I've been single for two years now. And you know, I don't miss sex with other people anymore. I love sprawling across the width of the bed while I sleep, I like that my wands and vibrators never lie, never forget my birthday, I like that my fingers do everything a cock would do... and so much more.

But the most erotic part of me is my mind. The best sex happens in my head. And because sex happens in my head, intelligence turns me on. And when I hear a story about smart women—occasionally smart men—I get all excited. I create my own world of pleasure. I like to listen to stories, and when I do, the most amazing things can happen.

I do it right—nice lingerie, my lounger on the patio, a drink, a cigarette, headphones in, and relax.

"Vita had come, driving her blue Austin over the chalky roads across the Downs. I had waited two long years for this day. I truly thought I would never see her again, and now she was standing on the doorstep of my house on the coast. The fact that she had simply turned up, unannounced, uninvited, showed me that she considered herself above everyone else. Demanding, arrogant, knowing she could have me as she wished. Because she could. I had thought of her every day, just as I had when I was a young girl in Cranbrook. And my thoughts returned to the day we first met.

I kept thinking of the lady from the old castle, in her tweed trousers and canvas boots, so different from the women I knew. She came from an aristocratic family, was confident and intelligent, creative and wrote poetry. She was everything I wanted to be but never would be. I thought of her when I Lying in bed. My hand moved beneath the covers, my fingers explored the places between my legs. I enjoyed doing this, even though I'd always been taught it was wrong and would lead me to hell. When I thought of the lady, I noticed myself getting wet inside and how the movements of my fingers gave me pleasure. I knew nothing about myself. I still had so much to learn. But I knew it couldn't be wrong to desire another woman. One day, I wrote a poem, folded it carefully, put it in an envelope, and went to the castle. I decided that if I ever lost my courage, I would pretend I'd come to inquire about a maid's job.

I walked through a gate into the garden. On a hot summer day, there was no one in sight. I heard a noise from the shed where the pots were kept. There she was, standing in her boots and gardening gloves, smelling of earth and nature. I held the envelope tightly in my pocket.

She interrupted her Work and looked at me.

"Hello," she said.

"Good morning, Ma'am," I stammered. I approached her, then, I don't know why, I fell to my knees, put my arms around the tops of her boots, and said,

"Ma'am, I love you, I adore you."

I began kissing the leather part of the boots that encased her feet. Intoxicated by the leather, the earthy scent of the garden, and the smell of my own arousal, I began to sob.

She lifted my head and smiled.

"I have a poem for you," I said.

"Go into my study," she said, handing me a key, "and wait for me there. Take off your clothes. You'll feel much more comfortable that way."

"My clothes, Ma'am?"

"Your clothes. A woman is always most beautiful naked."

I stood naked in front of her desk, which was crammed with papers, and the ashtray overflowed with cigarette butts. Literature and sex, that was what I wanted. Nothing more.

Vita came in and asked me to take off her boots. I carefully untied the laces, tenderly kissing each eyelet, and gently removed the boots. Vita didn't wait for me – she quickly took off her breeches, and soon I was looking at her genitals.

"You will never see anything more beautiful. This is more beautiful than all the flowers in my garden." She lay back, spread her legs, and invited me closer. "It is a flower, the most beautiful of all flowers. Smell it."
I hesitated, but couldn't resist. As my nose approached, I smelled a woman's arousal for the first time.

She placed her hand on the back of my head and gently pushed my face into her crotch. I knew I had to satisfy her, and my tongue darted back and forth like a snake's, as if slurping the air. She took a finger, opened the vulva, and invited me inside. What a taste it was—sour, salty, sweet. I began to lick, first quickly, then slowly, while the warmth of her body made my face glow. I took my time. I wanted this to last forever.

"Next time I'll pleasure you," Vita said. "Come tomorrow at eleven o'clock."

The next day, my nerves failed me. I sat on my bed and cried. I lay down and howled in pain. She certainly wouldn't forgive me...

The story ends suddenly. I don't care. I continue—imagining myself sitting with Vita in the back seat of the Austin, brown leather warmed by the Kent sun. She's fully clothed, wearing gardening trousers, brown lace-up boots, her hair cut short. She turns away, and I see a square, almost masculine jaw. God, I desire this woman. I push two fingers inside, work my clitoris harder, and make myself come. I gasp and suppress a scream that might be heard beyond the high hedge.

I lie back, pick up a cigarette, and am about to light it.

"Take one of mine."

I jump and turn over on my lounger. She's standing in front of me, holding out a pack of unfiltered cigarettes.

"Vita... I mean, My Lady?"

She ignores the question.

"These have more flavor, you'll see."

"I don't know... I mean, I usually only smoke filter cigarettes."

"But you have one for me, right?"

She holds out the pack again and lights one. I take a deep drag and cough as the tarry, unfiltered smoke fills my lungs. I feel dizzy.

"I'm not used to this. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She smiles.

"Are you smoking one?"

"In a minute. But we need to talk."

"Talk?"

"You always overhear when I meet pretty young girls. And you're always jerking off."

"Sorry," I say, feeling my courage rise. "Is that wrong?"

"Are you dreaming about us?"

"Well, I suppose I am—about one of you, anyway."

"And which one of us is that?"

"You." I blush and lower my gaze. I hardly dare to consider her reaction.

"You flatter me. There are people who think I look too masculine. Do you think I look masculine?"

I take a drag on the cigarette and blow out the smoke slowly.

"I think you're beautiful."

"But beautiful in a masculine way? Is that what attracts you?"

"Yes," I say quietly.

"Or is it because I'm widely known as gay?"

"That too. I mean, I've never been with a woman; I've only ever been with men."

"There's nothing wrong with men. I'm married. I have a son."

"I know, I..."

"But I tend to prefer the female body."

"I'd like to... you know, with a woman."

"I have no doubt about it."

"In the back seat of your car, in a field somewhere."

"I really don't think I..."

"I want to kiss your boots."

"I'm afraid you'll be a rather demanding lover."

"But please, can we?"

"We can and we will."

I finish the cigarette and throw the butt in the ashtray. Vita takes out a new one.

"I'll be back when I've finished my tryst with my young admirer. But before I leave, I want to taste you."

She takes the cigarette in her left hand and spreads my labia with the fingers of her right hand. She pushes the cigarette into my soaking wet vagina. I moan as she moves it in and out. She pulls it out, and I gasp with pleasure.

She lights it, takes a drag, and hands it to me.

"Smoke and taste for yourself. You are quite delightful. I will enjoy our lovemaking very much. But I have to return to a story with a young lady who adores me very much. And so will you."

She turns and leaves. I don't see where she went. I take a drag on the cigarette before inserting the unlit end into my slit. I grip it with my muscles and pull, making it glow red before exhaling the smoke. I do this twice before taking a final drag. I push them out and put the headphones back on. The story has started all over again.

"You tried to escape me, but I always get what I want. I heard you left Cranbrook and moved to the coast. It took me two years to find you. Did you think about me, masturbate to me every day, fuck against the sheets, your clitoris swell and slap against your panties until you screamed in frustration, long for me the way that slut listening to us naked in her backyard longs for me? Did you?"

I blush at the sound of it and massage my clitoris even more furiously. Yes, I'm a slut, but so what? Vita is a stuck-up cow with her upper-class entitlement. But she will be mine. Even if I worship her, I will bring her down. She will kneel before me and worship my cunt.

"You make me willing, you are so cruel, sometimes I think you're using me."

