work of all things and it seemed like a squeamish end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was prison term for me to teach him how to make the world's Charles Herbert Best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ formula garb'of Saint John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a lode of mushroom cloud and bacon while I whisked up eight testicle with common salt, white pepper and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added lots of the time of origin cheddar and John confessed that the olfactory property alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John the Divine refilled our coffee berry cups and we sat at the dinner table. needle to say, it was bloody near, 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 leave, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary caustic remark of saying that it would deliver water. The humour was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a little aroused. I think we'd both thought that last night was the last-place sex but John the Evangelist broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his tongue into my snatch. His manpower pulled me closer to his nerve and explored my bum with finger teasing my bunghole. I gripped his wet hairsbreadth and allowed myself to drift on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic buff at home. His hands were taking this last opportunity to make memories of my bod and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the outflow of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him work me come in and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling place myself. I made love to his cock with my sass and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no smiles, just a discharge communication, both savouring the last tastes, the last sense of touch and the final act of beloved. Before long, John pulled me to my base and I put my branch around his neck, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his cock pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My ramification wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my forefront in his shoulder as he put my backrest against the shower wall. The strokes were pacify, behind and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a computer storage we could acquire away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were sexual climax which came with suspiration, not screams and when my understructure finally touched the shower tray, we held each other under the flow of water supply, both slaked completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our sense of humour again, washed quickly and exited the exhibitioner in a much better frame of thinker. I dressed in my travel outfit, revealing the Patrick Victor Martindale White lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a pair in the side of meat sack for going menage in. That earned my final spank of the slip and a adult thank you for being assuredness !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could have cut the tension in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a piddling storm that I held back any split. I pulled my chief back and looked at the grave face before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two daylight have been the scoop two solar day ever !"He drew a declamatory breather and was about to stay on but I put a finger to his sassing to stop him. He looked a short suffering, as if the intelligence needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final candy kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


Saint John put my base into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my psyche a little numb and my boss was outside waiting. He put his luggage and the rest of mine in the back and we set off for the airport. I was gladiola of a piffling normality, hearing of his atrocious failures on the golf game row and it was just enough to countervail my sorrowfulness of leaving. I was sealed that my boss had detected something damage but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talking when I was gear up. We had a drink in the loss sofa and before too long I was taking my tooshie by a window on the carpenter's plane. If anybody outside of that planer could see in through the window of seat 15A as the aeroplane roared down the rails, they'd have seen the boldness of a vernal lady, and a single bout, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .