It's 45 minutes to Liverpool Street
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It's 45 minutes to Liverpool Street
This
is a true story, the only thing is it isn't my true story. I was told
this by a friend of mine when we were talking about first time
experiences. As an introduction to sex I think this is a damn good one.
I had met Josh at the youth club, he had turned up with a group of friends some of whom I already knew. We had hit it off immediately, we just had a sort of "feeling", we clicked.... you know what I mean. Maybe it was because he wasn't English either. When I was young in the Uk I was always the Spanish girl. I never really shook that label and in fact in the end came to enjoy the sort of exotic fame that it brought me. Josh was from the West Indies. His parents had just moved to London. He had a sort of short afro and wonderfully warm light brown skin. His face was full of character, always smiling and his eyes were deep pools of sensuality, or at least they were to me.
Initially I just sort of ignored him. I don't know why but in the Uk everyone always thinks that people from a foreign country are much looser than they are. I had had to guard my virginity really hard in order to stave off the idea that I was "easy". Josh was in the upper sixth like me but just not in my school. He was studying Art and History as two of his four A levels just like me too. We had a lot of stuff in common but I only talked to him when I was with a group of people at the start. He tried to single me out but I would see him coming and smoothly insert myself into a group of people chatting next to me so he couldn't get me alone.
Of course the messages started to arrive immediately. "Josh likes you, why don't you talk to him?" "Josh is hot for you." "Jost wants to know if you like him too." Both my girlfriends and other guys kept passing me messages that sounded more and more desperate. I would always answer that I just wasn't looking for a boyfriend. I would limit myself to catching his eye "accidentally" and then looking away embarassed.
One Friday evening those of us who were alredy eighteen had arranged to meet up in a pub in a small village called Ongar. I hitched a ride with a girlfriend of mine in her car and we arrived at about half eight, the Jazz band was due to start playing at nine. As we walked from her car to the door to the pub she nudged me, over by the fence there was a blue trial bike, the motorbike that I knew Josh rode. "Tonight's the night!" She teased me. I slapped her on her arse and pushed the door open to the pub.
Our small group was over in a corner sitting on two sides of a wooden table. The seat along the wall was a long sort of bench seat. Josh was sitting in the middle of it between another three people. My friend Lucy pushed me down into a seat opposite him. The guys bought the drinks and we all started chatting.
Josh started talking about his art project, the pictures he had chosen to do for the A level exams. I was deeply interested as I was in a real mess about what to choose from my own works so we were soon deeply engrossed comparing ideas and theories about what would be best. I had soon forgotten the rest of the table. I was also taken in completely by him physically. He had fine features though retaining a slightly spread nose and rather full lips. His afro gave him an African look but his light colouring gave away his West Indian heritage. He spoke with a rolling sort of accent and said lovely things like, "ya know man," a lot. I think he was putting it on a little but I loved it. I couldn't stop watching his lips and eyes, I was entranced and it was showing.
At one point I got up to go to the toilet and Lucy came with me. In the cubicle I hoisted up my skirt and dropped my knickers as Lucy leant against the toilet door (yes inside with me). "You really like him don't you," she said. "We can all see that. You should go out with him, he will ask you I'm sure." I made a face, "I don't want a boyfriend," I insisted. Lucy looked serious, "look Laia, no one is going to call you a slapper after you have ignored every boy in school for eight months. You should go for it. He's got a great body and lovely hands!" Lucy liked big hands. She always said big hands meant big equipment.
We came out of the toilet and made our way back to the group. A couple of the boys fell in with us as we crossed the pub carrying another round. Lucy was in front of me as we got to the table and the boys were hustling us to sit down quick as the drinks were heavy. I got a not so subtle shove over in the direction of the wall and suddenly found myself shuffling up the bench seat till I was sitting right next to Josh.
Everyone was sitting there with silly grins on their faces. As I realised I was sat right next to Josh I just died. My face started burning and I was blushing furiously. Then Luch started applauding, she was cheering and the others joined in. I couldn't look up at Josh but then I felt his arm around my shoulders and he spoke quietly into my ear. "I didna do this but I am really happy you are here next to me. Though if you ain't happy I will sit somewhere else," he said. He started to remove his arm from around my shoulders but I caught his hand and kept it there. I looked over at him as everyone started to clap again and then he kissed me.
Well that was that. Josh and I were suddenly an item. He couldn't take me home that night from the pub because he didn't have another helmet but after that I got used to travelling with him on his bike everywhere. We went out almost every day somewhere together, we studied together, we painted together, we even went to see West Ham v Chelsea together. It was a really happy time for me.
All through this time I was dying to do more. We kissed and we got off a lot, that is we made out as the Americans say, but as my Gran used to say it was, "all above the waist."
One day we arranged to go to a local art exhibition. Josh arrived to pick me up and I was wearing court shoes with a very short skirt and a cotton top. My only concession to the bike was a short pick cotton jacket in the style of a denim jacket. He looked my up and down appreciatively, which made me all hot, and asked, "how yer gonna ride with that skirt?" I placed one foot on the peg and swung my leg over the back of the bike, my skirt rode right up so that all my thighs were visible. I snuggled against his back with my crotch pushing against his rear. He placed one hand on my leg and ran it back up my thigh right up to my hip. "Damn girl," he said with a chuckle. As we rode through the traffic I got a lot of attention, people wolf whistled and honked their horns. As this went on Josh's grin just got bigger and bigger. When we were travelling flat out he kept his warm hand firmly on my thigh.
We arrived at the exhibition and I was flushed from the ride, his hand on my leg and all the attention. "You love dat don't ya?" He accused me, I just smiled saucily and pushed my skirt down flat along my legs.