I said nothing more as Vita pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Her right hand cupped my head and held it tight, while her left hand searched for the waistband of my skirt and began to push it down my thigh. She put her hand inside my panties and felt for my clitoris, my precious bud, held in her beautiful hand.

She began to rub it, slowly at first, then faster and faster, and when I moaned, she slid a finger into my cunt, which was now completely wet. She kissed me again and quickly brought me to orgasm.

I quickly stood up and went outside. I squinted as I stared into the hot sun, undressed, and put on the loose cotton dress I'd left on the bench. I plucked a stem from the dark pink foxglove that was nodding in the breeze next to the doorpost and tied it in my hair like a garland. The dress fluttered in the soft, warm breeze, occasional gusts from the sea lifting it and exposing my needy pussy. I wanted her so badly. She looked terrified as I walked back into the house. I fell to my knees before her and kissed the ground.

"You are the poison of my soul."

I took a bluebell from my hair and handed it to Vita.

"The poison and decay I cannot resist, the poison I need."

I took another flower and placed it at her feet.

"Press this flower, my darling, and write on the leaf: 'For the soul I have poisoned with desire.'"

I took the garland from my head and shook my hair.

"I am yours, I am she whose soul you have poisoned with desire, forever. I wish no healing."

I laid my head on the floorboards and moved it further to caress Vita's brown lace-up boots. I lifted my head slightly and kissed them. I kissed them again, trailing kisses up the tops of the boots, licking them clean and tasting the blessed soil of Sissinghurst on my tongue, my tongue almost as blessed as the grass and gravel that crunched beneath Vita's soles as she worked in the garden—as she created beauty through hard work, as sweat stained her blouses. And didn't I love, on one of the rare nights she was alone, to sleep in one of those boots, free to be with Vita. I sunk my tongue lovingly into the soft leather, licking and kissing until I reached the toe.

Vita leaned back and unbuttoned her breeches, pulling them down to reveal her unshaven cunt, a riot of curly hair I could plunge into and lose track of time, wandering alone in its darkening shadow, climbing the slopes of her mound, overhanging the labia as if reaching the crest of a mountain—no, a volcano, a volcano that closed like a shell, preserving the sticky secrets of its crater.

I could happily lie down here and die.

My fingers spread Vita's lips, and the shell opened to reveal its pearl. I dipped in to touch it, with my tongue, a little inside to taste the sweet acidity—honey and vinegar, honey and vinegar. I knew that one day Vita would leave me, had to leave me, so I licked and caressed her greedily, and soon Vita was moaning, and with a few gentle licks on her clitoris, she was brought to the edge. I knew I couldn't let her come too easily.

Vita moaned again.

"More. More, kiss me there, there."

She placed her finger on her clitoris, but I gently removed it.

"My Lady Sackville-West will come when I say so."

I surprised myself with this assertiveness, but I made her wait, seasoning the pleasure with suffering. And waited she did. Vita writhed and moaned. I stroked her clitoris again, very gently, to keep her on the edge and torment her even more. Vita moaned again, but this time in pain and frustration. Then I took pity on her and dove in to retrieve the pearl that was Vita's pleasure. I rubbed my face in her hair and then licked Vita's clitoris greedily and quickly until she came with a scream.

"Oh, thank you, my beautiful, thank you!"

I looked up, fixed my gaze on Vita, and said:

"You know I belong to you, belong to you forever and ever, and you treat me cruelly, you humiliate me, you make me feel worthless, do you know that? Like a pathetic little puppy, craving its mistress's attention and using all sorts of tricks to win it. But you know that only makes her want you more. And when I can't be with you, I'll write a poem every day, just for you."

I took a piece of paper out of my bra, unfolded it, and began to read.

When angels fail and faith

fails. When friends

betray me and I'm alone,

you are there.

When I'm an ugly duckling,

when I hate my body, when I

could cut myself in disgust,

you are there

to tell me I'm beautiful. am.

When I kneel to kiss my lover's boot,

humiliate myself, feel unworthy of love,

you are

there for me. In the silence of the night,

When I put my pain into words,

words that are always meant for you,

you are there.

If there is a heaven,

And I pray so much that it does,

we will still make love.

You will be there.

The story ends. I haven't come yet, I continue to work my clitoris while imagining my poem being read to her, this is my poem to her, my poem, my poem...

I will write for her, I must. She comes to me, she comes as she promised, with all her arrogance, her contempt, but she can use me as he wants, she can use me, my cunt is hers, my tongue is at her service, she...

Another vision of the boots, wet from the floor of Sissinghurst, held up for me to lick, and I come, my head filling with visions of beautiful gardens, of flowers shading the sun, of bees crawling into the spotted bells of their foxgloves.

A poem, a poem.

I have a notepad on the plastic garden table. I push a finger inside myself and mark the page with my juices. I kiss it, I rub it against my clitoris. I come again. I take a pen and start writing.

But writing is so hard. The blank page is like the agony of trimming the edges. I want to, I can't, I must, I must. I scream. I light a cigarette, pour myself a drink, and turn around in my chair, kneel, and rub myself against the cushion of the backrest.

"A poem, a poem, let me write a poem for you!"

Faster, faster, the ideas come, and I furiously write down everything that comes to mind. I don't worry about rhymes, line breaks, or assonance, all those things I never learned, just words, words, words. And each one for her.

I put the paper down. I'm so tired. I think about my bed, about the toys I keep in my nightstand.

I hear a car driving down the road, an old car, I think, based on the sputtering chug of the engine. I peer through the hedge. The car is blue, and I can smell the old car scent, oil and gasoline, hot metal and leather.

My God, the smell of leather, her leather! I'm wet. I am hers. She will be mine.

The End

"Cheers," we both say at the same time, and our glasses clink together.
Katy thirstily knocks back another rum and coke and this time manages to get it into her mouth.
She'd spilled half of the last glass down her top while dancing because she was so busy swaying her hips to the blaring music that she hadn't noticed she was completely soaked.
And I was so busy watching her hips that I didn't notice either. Until I saw her nipples, pert and wet, poking through her T-shirt.
We burst out laughing, her cheeks flushing a little, her looking equally awkward and horny. Then she grinned at me wickedly before throwing her wet shirt on the floor. That's why she was sitting here in just her yellow wellies, her breasts hanging out, roasting marshmallows. I can't say I'm complaining, quite the opposite—I'm very happy admiring her divine nipples.
She has such beautiful breasts, just like I always imagined, but I never imagined they would be so heavenly.
Now it's starting to get colder, and her nipples are getting even more magnificent.
This camping trip is starting to feel like a good idea.
The chemistry between us is really starting to ignite, just like the campfire.
The mood had been heating up for some time, and that energetic, delicious feeling of butterflies in my stomach was getting stronger by the minute.
It all started a few months ago.
We'd been talking about going to a festival at the office for ages. COVID had put a stop to such fun events, and we were both getting fed up.
So I bought us tickets to Kofee in the Park.
We went out to party after work. It was such a fun evening. We already had the festival spirit in our veins, we were so ready to party, it was incredible.
The club was pretty packed; people hadn't danced in so long that the pent-up energy in the room was almost tangible.
On the dance floor, people's bodies twisted and moved together in circles, circling to the garage beats, their bodies almost like migratory birds, all moving together to the rhythm of the music.

