It has been a long time since I’ve been dancing in a smoky, crowded club. Tonight I’m doing so under unique circumstances. It’s not everyday you get together with a bunch of folks you’ve only met online at an erotic story site, is it? I’d been the instigator, organising and preparing for this weekend of debauchery, but when it arrived, it still surprised me. Scared me, even. Especially since I’m letting one guy stay in my spare room.
Mike is a twenty year old student who really wanted to attend this meet up. To make it happen, I offered him a room free of charge, so he’d only have to pay his airfare. I’d gotten a little worried as the day approached, but I needn’t have. Mike is a sweet young man. His manners are impeccable. Also, he has some pretty damn sexy dance moves.
I’ve been dancing with him most of the night. Well, he’s been dancing and I’ve been shaking my hips, in the age old tradition passed down to me from my mother. Every now and then his hand reaches out and rests on my hip, our pelvises millimetres apart.
I’ve always been attracted to him as an online personality. He is witty and thoughtful in his replies, not afraid to court controversy. Someone very capable of listening to a weepy thirty-something’s problems. I’d been pleasantly surprised to find he seemed the same in the flesh, with an added bonus of being far sexier. His soft, tanned flesh, long lashes and wide, blue-grey eyes all make my heart thump a little quicker.
“Do you want a drink?” He leans in close. I can feel his breath on my neck and I bite my lip, holding in the shudder.
I turn my head to speak back into his ear. “Yes please, just some water. I’m parched.”
He smiles at me; his crooked, cheeky smile elicited by my accent and my “weird” use of words.
“Sure, I’ll be back in a minute.” His hands rest on my hips for another moment as he grinds against me to the rhythm of the beat. We chuckle together and then part. I am not sure if it’s accidental, but he gathers my knee length summer skirt in his hands as he moves, lifting the hem high enough to expose the bottom curve of my buttocks to anyone behind me. I flush. The material drops back down and he winks at me.
My heart continues to thump as he walks away. Of course he knows of my exhibitionist side, everyone here for the meet knows it, having seen various body parts in risquï¿½avatars. I am wearing underwear tonight, unusual for me. But it’s a brief, red thong and I know anyone looking will have seen naked flesh. Was anyone watching?
My tummy tightens at the idea, my pussy bunching up with it, my clit throbbing its approval of the image. I continue to shake my hips, pressing into the giggling group of ladies. They smile and wave, and we laugh and shake, enjoying the thrill of being together. It’s the strangest feeling, to be amongst strangers that are best friends, who know me so intimately. It’s refreshing, sweet and not at all creepy.
Well, overall it’s not creepy. There is one man in the bunch who makes my skin crawl. He’s been sitting with the other men all evening, supping pints and probably discussing the talent. Andy seems nice enough on the surface; smiling, polite and sweet. However, I’ve had a run in with his online personality that got intense and creepy after a few short interludes and soon he got dropped off my messenger list. I couldn’t prevent him coming to the meet, being a UK person and a regular he leapt at the chance. I’ve been avoiding him all evening.
I smiled over at Rick, sitting with the other lads and he beckons me over. I slip, slide and shimmy through the crowd to their table, but before I reach it I come face to face with Andy. I smile, point to the table and try to walk round him, but he blocks my way. I pull a disgruntled face and try again, but his wide frame still stands squarely between me and the group of people I want to reach. He grabs my arm and I pull back. He leans in and whispers.
“Let’s dance.” His breath is laden with old beer and borrowed cigarettes. I flinch, then force myself to lean in.
“I will later. I was just going for a rest. Mike’s bringing me some water. I’m all danced out.”
“You owe me,” he hisses, his hard eyes screwed up tight. He pushes me through the parting crowd ’til we’re up against a wall.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I spit out the words, shaking my arm, trying to escape his grasp. His thick fingers dig deeper into my flesh. “You said. You told me you’d fuck me if we ever met in real life. Here we are. You owe me one fuck.”
The way his harsh accent flicks out the word “fuck” stabs me and makes me cringe back in fear.
“That was cyber talk! If I ever did bloody well say it, it was months, if not years ago. Geez, I’ve avoided you online ever since. Do you really think I’m eager to fuck you?”
His eyes burn and his nails dig into my flesh. He presses his face forward and squashes his lips to mine. I purse them, close my eyes and push. I bring my knee up, but he shifts his body and blocks me with his knee. He forces his free hand under my thin, strappy top. Pulling down my bra he fondles my breast, grips it, pulls it, tugs it. I cry out in sheer revulsion, toppling my mouth from his for a few seconds.
Suddenly his body is yanked off me. His nails score my shoulder as they’re dragged from my flesh.
It’s Mike, pulling that troll of a man off with barely any effort and sending him packing. Andy doesn’t even try to argue; he just fires a scowl at me and stalks off towards the door of the club.
“Jane, are you okay?” I just fall into his arms, sobs wracking my body. The scratches on my arm throb. “Shit,” Mike mumbles and wraps his arms around me, holding me to his chest. I’m no short woman. I tend to nestle in a man’s shoulder, but I enjoy the comfort afforded by being hidden within these strong arms, his hands gently stroking my back. “I’m going to take you home,” he whispers. I feel his lips press lightly on the top of my head, then he takes me under one arm and leads me outside. I hear the chatter of concerns from the others. Mike brooks no nonsense and guides me out into the night air.
Its cold outside, the heat of the day dissipated, replaced by a crystal sky. The taxi rank is empty. It’s still relatively early; party goers will be going for several hours yet.
“Www-we should call a taxi firm,” I splutter out. I pull myself from under his arm and extract my mobile from my bag. My hands are shaking and I find it difficult to concentrate on the screen. I fumble, and the small phone slips from my hands. Mike catches it easily with his nimble fingers.