Summer started properly and things got hotter. By that I mean the weather got better and Josh and I got more and more involved. We touched each other intimately a couple of times and eventually he managed to slip a couple of fingers into me when we were at out hottest. I had discovered that he had almost no fat on his body so all his muscles were really well defined. I adored looking at his torso but what drove me mad was his cock. He had an even better cock. Long, hard and darker than the rest of his body it just drove me wild. I loved gripping him firmly and pumping my hand slowly up and down his hard length. I also love the effect it had on him, making him groan and buck. Eventually we got to the point where he would come in hot white spurts all over my hands and arms, damn that was hot.
I never orgasmed when he fingered me but I came close. In fact then I didn't know what an orgasm was. At that point I was getting so much pleasure from his lips on my nipples and his hands on my sex that I didn't think anything could be better.
A couple of more times he ran across my exhibitionist side. I loved to walk around his parents' house naked. I would stand in the windows absolutely starkers as he laughed himself silly at the idea of his neighbours seeing me. One day we ordered pizza and I answered the door in a short silk jacket of his sister's with nothing on underneath. The young boy delivering the pizza couldn't believe what he was seeing though I was glad Josh was behind me looking menacing.
Then came the day we decided to go up to the Summer exhibition at the Royal Academy in London. We were really excited about seeing all the works as, of course, many of them were from amateurs like us. We had decided to go up to see the exhibition but as luck would have it we had our first real argument the very night before we travelled up to the Royal Academy. Really I should have seen it coming. Josh had set up a romantic evening for us which, in his mind, ended with us making love for the first time. I wasn’t wholly against the idea but it just didn’t have the right feel for me. I wanted something different, something special. Pizza and a bottle of wine in front of the fire wasn’t raunchy enough. I tried to explain this to him but I could see that all I was doing was making my refusal harder for him to accept.
I had met Josh at the youth club, he had turned up with a group of friends some of whom I already knew. We had hit it off immediately, we just had a sort of "feeling", we clicked.... you know what I mean. Maybe it was because he wasn't English either. When I was young in the Uk I was always the Spanish girl. I never really shook that label and in fact in the end came to enjoy the sort of exotic fame that it brought me. Josh was from the West Indies. His parents had just moved to London. He had a sort of short afro and wonderfully warm light brown skin. His face was full of character, always smiling and his eyes were deep pools of sensuality, or at least they were to me.
Initially I just sort of ignored him. I don't know why but in the Uk everyone always thinks that people from a foreign country are much looser than they are. I had had to guard my virginity really hard in order to stave off the idea that I was "easy". Josh was in the upper sixth like me but just not in my school. He was studying Art and History as two of his four A levels just like me too. We had a lot of stuff in common but I only talked to him when I was with a group of people at the start. He tried to single me out but I would see him coming and smoothly insert myself into a group of people chatting next to me so he couldn't get me alone.
Of course the messages started to arrive immediately. "Josh likes you, why don't you talk to him?" "Josh is hot for you." "Jost wants to know if you like him too." Both my girlfriends and other guys kept passing me messages that sounded more and more desperate. I would always answer that I just wasn't looking for a boyfriend. I would limit myself to catching his eye "accidentally" and then looking away embarassed.
One Friday evening those of us who were alredy eighteen had arranged to meet up in a pub in a small village called Ongar. I hitched a ride with a girlfriend of mine in her car and we arrived at about half eight, the Jazz band was due to start playing at nine. As we walked from her car to the door to the pub she nudged me, over by the fence there was a blue trial bike, the motorbike that I knew Josh rode. "Tonight's the night!" She teased me. I slapped her on her arse and pushed the door open to the pub.
Our small group was over in a corner sitting on two sides of a wooden table. The seat along the wall was a long sort of bench seat. Josh was sitting in the middle of it between another three people. My friend Lucy pushed me down into a seat opposite him. The guys bought the drinks and we all started chatting.
Josh started talking about his art project, the pictures he had chosen to do for the A level exams. I was deeply interested as I was in a real mess about what to choose from my own works so we were soon deeply engrossed comparing ideas and theories about what would be best. I had soon forgotten the rest of the table. I was also taken in completely by him physically. He had fine features though retaining a slightly spread nose and rather full lips. His afro gave him an African look but his light colouring gave away his West Indian heritage. He spoke with a rolling sort of accent and said lovely things like, "ya know man," a lot. I think he was putting it on a little but I loved it. I couldn't stop watching his lips and eyes, I was entranced and it was showing.
At one point I got up to go to the toilet and Lucy came with me. In the cubicle I hoisted up my skirt and dropped my knickers as Lucy leant against the toilet door (yes inside with me). "You really like him don't you," she said. "We can all see that. You should go out with him, he will ask you I'm sure." I made a face, "I don't want a boyfriend," I insisted. Lucy looked serious, "look Laia, no one is going to call you a slapper after you have ignored every boy in school for eight months. You should go for it. He's got a great body and lovely hands!" Lucy liked big hands. She always said big hands meant big equipment.
We came out of the toilet and made our way back to the group. A couple of the boys fell in with us as we crossed the pub carrying another round. Lucy was in front of me as we got to the table and the boys were hustling us to sit down quick as the drinks were heavy. I got a not so subtle shove over in the direction of the wall and suddenly found myself shuffling up the bench seat till I was sitting right next to Josh.
Everyone was sitting there with silly grins on their faces. As I realised I was sat right next to Josh I just died. My face started burning and I was blushing furiously. Then Luch started applauding, she was cheering and the others joined in. I couldn't look up at Josh but then I felt his arm around my shoulders and he spoke quietly into my ear. "I didna do this but I am really happy you are here next to me. Though if you ain't happy I will sit somewhere else," he said. He started to remove his arm from around my shoulders but I caught his hand and kept it there. I looked over at him as everyone started to clap again and then he kissed me.