Our eyes met as we were both lost in the sounds of an epic song. We'd been dancing for quite a while. I didn't want to leave, but I desperately needed to go to the bathroom.
"I'm just going to the bathroom," I mouthed.
"I'm coming with you," Katy called over the noise of the music.
We were both pretty drunk and had tingling nipples.
We made it to the restrooms and practically tripped over each other, due to both the slippery floor and tingling nipples.
We were so close that our bodies almost touched, just for a second, our eyes met. I'm sure we could both feel it; I just knew deep down that she felt the same way; we almost made out.
If Darlene hadn't burst through the door from the office at a crucial moment, I would have pressed Katy against the wall with my hot body. It wasn't necessarily Darlene's fault—bad timing and the floor being really slippery—but if she hadn't interrupted, my mouth would probably be hungrily on Katy's by now.
And since that evening, the chemistry between us has simply grown, the banter has become more flirtatious, and work has definitely become a more fun place.
We don't sit next to each other, but whenever we have the chance, we seem to be drawn to each other like a magnet.
For example, we always use the copier at the same time.
And of course, at lunchtime, always at the right time and usually alone. We meet in our small office kitchen; that magnetic feeling in my pussy is strong.
My pussy always throbs when I see her walking toward me, and I fumble with everyday things, like putting bread in the toaster.
Damn, she's an amazing woman. Her energy is so confident; when she walks down the hallway, she doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks of her. I find this aspect of her so hot and very inspiring.
Since I only recently came out, this all still feels very new. And I love it. It's all so exciting and fresh and sexy and smells good. Women's bodies smell so different from men's bodies.
Like toasted marshmallows and the scent of a campfire.
I remember one particular lunch when our bodies were once again in close contact.
"Hello you," she purred, turning on the kettle with a practiced motion.
My clit twitched at the thought of it being on the end of those fingers. I could practically feel her breath on my leg as she bent down to get the milk from the small fridge.
I'm sure I turned white as her face moved closer to my crotch and the blood rushed to my pussy.
I was so tempted to bury my hands in her hair, pull my skirt up around my waist, and pull her mouth to my juicy, wet pussy.
I was wearing stockings—it would have been so damn hot. I'm sure she could smell my love juice, she was that close.
That whole scene caused so much pleasure in my body that I almost fell to my knees. Even now, as I reminisce...
She took the milk from the fridge and turned around, slowly looking my body up and down. She reached my eyes and winked mischievously, as if she could read my mind, or maybe she was thinking the same thing.
We may not be at a festival, but that doesn't mean we can't party and have fun.
I pierce the marshmallows and hold them over the fire, letting the flames play with the sweet flesh and watching the skin change color.
I know I need to treat them with a delicate touch. Too rough and they'll burn.
I take it from the flame as it begins to caramelize... mmm.
I blow seductively on the marshmallow and wink at Katy.
"Look at this!" I exclaim with delight as I nibble on it with relish.
Katy crouches down next to me, our arms touching, our skin tingling with electricity.
She sits down and begins to toast her own.
The music is blaring, and Katy and I are having our own private party, all by ourselves. It's heavenly.
I shuffle over so she can get closer to the fire. My legs are getting really hot next to the flames anyway, but it's a good excuse to get closer to her.
She holds her marshmallow up to the heat, flirting with the flames, her white skin turning a delicious golden brown.
She holds it out of the flames and blows on it.
Giggling and laughing, she tries to eat it, covering her face with the sticky mess.
The air practically crackles as I lean forward and lick the sweet mess from her mouth.
I've been looking forward to this so much and dreaming of this moment for so long that my pussy reflects this excitement, already wet and throbbing like the bass music.
It tastes so delicious.
"Damn, that felt good."
Katy spits out her marshmallow, leaving more melted sugar sticking to her cheeks.
"Help me!" she pleads dramatically.
No need for encouragement. I'm in there like a cat devouring its prey.
Passion surges through my body as my fingers tangle in Katy's hair, pulling her head to the side and exposing her neck. I hum loudly as I begin to lick and nibble the creamy sugar from her skin.
We fall onto the blanket.
It's not just the sugar that makes me want to rush—her scent fills my senses, her soft skin on my lips makes my vagina quiver and throb.
I press my legs together and clamp my clit between my thighs, as I've done so many times in my dreams.
I can feel the wetness between my legs, and it's so good. The desire for her mouth to envelop my vagina and drink my juices drives me crazy.
It's so good to be under the stars, by the fire, music blaring, pussies throbbing.
We kiss. Hard, wet, and hungry.
Our soft lips slap against each other, collide, and smother in passionate embraces.
My shirt opens, revealing my breasts spilling out. They want to join the party—to be sucked, held, and squeezed.
I push her back onto the blanket and move down her body, my hot breasts pressing against hers, our bodies moving as one.
Our hearts dance side by side in our chests as we lie skin to skin, the pulsing and fluctuating energy between us dancing like fireworks.
Her body moves beneath me, longing for my touch—oh, how long I've waited for this moment.
I breathe in gratefully and contentedly.
Once again, I'm all over her body, covering her with caresses and kisses, my passion oozing from every pore.
I run my hands over her smooth skin, and she trembles beneath my touch.
Her peachy ass fits comfortably in my hand as I pull her to me, so desperate to press my pussy against hers, pulsing desire coursing through me.
My breathing becomes hot, uneven.
I move down her body, kissing her stomach, down the line of her groin, which makes her squirm even more.
I rip off her panties. I bury my face between her legs. I cover myself in her juices, licking her pussy, the soft skin feeling like velvet on my face, my lips kissing her labia, it feels incredible.
My heart is racing, my pussy is throbbing, I've been waiting for this moment, now it's here, I can hardly believe it.
I press my mouth to her exposed vagina and suck on her clitoris while she squirms, pushing herself into my face, bucking her hips up to meet me, while I tongue and lick her delicious flower.
She's starting to get really excited, her breathing becoming uneven. I don't want her to come too quickly, so I pull away and take a deep breath.
Giggling and sighing, we make eye contact, and her head falls back in pleasure.
I take my time, slowly licking her vagina like a cat with icing—all over my face.
I quickly flick my tongue, lick my fingers, and coat them with my saliva, then slowly slide them into her pussy. First two fingers, then more and more, as her vagina expands and contracts around them.
I thrust in and out, moving them upward toward her G-spot in a motion that leads to orgasm.
She moves up and down on my hand, making me even hornier.
Her warm cum drips down my hand, and her G-spot feels like a velvet button—a magical pad that possesses magical powers.
We kiss and make intense eye contact as I fuck her harder and deeper.
Her G-spot swells and throbs at my touch. I widen my hand and release the pressure to delay her orgasm. I change position, pulling on her lips and rolling my finger over her tight asshole.

Everything is covered in her wet juices,
everything begging to be filled.

I plunge into her vagina as she writhes on my hand, her muscles clenching and tightening around my fingers, and she pushes my head back down.