“Have you got one listed in your memory?” he asks. I nod and mumble the name of the firm. He finds it and dials. I sit back on the low level brick wall and take a deep breath. The tears of shock have stopped now, but my body aches with it. I feel pins and needles in all my limbs. The scratch marks high on my right arm throb the hardest.
“Someone will be here in ten minutes,” Mike sits on the wall next to me. I smile weakly at him. “How are you doing?”
I let out a shuddering breath. “Okay, I think. IåŒ¢ don’t really know.”
“Sure.” He nods and rests a hand on my shoulder. “What happened in there?”
So I explain, as far as I can. About Andy grabbing me, and what he said.
“Moron,” Mike spits, wrapping his arm around me, making me hiss as he hits the scratches. “Oh, I’m sorry, let me look at that.” Mike’s a medical student. His touch is gentle and professional as he inspects the nail marks. “They’re not too deep. We’ll wash then at your place and see if they’ll need a covering. Fucking reality-challenged moron,” he growls, “Excuse the language, but he’s a dick.”
“It’s okay, I’m of the same opinion,” I snuffle. “Do people know what happened?”
“No, they just know you got hurt and needed to go home. I mentioned nothing else, as that’s your business.”
“Thank you,” I smile. “I’ll fill people in tomorrow, I guess. I hope he doesn’t turn upï¿½quot;
“I’ll deal with him if he does,” Mike’s mellow American drawl harshens with anger.
“I’m sure you will!” I smile, and then shiver.
Mike wraps his arm round me, careful not to brush the scratches, and pulls me close to him. I snuggle under his arm, feeling the soft caress of his dark shirt. His body heat warms me externally only a little, but internally my body is aflame with desire; his soft, musky aftershave reaches my nose, comfortingly masculine.
“Thanks Mike.” I lift my head to smile up at him. “I’m glad you’re here.”
His lips descend and brush mine; softly at first, then with more demand. His arms tighten around me as I fall deeper into the kiss, my lips tingling from the pleasant pressure of his own. The tingle travels lower, igniting me, making me press closer to him. It strikes me, as I feel the tickle of his tongue splitting my lips open, that this was a real kiss, a wanted kiss and I could carry on this kiss forever. The memory of the one forced on me only minutes ago is already dissipating and becoming “one of those things” to brush off and forget. In this guy’s arms, I don’t have to worry about anything.
A loud brassy honk of a horn splits us. We look at each other, smiling and flushed, then turn to the cabbie with apologetic grins. We quickly stride to the pavement, where Mike ushers me into the car, slamming the sleek black door behind us. I direct the driver to where we want to go and then wind down the window. The musky, stuffy inside of a Hackney cab is not fun at the best of times, but on a Friday night the smell of stale beer and other, worryingly half-recognisable scents is far too much for my nostrils to take.
I settle back in my seat, Mikes hand slips over my shoulders and pulls me tight again. I look up and smile. His eyes are misty with seduction and his lips drop to mine again. Eagerly, I respond to him. His hand reaches over, running up my leg, lifting my skirt. I deepen the kiss, pulling down on his head, forcing his lips to exert more pressure on mine. His hand insinuates itself underneath the soft material of my skirt and gently strokes the heat of my thigh. I wonder if the cabbie is looking through his mirror right now. He’d be able to see my deep red knickers clearly, between my spread legs. Mike’s fingers travel higher and push the material out of the way. His other hand slips down over my shoulder, into my cleavage, pushing away the skimpy top to reveal the strawberry red bra beneath, my breasts perched on top like fresh dripping cream.
I’m not naked, but I feel it. My body is exposed to two strangers, one of whom is becoming more and more familiar by the moment. The taxi pulls to a halt and the driver clears his throat. I open my eyes and smile sheepishly as the older man letches. Mike removes his hands. My flesh cools and I shiver at the retraction.
Cabbie paid, taxi exited, we head into my home. Mike walks with me to the kitchen, pulls out a chair and sits me down by the small table.
“Where do you keep your first aid kit?” he asks.
“Oh, I’ll get it.” I make a move to stand, but his hands direct me to sit again just as quickly.
“No, you stay there. I’ll get it.”
I give directions and prospective Doctor Mike goes to work. He bathes the wound with antiseptic, checks it thoroughly, then dries it.
“Best to leave it to the air, to scab over and heal.”
I nod and smile, “I’d have just left it anyway, Doctor, but thanks for the thorough examination.”
I like the way his cheeks flush, glowing soft peach as his head drops forward, the curtain of almost blond hair swishing into his eyes, causing him to flip it away.
It’s awkward. I don’t know what to do now. The intimacy of the taxi ride is but a warm remembrance. Is it too much to invite him to my bed? Ever a slave to bad decision making, I walk towards the kitchen door, calling over my shoulder, “I’m off to bed now Mike. Thanks for everything you’ve done tonight.”
“No problem.” He smiles sheepishly. “When are we meeting the others tomorrow?”
“Well they’re doing the tourist thing in the morning, meeting at ten at the hotel, but I’m not going as I have the party to prepare. I’ve hired the local social club for tomorrow evening.”
“Need some help with preparation?” he asks.
“An extra pair of hands is always welcome,” I smile, the twinkle in my eyes obviously lustful and he grins back, eyes equally sexual.
“Well you can have my hands all day tomorrow, and place them wherever you wish.”
“Great! Okay then, I’ll go to bed. Good night!”
“G’night,” he calls. As I walk up the hall, creaking up the stairs old floorboard by old floorboard, I strain my ears to work out if he’s following. I hear the clink of a mug in the kitchen and I know I’m going to bed alone tonight. Damn it. I mean, I know he fancies me. He was all over me in the cab. Why couldn’t I have asked straight out for a fuck? I mean, he’s only here for the weekend. Why didn’t he invite me to the boudoir? He was making all the moves beforeåo I have bad breath? Am I a bad kisser? Do my tits feel weird?