Well that was that. Josh and I were suddenly an item. He couldn't take me home that night from the pub because he didn't have another helmet but after that I got used to travelling with him on his bike everywhere. We went out almost every day somewhere together, we studied together, we painted together, we even went to see West Ham v Chelsea together. It was a really happy time for me.
All through this time I was dying to do more. We kissed and we got off a lot, that is we made out as the Americans say, but as my Gran used to say it was, "all above the waist."
One day we arranged to go to a local art exhibition. Josh arrived to pick me up and I was wearing court shoes with a very short skirt and a cotton top. My only concession to the bike was a short pick cotton jacket in the style of a denim jacket. He looked my up and down appreciatively, which made me all hot, and asked, "how yer gonna ride with that skirt?" I placed one foot on the peg and swung my leg over the back of the bike, my skirt rode right up so that all my thighs were visible. I snuggled against his back with my crotch pushing against his rear. He placed one hand on my leg and ran it back up my thigh right up to my hip. "Damn girl," he said with a chuckle. As we rode through the traffic I got a lot of attention, people wolf whistled and honked their horns. As this went on Josh's grin just got bigger and bigger. When we were travelling flat out he kept his warm hand firmly on my thigh.
We arrived at the exhibition and I was flushed from the ride, his hand on my leg and all the attention. "You love dat don't ya?" He accused me, I just smiled saucily and pushed my skirt down flat along my legs.
Summer started properly and things got hotter. By that I mean the weather got better and Josh and I got more and more involved. We touched each other intimately a couple of times and eventually he managed to slip a couple of fingers into me when we were at out hottest. I had discovered that he had almost no fat on his body so all his muscles were really well defined. I adored looking at his torso but what drove me mad was his cock. He had an even better cock. Long, hard and darker than the rest of his body it just drove me wild. I loved gripping him firmly and pumping my hand slowly up and down his hard length. I also love the effect it had on him, making him groan and buck. Eventually we got to the point where he would come in hot white spurts all over my hands and arms, damn that was hot.
I never orgasmed when he fingered me but I came close. In fact then I didn't know what an orgasm was. At that point I was getting so much pleasure from his lips on my nipples and his hands on my sex that I didn't think anything could be better.
A couple of more times he ran across my exhibitionist side. I loved to walk around his parents' house naked. I would stand in the windows absolutely starkers as he laughed himself silly at the idea of his neighbours seeing me. One day we ordered pizza and I answered the door in a short silk jacket of his sister's with nothing on underneath. The young boy delivering the pizza couldn't believe what he was seeing though I was glad Josh was behind me looking menacing.
Then came the day we decided to go up to the Summer exhibition at the Royal Academy in London. We were really excited about seeing all the works as, of course, many of them were from amateurs like us. We had decided to go up to see the exhibition but as luck would have it we had our first real argument the very night before we travelled up to the Royal Academy. Really I should have seen it coming. Josh had set up a romantic evening for us which, in his mind, ended with us making love for the first time. I wasn’t wholly against the idea but it just didn’t have the right feel for me. I wanted something different, something special. Pizza and a bottle of wine in front of the fire wasn’t raunchy enough. I tried to explain this to him but I could see that all I was doing was making my refusal harder for him to accept.
He
wrestled with my request for something special, “what is special for you?” He
asked. I racked my brain but I just
couldn’t put my finger on it. I guess in
my perverse little mind I wanted him to figure that out all by himself even
though I didn’t know what it was either.
Anyway
the next morning we had arranged to meet up at my local station. We were taking the train up to London and we
wanted to get there early as we had a load of things planned for the day. I was dressed in a pair of shorts, well cut
off jeans, and an oversized t-shirt that Josh had given me. It hung off one shoulder and halfway down my
arm easily revealing my bra underneath.
I hung around on the platform all alone with my long dark hair blowing
in the breeze looking up and down trying to find Josh.
Suddenly
I noticed a large bunch of flowers making its way down the platform towards
me. I suddenly felt stricken, he had
bought me flowers? Josh came up to me
and peered round the side of the flowers with his typical cheeky grin. Then he compounded my guilt trip my
apologising for pushing me the night before.
“Yer gonna do it when ya ready to,” he said smiling at me. My heart melted, it was the sweetest thing
ever.
The
train pulled in and Josh pulled open the door to the compartment, I climbed in
and it closed with a heavy clunk. The
long bench seats smelt pleasantly of the thousands of people who used it
everyday and inside it was warm and clean though covered with suggestive
graffiti. With a lurch the train pulled
out of the station.
I sat
down and sat staring at Josh, he was wearing faded jeans and a loose white
cotton shirt. He looked gorgeous.
Then
it struck me, I really did love him and I really did want him. Then something else struck me.
You
have to have travelled on the old main line up to Liverpool Street on the old
commuter trains to get this. The trains
then were divided into individual compartments, each door gave onto a small
section that had bench seats across the width of the train and another door on
the other side. No corridor, no
connection to the next compartment, we were isolated from the rest of the
train. My naughty perverse little
imagination started to take over.
As
Josh looked out of the window I suddenly lay out full length on the seat,
arching my back up I unbuttoned the top of my shorts, unzipped them and
wriggled them off my hips. Sitting back
up I quickly dumped my shorts on the floor, shucked off my sandals and then
bounced up pulling my knickers down as I went.
With them gone I simply pulled my t-shirt over my head and quickly
reached back behind me to the clasp on my bra.
My bra joined the rest of my clothes on the floor and I was completely
naked.