We hold hands tightly as I face-fuck her, thrusting my fist into her, moving my lips back and forth, and licking my tongue while my eyes roll back in my head.
I bury my face in her again and again as she rides my hand. She spreads her legs wide in pleasure, and I lick her slowly, savoring every delicious drop.
She pulls me to her breast, and I understand her cue. I suck her breast into my mouth and play with her nipple, which hardens and tightens.
It's so hot to pleasure Katy, I knew it. My panties are completely soaked with my love juice.
I stick my ass farther in the air, my thong biting nicely into my pussy.
I devour her cunt with my mouth before sliding my fingers in and out of her bare pussy again.
She gasps and whimpers under my touch, her breath catching.
She's so close to cumming now, whimpering as I kiss her, muffling her sounds with my mouth.
We writhe together, kissing passionately as she comes in my arms, her body convulsing against mine.
When she catches her breath, she giggles and her eyes roll in pleasure. Her cheeks are flushed with orgasmic bliss.
"Now it's your turn, baby," she says, bending me over, grabbing my ass and caressing it, lightly slapping my buttocks. She licks me from behind, from my creamy vagina to the tight ring of my asshole.
"Damn, that feels so fucking good."
You can picture it now: I'm on all fours, she's on all fours, pleasuring me from behind. Her face buried in my ass, her kisses so gentle, teasing me with the lightness of her touch.
I push into her, harder, wanting her to bury her face deeper inside me.
I'm filled with ecstasy, her mouth making my entire being vibrate.
She spanks my bottom.
Just a gentle smack, but deep inside, I long for her to leave a red mark on my milky white skin—to make me squirm beneath her hot hand.
She licks my tight ring, runs her tongue over my pussy, and slides her fingers into my lustful cunt, fucks me from behind in the open air, and rims my asshole, which puckers with pleasure.
The fire crackles and the heat of the flames licks our bodies.
I writhe on her fingers, pleasure contorting my face as she thrusts into me again and again.
I wish I'd packed the strap-on dildo, then I would have asked her to fuck me hard with it right there.
Oh well, I guess there's always a next time... because there will be a next time.
I tell her, and she giggles, increases the pressure of her hand, adds more fingers, fists me, stretches my cunt, fucks me harder and deeper and wetter, damn, it feels so good.
My pussy gushes and stretches, her hands glide as she pumps her hand into my hungry, wet hole.
She changes position and clamps her other hand on me from behind—holding me on both sides.
The pressure in my vagina is incredible.
I squeeze my chest, my breasts aching with the need to be touched. She spanks me again.
"Harder," I beg, "spank me harder."
Screaming with pleasure, I come again and again, riding her hand, twisting myself onto her fingers, feeling like my pussy is going to explode.
I turn around and kiss her hard, her, my heart pumping in my chest.
When I look down at her hand, I see it's dripping with my juices. What a hot sight. She sees me looking at her and brings her creamy fingers to my mouth.
I greedily suck my sour-sweet, musky sex juices from her fingers.
Damn, that tastes good.
There's so much lust flowing between us, our nipples hard, our skin hot, our pussies wet.
"Now it's your turn," I say with a mischievous grin.
She spreads her legs and takes a deep breath. The scent of her arousal fills the air. She smells delicious, and that makes me want to drink from her vagina even more.
But I play it cool... more or less.
I sit behind her on the floor, her legs spread in front of the fire, her pussy warmed by the embers.
Her rubber boots are still on, her blonde hair falls down her back; she's so beautiful in this light.

As she snuggles against my body, I play with her as if she were an instrument, two fingers in her wet cunt while I pluck her like a sweet guitar, my fingertips dipping in and out.

She starts making that noise again. That whimpering, I want her to orgasm so badly.
The power and heat in my hand feels immense.
I fuck her harder and deeper. I move my hand and fingers seductively and passionately. She feels amazing on my fingertips.
Our kisses and moans thrum to the rhythm of the music.
She trembles between my legs, shaking as she comes violently, her beautiful face thrown back in ecstasy, her lips full, her eyes rolling in delight.
She pushes her hips up to meet me as she squirts onto my hand, her muscles clenching around me again and again.
We writhe in ecstasy, giggling and looking at each other, all tension between us broken. The chemistry is now open as we kiss deeply.
"Wow, who needs festivals?" Katy says, "when you can have parties like this!"
She takes my hand and leads me to the tent, which is decorated with fairy lights.
We crawl through the door and plop down on the airbed.
"Camping is officially my new favorite thing," I sigh as we giggle and fall over each other as if rolling onto a passionate bed of jelly.
And contrary to the feeling you usually get driving home from a festival, I'm actually excited to be back at the office next week. I'm looking forward to the mischief and fun we can have.
Girls' bathroom breaks seem much more adventurous now!
And then there's the lunch break in the tiny kitchen.
Happy days.
The end