I fall asleep with these ideas in mind and dream strange dreams. In the morning I feel even more drained than when I fell asleep. Mike comments on it when he joins me for breakfast.
“I didn’t sleep well,” I reply, a little tersely, wanting him to know he contributed.
“Do you have a lot to do for the party?” he asks, then dips his spoon into the milk and cornflakes before him, his face partially hidden behind his hair.
“Not really. A lot of the food is pre-done. I need to do some sandwiches and warm some things through, finish off the trifle and cook some sponge buns.” His brows lift like mountains in confusion. “Cupcakes,” I giggle. “Mostly, that’s it. I have to ferry it to the place, and set out chairs and things, but I don’t have to think about that ’til at least six. I don’t have the hall ’til then. I think I’m going to make some use of this sun. Do a bit of sunbathing this morning, read my book, catch some rays, doze off probably.”
“Groovy,” he nods and smiles. “I promised myself I’d do some revision. I’ll just do an hour or so, then I’ll come and join you.”
I run upstairs and throw on my bikini. I’m no model, but what’s the point of sun bathing if your flesh is all hidden away? I like the deep red of the soft material, as it brings out the red highlights in my hair. I feel sexy wearing it, though I would never wear it in public. I’m weirdly shy for an exhibitionist.
It is a hot day, not just warm, pleasant or sunny; it’s hot, stifling. I take my towel and book over by the small tinkling fountain. The sound of the water trickling from terracotta pot to terracotta pot gives an illusion of coolness. Today is a day made for doing lots of nothing.
Lying on my stomach, I reach back and unclip the bikini. I hate white lines in a nice tan, and I’m hoping to build up at least a little bit of a tan this summer. It’s a naughty little erotic buzz, laying here, my back nude, the sides of my breasts viewable. I wonder if Mike can see me from his window. Actually, he probably can. I’m far enough up the garden to be seen from the second floor. Is he watching me? The idea of those sweet student eyes devouring my body is more than just appealing. I feel a throb in the pit of my stomach, inching lower to my pussy, beating in time with my heart.
What if I slip off my bottoms? I do hate tan lines. The garden isn’t particularly over-looked, it’s hot and maybe Mike would like to see my rotund buttocks from his vantage point. I sucked at hinting I was sexually interested in him last night. Surely lying here naked should work?
My fingers quake as I lift up slightly on my knees and ease the red panties down my legs, I kick them off, not knowing where they’ve landed and honestly not caring, either. I can feel the sun beating down on my exposed buttocks. The heat is delicious, the slight breath of wind tickling across my flesh even more so. Now, if this doesn’t get him out here to ravish me, nothing will.
I cannot concentrate on the words in my book. I keep imagining his eyes feasting on my body. I wonder if he’s an ass or a boob man. Hmm, well he’s seen plenty of my bottom, maybe it’s time to show him my breasts?
I roll over, careful to keep the book in front of my eyes at all times. I feel my breasts shifting and swaying with the movement ’til they settle, nipples straining upwards to the sun. I keep my legs straight. He can see my soft, brown pubic hair now. I can feel that the top of my inner thighs are slick. I rub them together, sending delicious shock waves through my body.
“Hey, looks like I’m over dressed.”
I look up from my book to see Mike striding across the garden in nothing but a pair of plaid shorts. My God, this man is sex on legs, no he is. Large, broad chest with inviting brown nipples, soft stomach, and the cutest little belly buttonï¿½/span>
“Oh yeah, I don’t like tan lines.” I stop gawping and reply to his greeting. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind? No, of course not.” His cheeks flush red, his eyes strain to look only at my face. I smile at him and our eyes lock, Yes, he wants me; it’s so open, so obvious in his eyes. I just hope he realises I want him, too.
He lays out his towel, placing down a thick, serious looking book upon it. Then, with his back to me, he slips the shorts down over his buttocks and shakes them to the ground. If I wasn’t turned on before, I am now. His bottom is firm and just ripe for kissing and licking and biting and digging my nails into as he drives into me. He lies down on his stomach, obscuring a good view of his front, but I am sure his cock is just as inviting as those buttocks.
“Have you got any sun screen on?”
“I put a bit of lotion on when I came out,” I reply, smiling.
“That’s a good hour or so, isn’t it? And, you’re not wearing your bikini now. I don’t want you to burn your, erm, sensitive areas.”
“Well, I guess I should put some more on,” I reply. Then a realisation hits me, “but I can’t exactly rub my own back, can I?”
“Ahh, well it’s lucky I’m here then.” He sits up slowly, taking the small white bottle of lotion in his hands. I flip over onto my front, watching avidly as he kneels beside me. I can see his cock now and I find myself licking my lips in appreciation of it. It isn’t hard, but it’s not completely flaccid either. It lies nestled between his plump balls, and as I watch it bobs and inflates yet more. I’ve not seen a circumcised penis in the flesh before and I am fascinated by it’s shiny round balloon-shaped top. I imagine how it would feel in my mouth, then let out a slow moan as Mikes hands touch my shoulders.
I lay my head to the side on my hands and watch as his cock responds to his hands rubbing along my soft skin.
“You have wonderful hands,” I sigh happily as they slip down to the middle of my back, slicking on fruity-smelling lotion. I wonder what Mike’s lotion would feel like, spitting onto my soft skin, my cheek, my chin. My breasts, maybe, or my buttocks. My body shudders in response.
“I must have tickled your fancy there,” he chuckles, the deep timbre reverberating through his hands and down my back as he delights in this English turn of phrase. He dips down into the pool at the base of my spine and his fingers stop just at the top edge of my buttocks.