It
felt thrilling, nude in a very public place.
Outer London flying past the windows outside. “Hey Josh,” I called. He turned to look at me and his jaw dropped
in a wonderfully dramatic way. “Come
on,” I said, “get ‘em off!” I struck a
couple of poses and then turned to the window on my side of the carriage. I dropped the glass down and leaned out of
the window whooping in delight. Josh had
a great view of my arse and legs as I leaned out of the window and a group of
railway workers walking along the track got an eyeful of the rest of me as we
hurtled past.
It
was 45 minutes till Liverpool Street and I was determined to enjoy it.
I
turned back to Josh and he was still standing there swaying with the movement
of the train. “Come on,” I
insisted. I beckoned him over and when
he was in front of me I ran my hands up his stomach under his shirt. The feel of his flat stomack and the muscles
on his chest was really exciting. I pulled his shirt up to his shoulders and he pulled it the rest of
the way off. “What are ja doin’ girl?”
He asked me. “Well, maybe for me this is
special,” I answered.
The
penny dropped and he grinned back at me.
I was starting to feel really horny.
The thrill of being naked on the train was making me really excited and
the idea that Josh was now going to make love to me was starting to really get
me going.
I
fumbled at his belt as he kicked his shoes off.
The leather of his belt slapped against my belly as I pulled it
open. I couldn’t manage the button at
the top of his jeans so he did it for me.
I was desperate to get hold of him and was biting my lip in anticipation. He undid his fly and I pushed his jeans and
his shorts down at the same time. As I
bent over to get them down to his knees his erection hit me in the face.
I
didn’t miss the change but wrapped my hands around it and dropped to my knees
in front of him. I stuffed his knob into
my mouth and started sucking on it like I was possessed. I was jerking him off
with both hands as a slavered over his glans.
I had never felt so wanton or behaved so desperately. He was already rock hard and the rigidity of
his cock was thrilling. I kept pumping
at him and grabbed his balls with my left hand.
“Whoa there,” he said pulling my mouth away from his cock. “Let’s be doing it.” He said.
He
pulled my to my feet and kissed me deeply and passionately. His hands found my breasts and his palms were
excitingly rough on my hard nipples. We
hit a tunnel and the shock of the blast of air from outside threw me against
him almost knocking us of our feet.
Now
Josh dropped down in front of me. He
tried to pull me down to the seat and I knew what he wanted to do. “Hang on,” I
said and I reached up to the luggage rack with both hands. Jost got the idea and sat down on the
seat. Hanging from the rack my pelvis
was right in front of his face. I draped
on leg over his shoulder and he caught hold of my arse cheeks with both
hands. As I draped my other leg over his
other shoulder he pulled my sex up to his mouth.
Oral
sex had never really been so great for me, I know now that Josh wasn’t great at
it but at that moment, hanging from a luggage rack in a train, totally naked
with terraced houses rushing past outside it felt out of this world. He sucked at me, licked me, tongue fucked me
and even lapped at my arsehole, which really quite shocked me. I was wet, my crotch bathed in my own sex
fluids and his saliva. Eventually I
pushed him away with one hand.
Letting
go of the rack I turned to the window and rested my hands against it. I bent over and stuck my arse out. “Come on Josh,” I called, “fuck me!” It sounded dirty and wanton but I really got
a kick out of saying it. Josh grinned
stupidly but got behind me quickly.
I
felt his hand between my legs as he directed his cock to my pussy. I bent over
further to make it easier and felt him lodge his knob at the entrance to my
sex. It felt incredibly raunchy. He pushed into my slightly and I could feel
it as he slipped inside my body. It was
an ecstatic feeling. He lay forward
along my back and reached round to squeeze my breasts. Small bucking movements lodged him deeper
inside me and I soon felt the urge to push back against him.
He
got into a sort of rhythm fucking me in controlled shallow movements. I felt full, bursting and really sexed
up. I wanted more and more. I pushed back against him more and reached
back to slap his thigh with one hand. I
had started moaning at some point but the wind from outside whipped my moans
away. He took hold of my hips and
started pushing further into me.
Amid
all the wild sexual pleasure I was still waiting for the pain, I was a virgin
after all, but it never came. As my
excitement grew I urged him on. My tits
were swaying under me following his rhythm.
His thrusts were more and more urgent and his stomach started to audibly
slap against my arse. I started to moan
louder, screaming even. I screamed out
of the window as Josh fucked me and lost myself in the pleasure. I felt completely animal and out of
control. I was pushing back against him,
grinding and bucking, trying to milk all the feeling I could out of his cock
inside me.
Suddenly
he stiffened and thrust up lifting me clear off my feet. At the same time I felt his cock jump inside
me, he made two more short thrusts and then I think his knees must have buckled
because suddenly he fell back onto the floor.
I also felt pretty wobbly so I flopped down onto the bench seat. I had one leg up on the seat and the other on
the floor. My sex gaped crudely and I
could feel his come oozing out of me.
“Dat
was fuckin’ amazin,” Josh gasped with an enormous stupid grin. I was also grinning stupidly.
I
shuffled down onto the seat and lifted my left leg up against one of the
headrests. “It’s fifteen minutes to
Liverpool Street Josh,” I said in an unrecognisably sultry voice. “Time for
some more special.” I could see his cock
already starting to harden.
Schoolgirl fun
Back when I was a batxillerat student, for those of you from the UK that means the sixth form, we always used to do this sort of joke on some of the guys in the middle of a party. I guess this is a pretty common joke but bear with me. We would take a couple of chairs and normally select a couple of guys to be sat down with all of us girls. They were blindfolded and told not to stand up. If we could do this in a private room where the other guys couldn't watch then all the better. Then we would do our best to "provoke" them as they sat there. This meant whispering in their ear, kissing their neck, caressing their legs and so on. The idea was for us to have fun getting them all worked up then suddenly we would pull the chairs out from under them and they would have to stand up with their hard cocks tenting their trousers. We would then all have a good laugh at them.