God, her feet ached.
Lili kicked the front door shut behind her, throwing the set of keys on the table and dropping her case and bags on the floor. She sighed, kicking her shoes off, and took in the familiar sight of her hallway, every object suffused in early morning light. Never had she been so grateful to be back, and despite how much her soles were complaining, she’d never been as excited.
She was desperate to see Don again. Not sleeping a wink on the flight would usually have left her feeling tired and stiff, but the anticipation of surprising him had filled her with an extraordinary amount of energy. She had spent her time onboard gazing out of the oval window, any risk of boredom relieved by thinking of him and the moments they had snatched together while she was away, a smile playing on her lips. To the fellow passengers seated around her, Lili was the picture of the high-powered, jet-setting businesswoman—but beneath the sharp suit and cashmere sweater, there was a woman consumed with lust and desire. Her heart had been pounding as she shifted in her seat, squirming as her pussy moistened at the images of sex with Don that drifted teasingly through her mind.
Whenever Lili was out of the country she and Don did their utmost to make sure they spent some quality time together, defying time zones to connect with each other. They talked every day, and indulged in phone or webcam sex if the opportunity presented itself. Lili would buy beautiful underwear that Don had never seen before and packed discreet but powerful sex toys so that he could watch her bringing herself off on screen. She would open her legs wide across the hotel room bed, teasing her nipples and clit as she told Don what she was feeling, and what she would be doing to him, had only he been there with her. Lili’s favourite time had occurred only last week when she had just come out of an afternoon meeting in Manhattan and knew Don would be sitting at home in front of the TV. Nipping into the conference room toilet nearby, Lili had decided to give him something different to watch: her spread pussy, with the gleaming red gel of her nail varnish disappearing in and out of view as she enjoyed some hot female masturbation.
Don had enthusiastically returned the favour, performing some hot male masturbation for Lili to admire and savour. She’d noticed him become granite-hard watching her writhe and arch as she fucked herself deep, listening to her moan in lascivious pleasure. He’d eventually exploded, overcome, and her gasp had echoed round the gleaming walls of the toilet cubicle as hot cum blasted from Don’s prick. Giddy with the dirty thrill of it all Lili had felt her pussy start to pound against the firm aeroplane seat as she immersed herself in the memory, replaying every moment until she felt her breathing thicken… and before she knew it, they were landing.
As she’d walked through Arrivals Lili’s upper thighs lightly grazed her engorged pussy lips, cheekily reminding her that with every step she took she was getting closer to Don.
Lili tiptoed up the stairs so that she didn’t disturb him. She’d left her cases at the door but took a black carrier bag with her, desperate to be naked, to release her breasts from her bra, free her pussy, which was still plump against her panties. Free herself to be looked at and admired by him, free to be touched. Stroked. Taken.
She shrugged her suit off as soon as she reached the bathroom, pulling her sweater over her head and tousling her long blonde hair as she did so. Blowing a stray lock out of her face she unhitched her bra, conscious of the gentle fall of her breasts as they were exposed, and slipped her knickers down her long legs, stepping out of the mound of clothes and leaving them where they lay on the floor. She wanted to have a shower but didn’t want to risk waking Don, so she ran a small pool of water into the basin to freshen herself up. She looked at herself in the mirror, relishing the sight of her naked breasts, and ran cool water over them. Her nipples stiffened even more in response, and she watched the few remaining drops fall from her straining flesh, smiling with satisfaction as she ran her moist hands up her throat and onto her flushed cheeks.
Lili splashed more cool droplets onto her pussy, still hot and swollen. Ready. She gasped at the sudden change of temperature and had to force down an unbidden moan as she stroked herself teasingly, the splash running down the insides of her thighs. She licked her lips at the naughty sensation, imagining Don’s tongue on her legs, tracing upwards to catch the drops, letting them trickle into his mouth. The thought of him never failed to make her body thrum with need. It had been too long, and now he was so close…
She opened the bag that she had brought upstairs with her. A little gift for Don from a little place on Fifth Avenue. She slid on the black panties quickly and then the lace camisole, checking herself in the mirror to make sure she looked as hot for him as she possibly could. She was aware of her breathing getting ragged and willed herself to calm down as she slipped on a black robe and pushed open the door to the bedroom, where Don lay outstretched on his back, an arm cradling his head.
Lili crept to the side of the bed, smiling at Don as he slept. She had been waiting hours—days—for this moment, and her body was alive with desire for him. Sliding the robe from her shoulders, she knelt down beside him, stroking his warm chest and running a trembling hand down his face. His skin was warm beneath her touch and a wave of love broke over her as she gazed at him, unable to take her eyes from his gorgeous face—and then he stirred a little.
A bolt of excitement scissored through her. He was waking up and would soon see she was back. Lili traced her lips lightly across Don’s cheek and down to his mouth, not wanting to spoil the magic of the surprise by startling him awake. Don’s lips parted softly beneath her kissing mouth, then his eyes opened, shining with delighted recognition as he saw Lili above him. Their overjoyed kisses deepened and Lili wove her tongue around his. Don craned his neck up hungrily for more. Her whole body tingled, and instinctively she reached out to stroke his cock beneath the crisp cotton sheet. As she did so, she saw Don’s eyes flash—he had noticed the camisole she was wearing, and she heard his breath catch at the sight of her. She sat back with a contented smile, running her hands over her chest, revelling in the feel of his palm now pressing against her skin, at last, after so long. She could see that Don was captivated by her body as it beckoned him seductively through the black lace. She ran her fingers teasingly beneath the straps of the cami, pressing her boobs together against the cups restraining them.
She wanted to tease him, desperate for him to yearn for her as much she’d been longing for him.
Lili peeled the cups down so Don could see her silken breasts. She pulled at the tingling globes lustfully, trembling as Don’s mouth moistened her cleavage, sucking onto one of her hardening boobs. He took it in a strong hand, fondling it as his searching tongue slipped over first one tit and then shifted hungrily to the other. Lili luxuriated in how starved he was for her, playing with his hair as Don sucked almost her entire breast into his mouth. Finally, she was with him, finally, she could touch him, smell him, taste him… and as if he had read her mind, Don raised his head to her mouth again, kissing her deeply, urgently.
He lifted the sheet a little so Lili could see his already stiff cock, and she couldn’t wait to take his throbbing shaft in her hand. Fluidly, she started to work it beneath the sheets, and Don held her neck to his lips, running a hand up her back and pulling the cami up with it. Electricity shot down her spine and over her now-exposed butt. It gyrated and rocked as her body strained to contain the delicious sensations she was experiencing. She felt drunk with desire. Lili worshipped Don’s body, and she worshipped Don’s cock.
Don fixed Lili with a delighted smile as she jerked him off, gently sliding the foreskin over the head of his cock and back, feeling the veins cabling his engorged tool. She matched his gaze, enjoying watching the sensations of pleasure move across his handsome features. His jaw jerked up to her again, his tongue parting his lips, desperate to taste her mouth again as her hand slid up and down his throbbing cock without missing a beat.
Then Don was moving away from her, but only for a heartbeat. He sat up, holding Lili close, and she spread her legs over him as he sat back on his heels and found her tits again. She was moaning deliriously now, completely intoxicated by his insistent tongue, his hard body, his hard cock. Don’s mouth yet again met hers, and Lili felt as if she would never be able to stop kissing him. She had utterly succumbed to his sexual power, and Lili sighed with delight when Don took hold of her thighs and swept her onto her back into the crumpled sheets.
A frisson of excitement crackled through her now. Those weeks of fingering herself, playing with her own tits, using a myriad of different vibes and toys—those weeks had been such fun, especially if Don had been online playing along too, but nothing compared to the feel of his skin on hers. The feel of his mouth on her snatch. She was desperate for it to happen, for it to happen now…
The joy Lili felt as Don spread her legs wide. He kissed and nibbled the soft insides of her thigh, pushing the gusset of her panties away to bare her pussy and kissing the lips there as deeply and passionately as he did her mouth, his tongue opening her and flicking up to the hot nib of her clit. Lili grabbed the sheet in her fists to stop herself from exploding, and as she struggled not to orgasm she saw Don raising his head to look straight into her eyes, his own smouldering with purpose. Teasing her back now, Don drew the flat expanse of his tongue along the length of her dewy pussy.
Once.
Lili’s pussy lurched in white-hot need—and then she threw her head back in ecstasy as Don lapped deep inside, licking all over her lips and slit so he could taste every bit of her.
Lili stroked her hand through his thick brown hair. She loved him so much, and loved what he was doing to her. She gasped in pleasure, stroking one of her thick nipples as he ate her greedily.
She wanted to watch every moment of the pussy licking, but it was nearly too much for her after fantasising about this moment for so long on the plane. Breathless and hot, Lili lay back, riding wave upon wave of bliss, knowing that Don would be raising his eyes to look at her as she did so. He’d told her often that he loved seeing her respond to him and that he always wanted to make sure that he was turning her on as much as he could.
Eyes closed in ecstasy, Lili felt Don’s hand reaching up her writhing body. Two strong fingers pushed gently against her lips and she parted them eagerly, drawing them into her mouth and sucking on them thirstily. He pushed them in and out slowly, tantalisingly, and then suddenly he whipped them from her suckling lips and plunged them deep inside her. Lili mewled with lustful delight, her slick pussy now sopping with wetness from her own mouth as well as from her trembling hole.
Don started finger-fucking her, just as she had done to herself so many times when she was away, but he was so much better at it than she was. He was licking her all the while his fingers were sliding in and out of her, still watching her face as he worked her into a frenzy, his mouth wide open, tongue outstretched, lips glistening and shining with her pussy juice.
Naked lust driving her on, Lili rode his tongue, her tits wobbling as she arched into an orgasm. Don’s attention was relentless on her quivering snatch, and he reached up to cup her breasts as she came hard, her hips bucking up to his mouth. She felt him moving up her body to kiss her again as the last waves of her orgasm subsided. Lili loved the taste of her pussy on his lips, the addictive magnetism of their mouths connecting…
Still kissing each other, Don lay back on the bed, pulled Lili down with him. She smiled, languid and loose in her afterglow, kissing down his body until she reached his cock. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him prop himself up on his elbows so he could watch her go to work on him and she was more than happy to oblige, rubbing and sucking. His strong hand tenderly pushed her hair from her face as she sucked his shaft deeply into her mouth. Lili bathed in the taste and feel of him between her lips, the sound of his voice—his gasps, his moans. He had always been too big for her to get in her mouth completely, but she loved trying to suck as much of him down her throat as possible, increasing the rhythm, depth and speed and turning herself on as much as she did him.
Lili slid her mouth from Don’s cock, smiling coquettishly at him as she turned away from him to present her arse and pussy for his pleasure. He ran a hand lovingly over one of her smooth buttocks, and his mouth followed, but thankfully only for a moment—Lili needed to feel him in her pussy, and they moaned together as he slid his thick cock deep inside.
She delighted in the way Don felt, the way he looked when she sneaked a glance behind her. Her tits jiggled as Don fucked her, she could feel them shimmy to each slap of his hips against her buttocks, his shaft sliding effortlessly in and out of her, slick, thick and hitting her spot. Each thrust took her higher, to a place only they knew, where they lost themselves in finding each other.
All thought and sense left Lili when Don was inside her. When he was fucking her all she knew and understood was their bodies, undulating together in the hottest sex she had ever known. She was desperate to come, and desperate for it to never end.
Don’s body stretched out along Lili’s back and he slid his hands appreciatively over her burning skin. She thrilled to the motion of his pelvis expertly circling away, and then against, her sodden vulva, the sensation of his palms over the pulled-down camisole and up her arms, his fingers pushing her hair away from her neck and planting his wet mouth on her shoulders and the back of her neck. He felt, and smelled so good. A faint trace of body wash mingled with sex sweat and desire. This was everything Lili had been waiting for. Everything.
Don took Lili hard, holding her down now, possessing her body. Moaning in horny delirium, she reached up to him and he took her slender hand in his, kissing her lovingly but not stopping the fuck. Lili’s pussy was sucking onto his cock now, undulating and milking it on every stroke. She could feel herself careening into that place where everything inside her melted yet exploded simultaneously. Her body craved more, but her pussy was tightening. She could hear Don moan from somewhere behind her, his cock circling, thrusting, having her. The intensity of the fuck seemed to be expressing something to Lili from deep inside him—as if he wanted this increasingly frenzied moment to show her how much he missed her, how much he craved every inch of her body. And now, this morning, he was intent on showing her, with his mouth, with his hands. With his cock.
Lili was gasping now, trying so hard to hold on, but Don was slamming his prick inside her again and again, sliding in and out relentlessly. She pictured how his cock would look right at that moment—how his firm shaft would be glistening with her juice—and the thought made her pussy quiver and her breath quicken even more. She could feel him thrusting his hips even faster and harder against her the noisier she became, and she gave herself up to being completely owned by his beautiful cock, jettisoned to the place where there was nothing but shards of starlight and vast, endless waves of pleasure and release.
They fell back against the pillows and Don sighed deeply, enfolding her in his strong arms. Lili smiled smugly to herself as she felt a trickle of spunk run down her thigh, just as the water had in the bathroom earlier, congratulating herself on the surprise.
“Good morning,” Don murmured against her temple.
Lili softened into sleep. She was home.
Ends