Mike replenishes the lotion, and I find myself nibbling on my bottom lip in anticipation. His soft, hands combined with the slightly cool liquid lotion sweeping over my warm buttocks is close to ecstasy. In fact, I feel my pussy clench and release as in orgasm, and I cannot hold in the low mewl of pleasure it elicits as he massages the lotion thoroughly into my skin. With his fingers slipping momentarily down the crack between the soft mounds, I feel his finger tip just gently caress over my tight asshole.
I swear he lingers, rubbing harder and longer than is needed, but I don’t mind. He could continue rubbing all day for me, except no, I want something else rubbing, not just my arse. His hands flow down my thighs and legs and I wonder what will happen next.
“Flip over.” He smiles, as if hearing my un-uttered question. “I might as well finish the job.”
I roll over slowly, trying to keep my legs together at the knees, but even so I know he catches a glimpse of my wet pussy as I settle on my back. He starts low, at my toes and the top of my feet. His thumb on the pad tickles and I giggle, making my breasts jiggle and causing his eyes to focus on them. I’ve never thought of feet as being particularly erogenous, but the way he strokes mine now changes my opinion. If he rubs long enough, I swear I’ll come, but his hands continue up my thighs, his body moving with them, nudging my legs apart as he goes.
His fingers on my thighs make me purr, and I wonder if he can feel that they are already sticky. I watch his face closely, squinting into the brightness. His eyes are fixed on the area of skin his hands are working on, but as I see his nostrils flair. I know he can smell my excitement.
His fingers edge up my inner thighs and I hold my breath, hoping. Silently begging for the touch I need. But those fingers glide up and rub into my hips. I watch as he pauses to pick up the lotion bottle, to squeeze out an ooze of white cream and put the container back down. His hands come together, sharing the white, cool gunk before descending to my hips, once more rubbing in circles. He’s bending over my centre, his very hard cock, gently bobbing against my pussy, occasionally slipping down and nudging my open lips and the small raised bump of my clit.
His hands continue their path upwards, pausing now and then for replenishment until he is extended over my body. His arms stretch out, his pubic area rubbing against mine as his hands smear my breasts with sun protection goodness. There is tweaking and twisting of my nipples that I know is not necessary for simple sun protection. Now it’s no longer a ruse; we’re going to fuck.
He pulls himself up over my body. His chest rubs against mine as he rests his arms either side of my head and dips in for a kiss. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him in, hooking my legs up around his thighs. I show him I need and want this, that I want to feel him sink his hard cock into me. Now, right now.
He smiles at me. Our gazes lock and he tips his head to one side, asking me if I want this, if he can have permission to fuck me. I incline my head and his hand slips between us as our eyes stay locked. His hand brushes past my mound and then I feel his cock rubbing at my entrance. I strain to keep my eyes open through the influx of desire and I see the “O” of pleasure as he slips deep inside of me, my pussy swallowing his length and squeezing it in my warm wetness.
I have to close my eyes as Mike strokes in and out of me. I wrap my legs around him and hold him inside as my body shudders with the intensity of it. I’m aware of the moans slipping from my lips, aware that the neighbours can hear, that maybe they’re watching us from their upper floor windows. My cunt squeezes in illicit pleasure, triggering off a length of orgasms that squeeze and massage his cock and makes him spit out the words, “Oh fuck, Jane.”
He moves faster, his orgasm building. My hands grip his shoulders, fingers running up into his hair then down the back of his neck, my nails digging into the flesh of his back as another round of orgasms rip through my body and encourage his release. He growls, a low rumbling sound that penetrates to my core and I feel him throbbing and letting go.
I hold him tight as he falls to my chest, kissing him gently, lovingly on the cheek. His cock slips from me and I feel empty, already longing to be filled with him again. He moves down my body until his head is resting on my thigh, just below my cream filled cunt. His fingers slam into me. I’m surprised and delighted by the intensity, screaming it out for all to hear as his fingers fuck me, the cool air of the passing breeze caressing my thighs and chest, cooling the sweat on my skin and adding to the sensuality of this moment. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it as the fingers plunge inside of me. I feel my orgasm rolling up, the heat and pressure curling and tightening until it is released and I cry out as it rolls away, as the juices drip from me, combined with his.
As soon as I stop shaking, he pulls his fingers out and lies to my side, wrapping his arm around me and kissing my neck. We snuggle close, no words needed, sated and exhausted, dozing in the hazy morning sun.
* * * *
I feel a hard body beside me, a strong, warm back pressing into my breasts, a tight arse pressing into my groin. I remember last night and lick my lips. This hot body belongs to Mike and we got sexy and sweaty together last night.
“Morning,” Mike sighs as I run my hand down his arm.
“Morning, gorgeous. Someone got me all sweaty last night.” I grin as he turns over and looks all innocent. “So I’m going for a shower.”
“Sounds great.” Mike grins, a cheeky twinkle in his light eyes. “I need a shower too. Can I join you?”
“Sure. I’m all for saving water.”
As I walk to the bathroom I feel his hand squeezing my buttock,
“You’re definitely an ass man,” I say, smiling.
“Not really. I just like touching you, anywhere.” His fingers stroke up and down my back as I smile at the compliment.
Quickly, I turn and wrap an arm around his shoulder, kissing him ruthlessly whilst fondling his erection with my other hand.
“I’m quite a fan of touching you, too.”
Giggling, I skip to the bathroom. The echo of his soft groan makes my pussy ache. Reaching over to switch on the shower, I feel his cock pressing against my buttocks, his hands on my hips. Leaving the shower to run a moment, I pull back, twirl around and place a kiss upon the end of Mike’s nose. Even crinkling his nose like a cute bunny makes him look sexy. I giggle, hop under the warm water jets and groan my appreciation.
“Hey, let me in on the action.” Mike steps into the glass booth and squeezes in next to me, his hands grasping my hips, pulling me close.
“Ouch!” The metallic thump echoes and Mike mumbles something under his breath as he lifts the shower head to accommodate his tall frame.