We did this one summer at a friend's chalet. Everyone was in swimming shorts and bikinis. We chose a quite good looking guy to have fun with (some of the girls preferred doing it to the ugly single guys but that was just cruel) it was to be only him as it was his birthday. We were in the house in the living room whilst the rest of the guys were outside round the pool I guess there were about twelve of us with him. We took him away and placed a chair in the middle of the room. We put on some raunchy music and started making suggestive remarks. He sat there, knowing all about the game I am sure, and so we told him the rules, that if he raised his hands the game was over. It was always a chance for some of the less popular girls to feel up some of the good looking guys and they sure weren't shy once we had got started. One girl was running her hands through his hair as another started tonguing his ear. Others were caressing his chest and arms. Then Lisa took his left hand and placed it on her own leg. She ran his hand up the inside of her thigh really high up. I would guess his fingers brushed the crotch of her bikini bottoms at the top. He was grinning like an idiot and, sure enough, starting to get a hard on. Some of the girls were pointing at it and laughing in silence. Anna leant down and started rubbing her breasts against his right shoulder. As she did it her nipples got hard so he had to feel them. Then she took hold of his hand like Lisa had done but she put it straight on her left breast. His fingers closed around it automatically and she gasped and slapped his hand. She pulled it off her as the rest of us laughed and then flattened out his fingers. With his hand out flat she then put it back on her breast and massaged herself with his hand. I could see how she was rubbing her own hard nipple on his palm. He was getting harder and harder.
Maria, who was not one of the most popular girls with the guys but was such a lot of fun, approached him and turned round to sit down on his lap right on his erect cock. He gasped and stopped grinning all at once. She started to rub herself all over his erection. His hard cock lodging between the cheeks of her arse and rubbing against her sex. She was quite flushed and at one point had her eyes closed. Some of the girls were screaming with laughter. Normally by this point we would have pulled the chair out and laughed at his hard on but for some reason our wickedness took over. I pulled Maria off his lap and knelt down in front of him. I placed my hands on his knees and slid them up his legs inside the legs of his swimming shorts. His legs were waxed so my hands slid easily over his hot skin. I ran my hands up and down his thighs and then over the inside of his thighs. I didn't touch him there but his erect cock was only inches from my face. He was almost quivering as I touched him. We were starting to really get carried away. Maria was now sucking on one of his nipples as Sara sucked on his earlobe. I stood watching them doubled up with laughter. Meri came round next to me and winked at me. She pulled her bikini cup aside on her right breast and leant in towards him. She brushed his cheek with her hard nipple, he almost pulled away but then he must have wondered what it was. He sat still and she did it again. Meri has always had really long nipples and she used them to good effect. Two of the girls were laughing so hard they had collapsed on the sofa. A couple more had an incredulous expression which said they couldn't believe how far we were going.
The rest of us were cheering her on and laughing. No one said what it was the rest were doing to him, we left that to his imagination. Normally we would do something similar but with a finger or perhaps an object. This time we were going all out. As she brushed her nipple down towards his lips his mouth opened, she looked back at me and I shrugged as if to say, it's up to you. She flicked her nipple at his lips and his tongue chaser after it. Grinning wickedly she allowed his tongue to flick over her hard nipple and then with a wanton expression she pushed it against his mouth. He latched on to her much as a baby might and sucked greedily at her breast. Meri smiled in appreciation and closed her eyes briefly before pulling away. Her nipple slid out of his mouth glistening with his saliva. He craned forward searching for it and groaned when he couldn't find it. All the time he had other hands on him holding him firmly and caressing him constantly. As Meri stepped away she put her hand to her mouth in shock, she pointed down. His precum was now staining his shorts over the end of his rigid cock. She shook her hand and mouthed "Oh my God" at me.
I could see that for some of my friends things had gotten too sexual. Some of them were making gestures to say, let's go. Others were reluctant to leave. As we were friends we had few secrets but anything sexual was a bit too much. I think Maria, Anna, Meri and I, perhaps Sara, would have done even more damage but we stopped because the rest wanted to. Carme came in from the kitchen and dumped a glass of cold water over his head. "That's enough of that," she said. We all clapped and cheered and stood back. He jumped up off the chair in shock but then doubled over because of his erection, he pulled off the blindfold and looked around. Of course she couldn't know who had done what so we were all "protected", his gaze did linger though on Meri, her gonzo nipples were standing out hard through her bikini and left little doubt as to her role in the performance.
I think games like this have made me the exhibitionist I am today.
We did this one summer at a friend's chalet. Everyone was in swimming shorts and bikinis. We chose a quite good looking guy to have fun with (some of the girls preferred doing it to the ugly single guys but that was just cruel) it was to be only him as it was his birthday. We were in the house in the living room whilst the rest of the guys were outside round the pool I guess there were about twelve of us with him. We took him away and placed a chair in the middle of the room. We put on some raunchy music and started making suggestive remarks. He sat there, knowing all about the game I am sure, and so we told him the rules, that if he raised his hands the game was over. It was always a chance for some of the less popular girls to feel up some of the good looking guys and they sure weren't shy once we had got started. One girl was running her hands through his hair as another started tonguing his ear. Others were caressing his chest and arms. Then Lisa took his left hand and placed it on her own leg. She ran his hand up the inside of her thigh really high up. I would guess his fingers brushed the crotch of her bikini bottoms at the top. He was grinning like an idiot and, sure enough, starting to get a hard on. Some of the girls were pointing at it and laughing in silence. Anna leant down and started rubbing her breasts against his right shoulder. As she did it her nipples got hard so he had to feel them. Then she took hold of his hand like Lisa had done but she put it straight on her left breast. His fingers closed around it automatically and she gasped and slapped his hand. She pulled it off her as the rest of us laughed and then flattened out his fingers. With his hand out flat she then put it back on her breast and massaged herself with his hand. I could see how she was rubbing her own hard nipple on his palm. He was getting harder and harder.