“Do you really have to go tomorrow?” Ricky curled his arms around my waist as I stood at the sink. “You were away last week on business, and the week before.”
“I’m sorry.” I stared at our reflection in the darkened window as I scrubbed a pan. His head was beside mine, flopping hair falling forward as he nuzzled my neck. “I don’t want to go, but…” I sighed.
“But it’s a big deal and you’ve nearly closed it, I get it.”
“I know you do, and I’m grateful. Perhaps when I get the promotion it won’t be so crazy, I won’t have to go away so often.”
“Fingers crossed huh.”
I tipped my head and closed my eyes. His bare chest was hot on my back, his body strong and solid, a brick wall. Ricky was my rock, always had been, since the first moment I’d seen him four years ago on the opposite side of a tennis court.
He’d booked to have a match with a friend, so had I. Fate had played her cards. Destiny had worked her magic. Neither of our friends had shown up—worse than usual London traffic—so we’d banged out a few games on the court, then banged out a few more aces back at his apartment afterwards.
Despite rolling into bed quickly our connection was more than physical, we weren’t just another couple fucking. Not that I didn’t appreciate his boyish good looks, his athletic body, flawless skin, and gorgeous scent, I really did. But his gentle, caring nature, mixed with raw passion gave me a heady sense of femininity and the warmth of being needed and desired.
I loved him.
I always would.
“Leave that pan,” he said, cupping my breasts. “I have other plans.”
I smiled and pressed my butt against his groin. There was an interesting hard wedge of flesh there.
“And what other plans would they be?” I asked, dropping the pan to the base of the sink, my brain already hot-wired to romantic sex.
“Ah…” He tweaked my nipples through my blouse and bra. “It would be boring to tell you, how about I show you instead?”
“Give me a hint.” My breasts grew a little heavy, lust wending its way through my veins and over my flesh.
“It involves you on your back, naked, legs spread.” He paused. “Me between your thighs, tasting you, licking your pussy, making you come.”
“Mmm…”
“And then, when you’ve come once, you’re going to do it all over again, but on my cock this time. I’m going to flip you over, take you from behind. You’d love that, you’d be gasping for more within seconds.”
“Yes.” I moaned softly. Ricky always got it just right when he fucked me from behind. His big cock hit a place inside me that no one else had ever stimulated. Another reason he was the one for me.
“Come on, Alyssa, let’s not waste another—”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Damn,” Ricky muttered, suddenly releasing me and stepping away.
Disappointment coiled around me like a shroud.
I hate that noise.
He strolled to the table and picked up his phone, stared at the screen. His gaze connected with mine.
“It’s okay,” I said, even though my heart was sinking. “I understand too.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” He shoved his hand down the front of his trousers and appeared to adjust himself. “I promise.”
“It seems you’re the one who’s the most uncomfortable.” I nodded at his groin.
He grimaced. “Yeah, I think so.” He grabbed his navy blue shirt with Genco embroidered on the arm and pulled it on. “But I might get lucky, could be a false alarm and I’ll be back within the hour.”
“Since when did the emergency operating theatre ever call you in on a false alarm?” I dried my hands on a tea towel. “Something must be wrong, really wrong, and they need their head medical engineer to fix it.”
He finished doing up his buttons and then stepped close. The kiss he pressed to my lips was quick and hard telling me how sorry he was.
“Go,” I said, pushing at his chest. “Someone’s life may depend on it.”
“I’ll see you when you get back, right.”
“Of course.” I reached for his keys and tossed them through the air.
He caught them in a downward snatch. “And if you have to relieve yourself, say my name, right.”
I giggled. “Always.”
The train ride north went quickly. I spent the whole time on the laptop catching up with emails and going through contracts. If I could get Rawlings to agree to us being their number one marketing agency, it would mean big bucks going forward, and hopefully my over-due promotion. It wasn’t the money that was important to me, it was the fact I wanted a more office-based job, in London, home, and be there whenever Ricky wasn’t on shift or rushing off on call. The two of us having crazy hectic schedules was getting old. I couldn’t remember when we’d last had a holiday together, or even a city break.
Five hours later the meeting was dragging on. I’d given a presentation and then taken the clients out to lunch. Now we were back at Rawlings head office and I was sipping a coffee as they talked to their superior behind a closed door.
As usual, Ricky was never far from my mind. I wondered how his call-out had gone the night before. If it had been as critical as I’d imagined. I wondered how long it had taken for his hard-on to go, and if he’d sorted himself out when he’d gotten home in the morning to an empty bed.
I squirmed on the seat. My desire had simmered all day and now it was coming to the surface. I’d have to find relief tonight. Perhaps we could Facetime, that was always fun, not as good as the real thing, but it scratched an itch.
“Alyssa.” I looked up, my cheeks flushing at where my thoughts had been going.
“Yes.” I stood and faced Frank Simmons, head of marketing.
“I’m afraid we still need to hash through a couple of clauses with the lawyers,” he said.
I nodded, expecting as much.
“So can you come back in tomorrow?”
“Of course, Frank. I was anticipating it taking a couple of days, it’s a big commitment, but I can assure you we’re up for the job. It’s a win-win for you.”
He smiled and held out his hand. “Thanks for understanding.”
“No problem.”
I scooped up my bag and headed out of the lofty steel and glass building. The streets were busy, the air warm and laden with the scents of coffee, petrol and perfume. A police car went past, siren blaring. Pedestrians stopped to stare.
I crossed the road toward my hotel. If Rawlings had made a quick decision I could have headed back to London tonight, but of course that was never going to happen.
The View Hotel was a tall brick building with large windows and a grand pillared entrance. Ricky would have liked it. The architecture was a mixture of old and new, just his thing.
As I checked in a pang of disappointment curled in my belly. If only he was here. I longed to feel his lips on mine, his arms around me, our bodies connecting. What was the point of staying in a swish hotel when I was alone?
“Have a nice stay, Miss Nelson.”
“Thank you.” I smiled at the receptionist and took the key.
“Top floor,” she said. “Bridal Suite.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Really, I didn’t book a bridal suite.” And my boss wouldn’t be happy when he looked at my expense bill.
“There was a problem with the water in your allocated room.” She shrugged, her eyes twinkling. “So the suite is yours. Enjoy.”
“Oh, okay.” I tried to look pleased, but it was just another reason to miss Ricky.
The Bridal Suite. Even more of a reason to bemoan the fact that I was alone.
But wow it was plush. What a treat. As I closed the door the view stunned me. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city rooftops, the azure-blue sky and a flock of pigeons swooping past.
I kicked off my ankle boots, and as I walked on the soft carpet, I released the zipper on my smart trousers and let them fall over my hips and past my knees. I kicked them away, glad to be rid of the constraining material.
Out of habit I reached behind myself and undid my bra, tugged it from the sleeve of my white blouse in the way that always fascinated Ricky.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
My heart rate tripled, my throat tightened. Gasping,I turned to the far end of the living area. “Ricky!”
He was lounging on a sofa, his right ankle crossed over his left knee and his arms stretched wide on the back of the seat. A grin stretched over his face and his eyes sparkled.
“What the hell?” I was aware of my jaw hanging open but could do nothing about it.
Am I seeing things?
“That’s exactly what I thought, what the hell.” He stood and ran his fingers over his braces, as if checking they were straight.
I loved him in braces, he knew that.
“So,” he said, “I jumped on a train, upgraded your room and here I am.”