“Sorry,” I say, rubbing my hands through his hair, running my fingers down his cheek and to his chest.
“You will be,” he replies, grabbing my hips and spinning me round. My hands come up as I stumble, and I brace myself against the wall. The synthetic rain of the shower beats down my shoulders and runs down the sides of my breasts in rivulets, pooling at the base of my spine.
His hand slaps down on my butt. It takes me by surprise and stings a little as another strike lands on my other buttock. I hear him moving, then feel his lips on my tingling flesh. They cover my arse, butterfly kiss by butterfly kiss. Fingers part my flesh and I lean forward, my breasts pressing against the cold wall. I gasp and my nipples tighten. Mike’s cool fingers pry me open as the water runs down between my cheeks and flows between my plump lips, tickling sensually. His tongue slips between those exposed lips. Moaning, I grind back on his face, feeling his long, lithe tongue flicking forward, lapping at my clit.
Mike’s tongue slips up and down the length of my pussy, tickling back between my buttocks and gently circling my sensitive arsehole. It feels so good, his tongue probing my less-used hole and my moans become louder the further he penetrates me. His finger takes the place of his tongue. I try to relax as he presses the digit in, my effort aided by his tongue returning to tickle and tease my clit. My knees are shaking and I can already feel my orgasm coming closer and closer. Then he pulls his mouth away, and I groan my disappointment.
A few seconds later I hear the “click” of a flip top lid being opened and feel a thick stream of cool gel sliding down my back and over my buttocks. As Mike rubs it in, over my buttocks and between them, I can smell that it’s my shower gel. The citrus scent cuts through the steam and rejuvenates me, enhances the throb in my body. I ache for a release; I need to be filled, to be fucked. Mike stands and lathers me up, spinning me round to wash over my breasts and chest and tummy, I whisper in his ear, “Mikeï¿½ fuck me, please.”
I lean in and kiss his lips. Pulling him to me, my soaped up body slipping over his, my hands running down his back to cup his buttocks. Then one scoots round to his front and grasps his cock. I squeeze and pump it, enjoying the heavy throbbing in my hand as Mike whispers back, “I’m going to. I’m going to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”
Anal sex is something I’ve indulged in before, with little success. The guy has enjoyed it, but I haven’t. But from his lips, those words send a delicious shudder of suspense through my body. I eagerly spin around and present my arse to him.
His fingers work in my pussy, the water easing along my back and shoulders, massaging me, helping me to relax. I feel more shower gel being squeezed between my buttocks and then Mike’s finger eases into my tight hole once more. As I accommodate it, another is added and his other hand and fingers gently press against my clit, the pleasure alleviating the slight pain of being stretched.
I enjoy the feeling of his fingers in me, in my arse. It feels deliciously naughty and intense. I feel Mike move behind me. With his fingers still embedded in my anal passage he eases his cock into my gaping, juicy cunt.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” I groan out my enjoyment as he slams into me. His cock slips in with no problem and I enjoy the delicious friction his rhythm creates. His spare hand strokes my hip, and I am struck by the comfort and caring shown in that one action.
Our moans bump off one another as his body bumps off my buttocks with each thrust; they echo around us in the steamy confines of the shower. I feel them wash over our bodies like the constant insistent drumming of the water from above.
His cock slips out from my sucking, hungering cunt. I feel his fingers slipping from me, my tiny hole stretched. I am ready for him as he places his cock head at my opening. I feel the rounded head slipping inside of me, and I hiss as it enters, the slight edge of pain eased by his hands stroking my back and hips.
He presses forward as he feels me relax once more, and soon I am feeling intensely full. He rests his cock inside me, letting me become used to the sensation. His hand reaches up and runs along my back and over my shoulder. He presses my arm down, and I slip it from the wall. I lean further in, taking my weight on my other hand and rest the side of my face against the cool, wet tiles. He moves my hand down between my thighs and presses it between my open pussy lips. He moves his hips a little and massages his fingers over my knuckles, pressing my fingers in and onto my clit. As he starts to slowly establish a rhythm, his hand falls from mine and I continue to press and massage my clit. The heat of desire flooding me as Mike creates all kinds of forceful, pleasant sensations by gently rocking in and out of my tight arse.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, the sensations overwhelming me, my body shuddering and shaking with the severely sweet vibrations running through my arse and cunt. The rain of the shower tickles me, heightening the pleasurable experience, until every inch of my flesh is being overloaded with ecstasy.
“Jane, Jane, Jane.” Mike is muttering my name over and over as his thrusts become more frenzied. I do not know what is falling from my lips anymore. I’m not conscious of the words and noises at all, they’re just escaping from my mouth, releasing a little of the pressure as I build up to my explosion.
“Oh, Jane!” He groans as my pussy clenches and my whole body scrunches up with the intense joy of orgasm. I throb and scream as I come, the tingle of the shower feeling almost painful as it hits my skin, scorching me and leading me to higher peaks of passion.
I feel his nails digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he drives into me, harder and harder. So hard it does hurt, but it hurts in such a way that it makes more explosive orgasms cascade through my body. He growls, then roars like a victorious lion as he empties his hot, liquid pleasure into my tight, clenching arse.
I return my hands to brace against the wall. The length of Mike’s chest is pressed against my back; his arms wrap round me, holding me as his cock pops from inside. Carefully, I move round and hug him close. The pitter-patter of the shower echoes around us as we kiss and cuddle and revel in the post-sexual bliss. Gasping and panting, we slowly recover, ready to face another day, revitalized and refreshed by more than just the cleansing flow of water. There is nothing like sharing the kitchen and its duties with another person. Especially if that person is a hunky American with the tendency to pinch my bottom as he walks past.
“Right. I’ve finished those sandwiches.” He smiles and reaches out a hand to fondle my naked bottom under the edge of my long, white T-shirt.