Maria, who was not one of the most popular girls with the guys but was such a lot of fun, approached him and turned round to sit down on his lap right on his erect cock. He gasped and stopped grinning all at once. She started to rub herself all over his erection. His hard cock lodging between the cheeks of her arse and rubbing against her sex. She was quite flushed and at one point had her eyes closed. Some of the girls were screaming with laughter. Normally by this point we would have pulled the chair out and laughed at his hard on but for some reason our wickedness took over. I pulled Maria off his lap and knelt down in front of him. I placed my hands on his knees and slid them up his legs inside the legs of his swimming shorts. His legs were waxed so my hands slid easily over his hot skin. I ran my hands up and down his thighs and then over the inside of his thighs. I didn't touch him there but his erect cock was only inches from my face. He was almost quivering as I touched him. We were starting to really get carried away. Maria was now sucking on one of his nipples as Sara sucked on his earlobe. I stood watching them doubled up with laughter. Meri came round next to me and winked at me. She pulled her bikini cup aside on her right breast and leant in towards him. She brushed his cheek with her hard nipple, he almost pulled away but then he must have wondered what it was. He sat still and she did it again. Meri has always had really long nipples and she used them to good effect. Two of the girls were laughing so hard they had collapsed on the sofa. A couple more had an incredulous expression which said they couldn't believe how far we were going.
The rest of us were cheering her on and laughing. No one said what it was the rest were doing to him, we left that to his imagination. Normally we would do something similar but with a finger or perhaps an object. This time we were going all out. As she brushed her nipple down towards his lips his mouth opened, she looked back at me and I shrugged as if to say, it's up to you. She flicked her nipple at his lips and his tongue chaser after it. Grinning wickedly she allowed his tongue to flick over her hard nipple and then with a wanton expression she pushed it against his mouth. He latched on to her much as a baby might and sucked greedily at her breast. Meri smiled in appreciation and closed her eyes briefly before pulling away. Her nipple slid out of his mouth glistening with his saliva. He craned forward searching for it and groaned when he couldn't find it. All the time he had other hands on him holding him firmly and caressing him constantly. As Meri stepped away she put her hand to her mouth in shock, she pointed down. His precum was now staining his shorts over the end of his rigid cock. She shook her hand and mouthed "Oh my God" at me.
I could see that for some of my friends things had gotten too sexual. Some of them were making gestures to say, let's go. Others were reluctant to leave. As we were friends we had few secrets but anything sexual was a bit too much. I think Maria, Anna, Meri and I, perhaps Sara, would have done even more damage but we stopped because the rest wanted to. Carme came in from the kitchen and dumped a glass of cold water over his head. "That's enough of that," she said. We all clapped and cheered and stood back. He jumped up off the chair in shock but then doubled over because of his erection, he pulled off the blindfold and looked around. Of course she couldn't know who had done what so we were all "protected", his gaze did linger though on Meri, her gonzo nipples were standing out hard through her bikini and left little doubt as to her role in the performance.
I think games like this have made me the exhibitionist I am today.
A story for Ed, a true story that is
When I was around seventeen or so I was here in Spain for the summer.
It was, as it usually is, a tremendously hot summer with temperatures up
around 40 degrees and so on. As with most summers when you are a
teenager you spend the days at the beach or at somone's house in their
pool. Then you spend the weekends sleeping off the parties that go on
all night.Anyway this particular day I was at a friends house with a whole bunch of other girls I knew. We often did this sort of this, descending on someone's house to all be together and to take advantage of their pool. This friend of mine had a great house with a lovely garden and a beautiful decorative pool that we all loved. We all arrived on out little motorbikes at about eleven, I guess there were about eleven or twelve of us.
It got hotter and hotter and the sun was blazing. I started to feel a little odd. I normally tanned to extreme like all of us but sometimes, perhaps because I am half English, I felt the sun more than the rest. I asked Sara if I could go in and lie down, she told me to go to her room. I took my towel so as not to get oil on the bed and went inside. Her house was big so I met no one as I went up to her room. Her room was on the back of the house and was dark with the curtains drawn. I spread out my towel on the bed and lay down in the glorious cool.
A few mintues passed and I was already feeling better now I was out of the sun. Then I heard a noise. A shadow tiptoed into the room. It was hard to see in the extreme dark but when the shadow pulled the curtains aside slightly I saw that it was Sara's brother. He was wearing only his shorts and damn did he look good. What really amazed me was that he was obviously spying on us, his bratty sister's bratty friends. He was staring out intensely and I could imagine the sight. A dozen young slim girls in bikinis all oiled up slipping in and out of the pool to refresh themselves. I knew he had a string of gorgeous girlfriends but I guess men will be men and he couldn't let the chance to ogle us pass.
My amazement increased when he started rubbing himself through his shorts. I could see from the light that spilled in that he had a growing erection. He continued rubbing himself and his cock got harder and harder. It now stood out against the fabric of his shorts and to be honest the sight was making me feel hot like before but now for a different reason. Suddenly it went black, he had dropped the curtain back into place. Had he heard me, had I moved? I froze but I needn't have worried. He pulled the curtain open again but now had his shorts down around his knees and his long hard cock firmly in his left hand. He is right handed so I guess he was using his left to last longer (I have been told about this). He was pulling his foreskin back and forth methodically. His cock was long and hard, quite thin but really sexy.