“But…what about work?” I let the bra fall from my hands. It landed with a soft whoosh onto the carpet.
“I had a day in lieu, thought I’d make good use of it by spending time with my beautiful girlfriend.”
As shock turned into pure joy I smiled. “You’ve just made my day, no scrap that, you’ve just made my week…month.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
I was in his arms, my bare legs pressing against his trousers, my nipples beading against my blouse. His kiss weakened my knees, and all the desire of the night before came rushing back, hot and vital, it filled my blood, my senses and my thoughts.
“It’s a nice room,” he murmured. “With a great view.”
I stared into his eyes, still hardly believing he was there. “Yes. It is.”
He chuckled. “You haven’t even looked, cost a packet to upgrade.”
“I’m looking.” I continued to stare into his eyes.
“No you’re not.” A swift slap landed on my right ass cheek.
“Ouch!” I clutched his shirt. “Okay, okay, I’ll look.”
I stepped up to the huge window and glanced out. “I like it.”
But I like you more.
I nibbled on my bottom lip as he stood close, his hand on my belly.
“Yeah,” he said. “It’s different to what we’re used to in London.”
My smile spread, enough talk of the view. I reached for him, drawing him into another kiss. He teased me for a moment, holding back, but then he gave in and it was clear he was as keen as I was to pick up from where we’d left off the night before.
I held his face, stroking his soft cheek, not wanting to close my eyes in case he disappeared and I’d been daydreaming.
Ricky really is here.
His kisses were deep and passionate, his tongue tangling with mine.
My desire was stoked quickly and I undid my blouse, glad that I’d already started undressing. My breaths were coming in fast sharp pants, his touches making me tingle with need.
“Mmm…” I moaned, when he cupped by breasts, squeezing, holding me.
I reached for the button on his trousers, undid it.
He didn’t stop kissing me, it was as if he were starving, starving for me but didn’t know where to start feasting.
And then I couldn’t resist, and I twanged his braces, remembering a time when he’d used them to tie my wrists to the headboard. A giggle escaped my lips but he caught it in another kiss.
He didn’t share my laugh, he was deadly serious in exploring my body.
I released a long groan and gave into him.
And then I was facing the window, pressed up against it. He’d flipped me around, instantly palming my buttocks then slipping between my legs and searching for my dampness.
“Ricky,” I gasped, spreading my legs then going up onto my toes, dancing, when he fingered me over my knickers, rubbing, caressing, giving me the very start of what I needed.
I splayed my fingers on the glass, arched my back and sought his kisses even in this twisted position.
“That feels so good,” I gasped.
He upped his attentions and I cried out. It was clear he wasn’t going to hang around. We needed to get down and dirty, fast. We’d waited too long for this.
I shrugged off my blouse, went to turn to finish what I’d started with his trousers but he shoved me back to face the window. He dragged at my knickers, then drove his fingers into my pussy. “How does it feel?”
A long groan gurgled up from my throat. “Really good.”
He worked me so well, so deep, I thought I might come right there, against the window. I rocked onto him, back arched, not bothering to hold in my moans of delight.
And then his cock was out. It seemed he was going to make good on his promise and take me from behind.
I wasn’t complaining.
I wanted to watch his face as he entered me, see his pleasure as he drove into my snug channel, but the sensation of his big cock ramming deep had me screwing up my eyes and crying out.
He gripped my hips and pounded deep.
“I want to come,” I gasped.
He didn’t answer, but the drive of his thrusts assured me it wouldn’t be long.
Without pausing he released his braces and dropped his trousers. He was fucking me hard and fast, with steely determination. The glass was cool on my flattened nipples. It occurred to me the glass wasn’t that one-way stuff, if anyone was looking, they’d see us.
I didn’t care.
Not one bit.
And then he slowed. I made the most of the moment and turned. He slipped from my pussy and I grasped his hot hard cock that was damp with my arousal. As I worked him fast, the way he had me, he caught my mouth in a kiss, holding my face, letting me know I was the only woman for him.
And I’ll make sure he never wants anyone else.
Ricky discarded his shirt and I sank to my knees, taking in the sight of his flat belly and acres of smooth skin.
I love him so much.
His cock was so familiar, everything I ever wanted. And I took him into my mouth, fucking him with the tight circle of my lips. He tasted a little salty, and a lot hot.
I adored the way he always played with my hair when I sucked him off, and I stared up at him, circling the end of his cock with the tip of my tongue. My pussy was quivering, my orgasm still hovering, but I wanted him to get pleasure, so much pleasure. Ricky was my world.
I sped up, giving it my all, eyes closed, concentrating. Taking him as deep as I could.
A slick of pre-cum coated my tongue.
He tensed, his breaths were ragged, his expression slack.
Suddenly his control seemed to slip. He dragged me up to my feet and backed me against the window. I was no match for his big strong body and rigid determination.
Next thing I knew I was pressed against the cool glass and being hoisted higher, his cock angling toward my pussy.
I trembled in anticipation of him penetrating me. And when he did, my entire body clenched as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I still had my socks on. I didn’t care.
We kissed but our lips didn’t seem to be under our control. Sensation was all that existed, our bodies joining.
He pounded into me, the way he had before, with gusto. His hips lifting me higher, higher still.
“Ricky,” I gasped.
He didn’t answer, just fucked me with more urgency, as if my panting breaths and groans were fuelling his fervour.
I was getting ready to come. He was gripping my ass and grinding over my clit perfectly.
Perhaps someone could see my ass squashed against the window. If they could, I hoped they were enjoying themselves as much as I was.
But then the window was gone. Ricky had sat, bringing me with him, his cock not dislodging.
I took advantage of being on top, rode him fast and hard, keeping up the stimulation on my clit. I was so wet, my entire body tingling. The need to release was clutching me. The urgency to give in to bliss was all-consuming.
His breaths were hot and heavy. He gripped me around the waist, driving me onwards.
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make come,” I gasped. My breaths were fractured. I was sucking in ribbons of air when I could. “Oh God.”
“Come,” he said, “Come for me.”
I surrendered to my climax. Letting my cries of ecstasy echo around the Bridal Suite. On and on my orgasm washed through me, every nerve twitching in bliss and my pussy clamping around his hard cock. “Oh my God. Oh my God.” I pressed my cheek against his hair, holding him close. “Oh God.”
As my climax waned I realised Ricky hadn’t come. “You made me come so hard.”
He smiled and kissed me. “Good.”
“And now…how about you.”
I climbed off him, dropping to my knees between his legs. I loved making Ricky come this way. He loved it too.
This time I didn’t tease him with my mouth. I set up a fast hand job, his glans hovering on the tip of my tongue.
He locked his arms behind himself, bliss crossing his features. His belly rose and fell with his fast but shallow breaths. “Baby, oh…”
He was close, I could tell. Ricky wasn’t a screamer like me, he held his vocal pleasure in, which just made it more of a challenge for me to get him to cry out.
And then, with the steely control of a man who worked expertly under pressure, and with a few deep belly-filling breaths, he came. His pleasure spread on my lips, my tongue, and over my cheek.
He stroked my hair as another rope of pearly liquid leaked from his cocktip.
I let the mess stay on my face, staring into his eyes as he watched me lick his slit.
After a moment he pulled me up and kissed my forehead before wrapping me in his arms. “Damn it was worth the trip up North,” he said, his voice tight. “But you do realise, Alyssa, that was just the first course. We’ve got all night and a lot more delicious deeds to get through before we’re finished with this little city break.”
The End