“Excellent, I do believe that’s everything then.” I look up at the clock.
“Time I was getting dressed.”
Mike pulls an overly sad face. “Aww, do you gotta?” he whines.
“Yes, I gotta,” I mimic his American drawl, and I pinch his cheek in jest. He reaches around me, and grabs a buttock in each hand and presses his lips down on mine with so much passionate pressure I gasp for air when our lips finally part.
“I still gotta.” I smile. “But now I wish I could stay here all night with you.”
“We can have some fun at the party still,” he says, and his hands casually rest on my waist. He leans in close to my ear,
“Just make sure you wear a skirt and no panties and we’ll have lots of fun.”
“Promise?” I ask, my heart thudding, my cheeks flushed.
“Promise.” He smiles down at me, his light eyes shining with sexy secrets.
“Good.” I kiss his cheek and run off up the stairs. Does he know how much he’s just turned me on? The idea of possibly, maybe having sex at a party, amongst virtual friends (they’re not strangers, I’ve been speaking to them online for what seems like forever) excites me immensely.
Getting dressed is not a long drawn out process; I chose my dress days before, as I planned for this United Kingdom meet of erotically-minded people. A simple red cotton thing with buttons up the front, the bottom two left loose so that as I walk and when I sit you can glimpse my long, lithe legs through the slit. The top is v-necked and sinks low enough to reveal ample amounts of my creamy cleavage. It is beautifully shaped to make the most of my curves, pulled in at the waist to show off my hips and my breastsæ¢¥imply sexy.
“Just like me,” I chuckle as I slip my feet into matching red low-heeled shoes.
“What did you say?” Mike pops his head round my open door, and I jump.
“Oh, I was talking to myself. Are you ready then?”
“I am,” he replies, walking towards me. “I challenge any man alive to see you in that dress and to not be ready.”
His eyes roam my body, and I twirl for him, giggling.
“Charmer.” I smile as I end up in his arms.
“Charming,” he retorts and slips his hands up under my skirt, where they stroke my naked flesh. “Very charming.”
I grin up at him, a blush flushing my face.
“And you can add cute to that list too,” he adds, eyes gazing into mine as his hand trails over my hip. His fingers slip down through my springy pubic hair and between my damp folds. “And hot, very hot.”
I bury my head in his shoulder, coyly appreciating the comments of such a sexy guy. I let his fingers explore my folds as I breathe in his citrus-spiced aftershave and enjoy the feel of his cotton shirt under my cheek as his finger coaxes and strokes my clit to arousal. He steps away from my body, but instead of walking away as I expect he plucks at my dress, pulling open the buttons. He sinks to his knees before peeling open the dress sides and looking straight at my pussy.
“No knickers, good.”
As his fingers pry me open, the tip of his tongue flicks maddeningly over my clit.
“Oh fuck, we’ve not got time for this… “I groan.
“There is always time for this.” His eyes smile up at me as his tongue laps over my clit. I close my eyes and stop worrying. I allow my body to wallow in the ecstasy coursing through my veins. His hands slip down my thighs and then, with just a gentle push, I topple backwards and thud down onto the bed. I giggle and then gasp as Mike runs his hands up my thighs. His face is there, between them. His tongue probes between my lips to seek out my clit. He drives me to scream his name as his tongue artfully flicks over my clit and sends bolts of joy through me. My whole body vibrates with sexual tension.
His tongue slips between my lips and sinks into my tight, juicy hole, flicking back and forth. I squirm as I moan and pant. I feel as if I’m spinning out of control and when his strong tongue once again sets to flicking a hard rhythm across my clit, I totally lose it. Thrashing and grasping the duvet in my hands I come, long and hard, with a yell that surprises me with its loud intensity. As I lie panting, my mobile rings.
“That was Paul. They’re all over at the pub. They’ll be at the club in an hour. Fuck, we better get going.”
* * * *
I fasten up my dress and we rush out, my pussy still throbbing. “They’ll be here soon!” I flap the tea towel in my hand as I panic.
“Calm down,” Mike grabs the tray and places it neatly in the only gap left on the packed table, “DJ is set up, food is out, bar is open. Everything is fine. Breathe Jane, breathe.”
I let out a shuddering breath.
“Sorry, I get a bit erm, yeah. Sorry.” I snuggle into his chest. Being there makes everything seem right, his protective arms shielding me from the stresses and strains of playing hostess. Of course there is a deeper worry in my mind, but Andy wouldn’t dare turn up now, would he? Not after nigh on raping me in the club last night. Last night? It seems so much further back in time than that. The ecstasy of being (in every sense of the word) with Mike has left the horror of Andy’s forced kisses and caresses a distant, unpleasant memory.
“I’ll look after you,” he whispers into my hair, his cheek resting on top of my head. “Don’t worry.” He must have sensed the unease in the tightness of my hug, and I momentarily squeeze harder.
“Thanks,” I reply. “I know you will.”
“So this is what she’s been up to all day,” Rose’s booming voice echoes across the musty smelling hall. “Snuggling with the sexy American.”
I turn towards her voice, Mike’s arms still lightly holding me.
“Can you blame me?” I ask, watching her deep brown eyes look my man up and down in appraisal.
“Not at all” she replies, a seductive pout turning into a broad grin and an echo of laughter leads into greetings and hugs and the start of a party.
* * * *
It’s going well. People are mingling, dancing and eating my lovingly prepared food. I haven’t been able to spend as much time with Mike as I’d like. I’ve been mingling, letting people know I’m ok and generally fielding questions about what Mike and I have been up to all day. My pussy throbs distractingly every time someone asks and I can feel my juices coating my thighs, ready for Mike, whenever we next get to fuck.