He stroked gently for a while but then started to alternate by passing his hand over his balls and pulling at them. I was fascinated and really turned on. But what should I do? If he turned on the light I would be revealed as the pervert of the day. If he was discovered by someone else with me watching him it would be even worse. Suddenly I knew what to do.
I gently arranged myself in a model pose as I reclined on the bed. Then I reached across to the light switch from Sara's reading lamp. I flicked the light on suddenly. He dropped the curtain instantly his head whipping round towards me, his left hand abandoned his erection and started tugging up his shorts.
"Stop right there David." I said in a harsh whisper. "The fuck I will...," he started to say. "If I scream you will be the pervert here, sneaking in to look at me and jerking off right next to me." He froze his worry written all across his face. He was already losing his erection and I didn't want that. "Don't worry," I whispered. "I don't want you to stop, I want you to carry on. But don't look at them, look at me." I swung my legs over the edge of the bed onto the floor. He was caught, shorts half up staring at me. I ran my hands down from my chest to cup my breasts. "Don't you want to see them?" I teased. He nodded dumbly straightening up a little. I pulled the material away from my right breasts and started toying with my nipple with one finger. It hardened right away. I left my breast out and pulled the material away from the other.
This gave him a spledid view of my ass and my pussy framed between its cheeks. When we used to do it together, imagining the reaction of our boyfriends, it always provoked howls of laughter. This time with David it just got him to bursting point. His cock was rock hard, red and seemingly about to burst. I turned back round and hitched myself up back onto the bed. I extended my legs out towards him feet first and then slowly and artistically (I had practised after all) swung my legs apart so he got a clear view of my sex.
Not wanting to go any further or get further involved I grabbed my bikini and tripped out of the room avoiding his come covered hands as I went. I dressed as I went down the stairs and then walked out to dive straight into the pool. I needed to cool off like David had, but just not in the same way.
He never told anyone about the incident, I know. Even now though when we meet he is extremely friendly and generous with me, and now I am 32 and his is 36. Some things never fade.
Holidays are for pleasure
Monday June 30th 2012
Well now I know I am really on holiday. Not just because I have finished work and no longer have to fight tbe Barcelona traffic every day or becuase I have moved out of the city to my little village for August, no they would be the normal signs, but also because good things always happen when I am on holiday. I finished on Friday, packed on Saturday and made it here yesterday morning. Yesterday afternoon I began what looks like it might be a lovely summer romance, in the space of my first weekend on holiday things have made a complete turnaround.
On Saturday I filled the car with all my stuff, not too much because I often come home here to my little village at the weekends so it is not like I am moving house or anything. I drove out of Barcelona with a light heart the air-con going in my little mini and some nice music helping to shorten the distance. It doesn't normally take me much more than an hour to get here in my little village. I have a smallish house in its own garden here on the northern end of the village. I pinged the garage door and drove into the open garage instead of leaving the car on the street as I normally do. I had to unpack a bit so I thought leaving the car inside the garage would be a better idea. Inside I closed the doors, opened the house and emptied the car. I went around opening doors and windows and airing the place. Lunch was no problem as I had brought it with me from Barcelona but I decided to go shopping in the afternoon to stock my fridge with all the necessaries.
So after lunch and a short siesta, yes we do sleep siestas, especially in summer (and just in my knickers if you would like to know) I got dressed in a pair of white shorts and a white loose cotton top that has a pink print on it. I put on a pair of platforms that I bought recently especially for summer and drove off to the supermarket. Really fresh stuff like vegetables and meat I get from the village market during the week but for the rest I go to the supermarket which is just outside the village on the main road to the next town. I had my hair back in a high pony tail and some great Vogue butterfly sunglasses I had got from an internet page in the US.
With my trolley I started looking for some basics, well not so basics. Cleaning stuff and so on I already have so what I was shopping for was mostly drinks and snacks. I headed to the drinks section first and stocked up on Cava, vodka and Bacardi. I was looking for the lemon I use for making mojitos when, crash, I rammed my trolley into the back of a guy. He had been hunkered down next to his trolley looking on one of the bottom shelves and I rammed my trolley right into him because I had been looking at the top shelf. "Oh god I am sorry," I said immediately, "I didn't see you there." He straightened up rubbing his back but didn't say anything. I manouvered around him, muttered another apology and headed off down the aisle. As I turned right at the end he was still stood there watching me but now with a slight smile.
I didn't think anymore of it, I don't cruise supermarkets looking for men and wouldn't respond to any man who did. Unfortunately about ten minutes later as I rounded a bend I met him again, head on this time. Our trollies collided and he dropped the pot of asparagus he was holding. It shattered on the floor covering his shoes with the asparagus water and glass from the pot. An assistant who was loading shelves next to us told him not to move as she would get a mop. I was really quite speechless and didn't know what to say this second time around. He looked down at his lovely suede shoes, now stained with the water from the pot. I smiled a sickly sort of smile at him and opened my mouth to apologise again but he forestalled me. "You live in," and he named my village, "don't you?" I admitted that I did wondering what sort of mess I was getting myself in. "Ok," he said, "passaré per casa teva i ho cobraré de la peça." I was a little shocked even though he said it with a smile. This is in my language, Catalan, and translated literally means "I will come by your house and take its value in kind," we often use it jokingly as if someone is going to take advantage of you to pay a debt. The assistant arrived and started mopping up seperating us. I didn't say anything but just turned around and headed for the check out. Don't get me wrong he looked like a nice man but it is not the sort of thing that I expect someone to say in that sort of situation. Plus this is my home town, as my Gran used to say, you don't shit on your own doorstep. I paid went home and forgot about the whole thing.