Delicious warmth from the alcohol swirled about my body, flooding through my veins and into the layers of my skin. So deliciously intoxicated, I felt mellow and horny even if a little numb, but still extremely aroused deep in my body. The music played on and I felt my body pulsing moodily to the beat of the sounds. A couples fucking free porn story, a sexy, heady concoction and after a full evening of fun.
The last of our guests found their way merrily through the door, leaving me momentarily glancing across the table. I could see the tell tale signs of the evening of pleasure we had all had. A naughty smirk crept across my face as I caught a glimpse of the lacy pink panties left strewn across the table followed by the thought of how they came to leave their owner and find their way onto my table. Our slightly more debauched night had left its mark, and my guests no doubt of their saucy amusements. I was still in a zone of aroused pleasure and certainly not ready for my evening to end. Languidly I lay back in my chair I allowed the evening to wash over me, my thoughts turning more sexual and my craving growing deep.
Nothing wrong I thought in participating in a little more Grey Goose while we continue with our risky game of poker. As I looked across the table I caught his eye, my inner vixen had raised her head. I was ready to play, particularly that of seducer and slipped my foot from my shoe allowing it to deliberately glide up his leg. If he wasn’t sure of my motive, he certainly was now and I delighted in trailing my stocking foot firmly but surely up the inside of his leg. As I leaned further back I ensured my toes could feel between his crotch, rubbing as I did to entice some inner movement. My eyes not moving, I continued to seek his arousal and started to feel his twitching bulge between his thighs. Oh delight, he was ready to play with me and not just at poker. Just this sign alone was enough to send pulses to my pussy, a subtle little sexy twitch between my lips, an indicator that my body was craving attention. Wriggling in my skirt, I playfully felt for the edges of my panties and began to ease them down, over my suspenders, down my hips and across my knees, dropping them visually on the floor. I kept my eyes focused deep into his, exposing my thoughts. His eyes burnt into me with a growing desire, and with that I moved behind him and slipped my hands over his shoulder trailing them down into his shirt.
I loved feeling his body, his skin under my fingers, his young athletic chest, firm and muscular. I leant my head closer to take in his mixed scent of body heat and alcohol and him, all him. My hand dropped lower and began opening his shirt wide down to the top of his naval so I could look at his smooth skin. I could see how hard he was as he nuzzled my neck breathing and kissing me through my thin blouse fabric.
From nowhere his hands were instantly on me, taking in my body, feeling the tops of my stockings and trailing his fingers up the belts of my suspenders. Then pulling up my skirt waist high he revealed my round naked bottom. The flat of his hands moving over me, sliding around me, as if moulding my body. Then I felt his fingers keenly fondling my breasts and freeing them from my bra, my blouse open wide, my chest exposed. His mouth was suddenly hard upon mine, filling my mouth with his. I felt him consuming me with desire and I loved how it made me feel so sexually alive. It spurned my kissing on, demanding more from his. In return he kissed me intently then began to slowly and passionately toy with my lips and mouth. Soon he moved down my body and plunged his mouth over my nipples, sucking them in and sending quivers deep into my groin. The kissing and the sucking all creating such arousal in me, I leant further against the table to stabilise myself and enjoy the pleasure fully. From my breasts his tongue moved straight to my already moistened pussy and licked and teased my very swollen lips. My head back I enjoyed the heavenly feeling, my body all sensing the pleasure and pulsing the stimulus through my now aching muscles. I could feel the swelling orgasm but wanted to resist the immediate pleasure and instead reached for his hard body.
I loved feeling his horny arousal in my mouth and dropping to my knees began to work his cock and draw his pleasure from him. This feeling it gave me was overwhelming, I loved watching his reactions and seeing his response to my active mouth and tongue. In and out I took him, tasting his initial juices and salty skin for what seemed a short space of time, but I could see he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. With this he took me and quickly lifted me on to the table clearing what he could to seek some space. I laid my head back waiting to feel his fingers in me, his teasing fingers play and rub, finding my sweetness deep inside. Ah he had me, he knew where they had to be and how to work me to reach my perfect conclusion. I felt my muscles burning and a wave of tense pleasure growing again, but as it did he knew just when to delve deep into me, hard and firm filling my pussy with all he had. He began his thrusts, not too much to start with, but with firm intension and a growing quickening pace. I heard my moans increasing as he laid into me, my body sliding up the table, my pussy swollen, my mouth now dry. I felt every long hard inch of him and he continued his assault until he heard my final moan, my ultimate sound, telling him I was on my wave of repeating pleasure. With that he pulled himself out and allowed his pulsing juices to spurt across my chest, catching anything in its way. I didn’t need to look up to know from his groans his final effort was concluded and he had exploded in ultimate pleasure.
THE END