A camera flash goes off somewhere in the corner and suddenly I remember that I left my camera in the car. I really want to take some photos of the proceedings, so I excuse myself from the dancing bevy of sexy ladies and head outside, across the road and to my battered but cute automobile. The American word jumps to mind unbidden and makes me smile. Mike must be rubbing off on me. Mmmmï¿½what a delightful mental image.
I click open the door and lean in to open the glove box and fish around for my camera. Damning the trend for smaller and smaller technology I stretch further, scrabbling round for the palm-sized square. It finally falls under my fingers.
I leap in surprise as fingers pinch into my stretched buttocks. I stumble off the pavement and bang my knees on the edge of the passenger seat as I land.
“You do look delicious on your knees.”
I stiffen as the familiar voice oozes through the air to my ears. It isn’t the tempting, teasing voice of my American lover but the harsh, spittle filled notes of Andy’s repugnant voice.
“I’d ask if you’re pleased to see me,” he laughs harshly “but I doubt you can see me from there. Can you feel me though?” His hand runs over my buttock and I edge forward on my knees, shuddering in fear and anger.
“Don’t move. Don’t scream or I will do more than scratch you with my nails.”
I feel a tear drip down my cheek. Why the fuck did I come out here alone? Mike doesn’t even know I’m not in the building. I feel my skirt being inched up my legs and I shudder, my skin aching to be away from his fingers, my flesh sparking painfully as the skirt edge tickles past the bottom edge of my buttocks.
“Get the fuck away from my woman.” Mike’s voice carries over the narrow back street, his shoes clicking and echoing on the tarmac as he strides towards the car. “Fuck off, you pervert and leave her alone.”
“Why? What are you going to do about it?” Andy sneers. Mike doesn’t utter a word but I hear scuffling behind me and my skirt is dropped. I hear the dull thud of a fist hitting flesh and the low “oomph” of air escaping from a man’s lungs. I back out of the car, stand up and push the door shut. Turning round I bump into a familiar strong chest.
Mikes arms wrap around me and claim my lips for a soft, loving kiss. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, thanks, again,” I smile sheepishly.
“You’re welcome. What were you doing out here all on your own?” He crinkles his brows sternly, but his eyes are smiling.
“I just didn’t think. I was only coming to get my camera. How did you find me?”
“I wondered where you were. I happened to ask Rose and she said you were just going out to the car. So, I ran down to check on you.”
“Thank God.” I kiss him again, my lips pressing hard against his. I hold him close, grasping him as I pour out my gratitude in a long, lingering kiss.
Mike’s hands run down over my back, comforting and arousing me. His kiss is fiercely passionate. I can feel his heart thudding hard against my chest, the adrenalin still flowing through him. I want him. My mind is completely consumed by his body, his heat and the hesitant bump pressing into my pelvis. I run a hand over his chest, plucking at his sensitive nipples through his cotton shirt. He growls into my mouth and breaks away, kissing down my neck, biting and nipping as he goes.
“Oh fuck, Mike.” I groan as he nibbles and sucks on my neck. I feel my body melt and I lean harder against him, my legs only just holding me up. One hand cups my breast, then slips between us and pops open a couple of buttons on my dress. His fingers grip the weight of my breast through the lacy material of my bra. Roughly, he pulls the cup down and grasps and squeezes my breast, rubbing his thumb over my taut nipple.
“Mike, someone might see us. He might see us.”
“Let the sad pervert watch. Let him see that you’re mine. Don’t deny it Jane, this is turning you on. Besides, baby, I don’t think I can stop.”
He pulls back from me, grasping both sides of my dress in his hands. Tugging sharply the buttons fall from their fastened positions and expose my naked pussy to the cool evening air.
His body is pushed against me again, his lips claim mine and his fingers slip down into my hot, wet slit.
“Fuck, you are turned on,” he hisses as he kisses over my cheeks, my chin, my neck, any area of flesh his lips fall on.
“Good God, you’re a hot piece of ass,” he croons, his hands going round to my buttocks. I lock one leg around him and he slips a hand under my thigh to hold me up. I feel my exposed cunt rub up and down the heavy cotton of his trousers, feeling his cock trying to break through and fuck me.
The words won’t drop from my mouth, but I want to feel him inside of me now. He’s right, being out here, being so exposed is arousing me. I groan and grind my hips against him, forcing his fingers deep inside of me. The hint of danger, the possibility of someone watching, even that of my attacker watching; it drives me to dizzying heights of arousal. I hear Mike fumbling with the zip of his trousers, his fingers leaving my hungry pussy.
I reach a hand down to help him snap open the button and free himself from the confines of his black trousers and boxers. I look down between our bodies and groan as his hard cock springs into sight. I watch as he runs it up and down my wet slit. I cannot take the pleasure anymore and have to close my eyes, throwing my head back as he forces his cock into my willing, waiting pussy. We both moan as he rocks forward until our stomachs touch. He is fully embedded inside me.
Gripping my thigh, he begins to move in and out of me. I feel so slutty being fucked like this, my naked breast poking from my bra, my dress hanging off my shoulders, exposing my flesh to the air and to the view of anyone looking. Being fucked by a fully dressed guy makes me feel even more deliciously dirty.
“Jane, you’re so hot.” His teeth nibble on my neck. He bites down as he fucks me and I cry out, angling my pelvis so he can get more of him inside. My hands run through his hair and scratch at his shoulders. I feel him building and I sneak a hand between us. I feel my hard clit, wet with my juices. I rub it up and down frantically as the passion builds.
“Yes, come for me,” he growls as his hips buck with greater passion. As he pulls my leg closer around his waist, the extra bump sets off the alarm in my clit. It rings and vibrates like an old fashioned alarm clock as I scream out and dig my nails deeper into his shoulders and back. He slams inside of me and bites down on my shoulder, the harsh pain making me grind against him once more, hitting my sensitised clit and sending a rush of hot pleasure through my body.
He pulls away from me after kissing my cheek and fastens his pants. I hurriedly paw my breast back inside my bra and attempt to fasten up my dress buttons with shaking fingers. Mike comes close to help me and I smile at him, kissing his lips.
“Let’s get back to the party. They’ll wonder where we’ve been.”
Walking into the room, a catcall goes up and hands clap. We don’t understand what the excitement is about, but the shouts of “Bravo!” “Good show!” and “Encore!” make us wonder. Rose comes over to us and pulls us to a large window at the side of the dance floor. Looking out, you can see my car and the wall behind it.
They had seen us fucking. I flush bright red but the embarrassment is tinged with excitement and pride.
Mike speaks up. “We’re glad you enjoyed the show, you perverts!” The room echoes with laughter.
* * * *
ï¿½/span>”I’m going to miss you,” I sigh as we walk into the airport. Mike has his luggage on one side and my hand in the other.
“It’s not going to be forever,” Mike smiles, squeezing my palm.
“I know, but I’m still going to miss you.” I look down as tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes.
“I’m gonna miss you too, darlin’,” he sighs, “so very much.”
We walk in silence over to the check in. I feel as if I’m walking through treacle, like my chest is being pulled tight into a corset. I always knew it’d be hard saying goodbye to Mike after his time here, but I never realised it’d be this difficult. I don’t think I can physically go on.
“We’ve got some time to kill. Come and sit with me in the waiting room.”
Mike smiles down at me and I smile back, a hollow smile that hides the tumult of emotion raging inside of me. I want to cry, I want to scream and stamp my feet. I don’t want him to leave. I want to hold him here, here with me, where he damn well belongs.
“Jane, are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I chirp, smiling at him.
“Come on then, let’s go and watch the planes.”
I follow him meekly as he leads me over to the wall of window looking out onto the runway. He slips around a corner, and takes a seat beside a large, plastic pot plant which isolates the corner from the bustle of travellers on the other side.
I move to sit beside him, but he pulls on my arm and I stumble into his lap. His arms wrap tightly around me so I can’t move. I look at him, raising my eyebrows.
“I want to feel you close,” he replies, kissing my cheek. I snuggle into his arms and plant a kiss on the top of his head. We sit, locked together and watch the jets moving in and out of the airport. The people contained inside are going on holiday, travelling for work or going home. The screams of excited children blend with the snaps of stressed parents and the yells of those flyers who’ve indulged in some Dutch courage before boarding. I feel completely isolated from them.
Mike’s hand slips under my orange cotton top and rubs up and down my back, soothing me. I lean even further into him and his fingers snake forward and stroke over the cotton bra cup that hides my breast. His light touch tightens my nipples and I gasp, my eyes drifting left and right; but there are no holidaymakers in view.
“What are you doing?” I hiss into his ear, my hand laying over his. “People might see.”
“I’m using the time I have left in England to do my very favourite thing.”
I look into his eyes and he answers my silent question.
“Making love to you.”
“But…” I try to protest, but the words just won’t come. I feel his hand under my skirt, untucking it from between us ’til I’m sat on his lap, my naked buttocks rubbing against his rough jean covered thighs. “å²eople might see.”
“There’s no one looking, and even if someone did see, they’d only see a gorgeous girl sitting in a tall guy’s lap, nothing more.”
I can feel his erection pressing through his pants and now his fingers are there, unzipping and freeing his hard cock. I don’t care if someone sees us now, my arousal has awoken and I want him. I need to feel him inside me because I’m going to miss it so much when he’s gone.
I turn on his lap so I’m facing out, my legs draped over his. I lift my bottom as he rubs his cock down between my buttocks and I bite down a gasp as he pops inside of me. His hardness stretches me, almost painfully, but as I move my pelvis the pleasure explodes.
His hands stroke through my hair, his lips nuzzle at my ear as he lets out a low, deep, quiet moan that sets my body on fire. I rest my hands in my lap, one behind the other. Anyone looking on will see me genteelly perched upon my boyfriends lap, enjoying a last snuggle before parting. They won’t know there is a cock buried deep inside me, below this billowing skirt, or that my finger is rubbing my clit through the light fabric.
“I’m going to miss this silky neck,” he whispers, letting his lips press against the aforementioned body part. “And this delicate arm and hand, the hand that feels so good wrapped around my cock.” He emphasises the word “cock” with a harsh lift of his hips that sends shockwaves that make me yelp. I flick my eyes from left to right, but no one heard. My cheeks are flushed with excitement as I wonder if someone is watching us from where we can’t see them.
“Oh, and these breasts, these sweet, succulent breasts,” his hand squeezes, his thumb gliding over my tight nipple, “and this cunt. I love how it fits me so perfectly. I’m going to miss you so much, so very much Jane.”
“I’m going to miss you, too.” I can feel my orgasm now, like a heavy weight in my pelvis, growing heavier and heavier until it’s tipped away and the lightness fills my being with ecstatic joy.
“Oh, Jane, I love you.” He hisses it through gritted teeth and freezes as his seed forces its way into me.
“I love you too,” I gulp, as my own orgasm dissipates into bliss. I turn to him, his softened member slipping from me as I wrap my arms around him and sob into his shoulder.
“It won’t be forever.” He croons, stroking my back. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”
“Really? Promise?” I sniff.
“Promise.” His lips meet mine and I feel the love, passion and sincerity. It may not take my pain away, but it will at least offer comfort over our long months apart.
“I have to go now, Jane. I’ll be boarding soon.”
“Okay,” I sniff. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologise.” He holds me tight. “Don’t ever apologise for loving me.”
I watch him disappear towards customs and I smile. I’m still sad, I’m going to miss him so very much, but I have his words to keep me smiling.
“It won’t be forever, you know.”
But I would wait forever for him, if I had to.