So that was Saturday. Yesterday I was well settled in, I lived on frozen food as I had planned to go to the market today, Monday, which I have in fact done. I don't eat that much anyway so my meal on Saturday evening was no problem. Yesterday morning I woke up deliciously late, just after eleven if I remember right, had a lazy late breakfast and then spent a little time watching a recording of the Olympics opening ceremony. I have lived close to Stratford so I am really curious about how the whole place has changed. At around two I finished the ceremony, I fast forwarded through stuff like Sir Paul singing Let it be, and decided to go to the pool.
As I have explained in another story here I have a really quite overgrown garden. It is nice and secluded with a pool and little else apart from lots of trees and large bushes, only half my pool gets full sun but that is fine by me. As it is so boxed in with all the trees and bushes I don't have to worry about neighbours. I sunbathe quite freely, though not normally naked that I reserve for the beach. I went upstairs and changed into one of the new bikinis I had bought. I love small bikinis, the skimpier the better. I am always tempted to buy one of those wicked weasal bikinis but I think that my figure is perhaps not what it should be for one of those. Anyway I pulled on the bikini bottoms and, seeing as I wasn't expecting anyone and it was midday, I left the top on my bed. I always had the towel to wrap myself in if someone rang the bell from my garden gate.
Downstairs at the pool I stretched my towel out on one of the summer sunbeds I have. It was really blindingly hot so I decided not to go with my first idea of not using any suntan oil. Normally at the start of summer I don't use much, my skin is used to the sun and I get browner quicker. Not good I know but we all have our bad habits. Now that I am over thirty though I have started to listen to my friends and my doctor and I now use Babaria suntan oil. It is only factor 15 but it should help stop my skin aging and it smells wonderful too. I already had a factor 40 sunblock on my face, that I never forget.
I had got some more suntan oil in Barcelona from a pharmacy, I always buy new each year. I tiptoed across the grass to the gravel of my drive and to the garage. I already had to remote control so I pinged the button and the door swung upwards. The plastic bag with the oil was on the passenger seat and I grabbed it quick as the temperature inside the garage was really high. Just nipping in and out of my car made me sweat all over.
Outside in the sun on my drive I stopped and decided to apply the oil there. If I spray myself with it on the tiles around the pool I leave oily marks everywhere. I fished it out of the bag and got the top off. I put the bag and the remote control on the ground. Then I proceeded to spray myself all over with the oil. As I said it is an oil with a lovely smell so I happily sprayed away covering myself generously. It was actually quite a kick to be standing outside in the hot sun rubbing hot oil into my skin. I started at my ankles and worked my way up. The sun felt lovely on my skin and I perversely quite enjoyed rubbing the oil into my thighs and breasts.
I even pulled my bikini bottom to one side to oil my rear. My back I just sprayed as best I could. Once I was done I dropped the bottle and top back into the bag and picked up the remote. It was hard to hold onto but once I had it I also dropped it into my bag. What I didn't notice at first was the aluminium gate of my drive that was only a few paces away slowly swing open.
As I have said my garden is secluded but once you open that gate then it is revealed to anyone in the street. I was just about to start back across the grass when I heard it clang against its stop. I knew what it was instantly. "Shit," I mumbled and started fishing in the plastic bag for the remote. However chance would have it that as I was fishing a car pulled up right outside. I heard it stop but stood with my back to the road. Someone got out just as I found the remote and hit the button. Nothing happened. The gate wasn't closing. I covered my oily breasts with my hands and peeked round. The guy from the supermarket was standing there at the end of my drive, his foot blocking the gate sensor. Unless he moved the gate wouldn't close. "You seemed to have missed a bit on your back, if you like I could help you." He was smiling broadly now, "I thought this was the right house, it was nice of you to open the gate for me." I was, once again, a little stuck for words. He took a couple of paces towards me and the gate started closing. I backed up half a pace. "Wait a minute, please." He said, he reached out and took the bag out of my hand. I couldn't really stop him as I was covering myself with my hands. He pulled the bottle of oil out of the bag and motioned at me to turn around. Not knowing really what to do I did.
He squirted oil onto the middle of my back and then my lower back. "Now, that's perfect." He said. I turned round again. He replaced the bottle in the bag and hooked it back onto my finger. "I think I have been repaid in full for my shoes," he said with a smile. "But what about I invite you to dinner? Tomorrow at nine? I will come and get you. Don't worry I can let myself out," and he did.
So now I have a dinner date tonight. I wonder what will happen.
My dinner date was a great evening, an evening that was pleasant, charming, funny and made me feel I wanted to repeat the experience. It didn't lead to anything more though there was a current of teasing in a sexual sort of way that ran through the evening and gave me an agreable buzz when I thought of all the things that might happen.
It turns out that he is a divorced, wouldn't you know it at his age, businessman father of three (three!). Who spends a week with his kids in the summer and then goes off on his own for the rest of his holidays. He apparently has rented a small house in the centre of my village as it is close enough for him to take his kids at the weekend, every other one, to his flat in Barcelona and yet still be "on holiday" when he isn't with them. Married men with exes and kids are not really my kind of thing but hey, did I mention I am getting older? I suppose that in terms of available men out there this is the sort of thing that is going to happen to me so I need to get accustomed. Anyway, he is about 1.80 tall, eighty-five, ninety kilos, he has all his hair (something essential) and seemed to be in pretty good shape. He was funny and intelligent so when he asked me to go sailing with him on his boat at the end of our date I said yes. Did he kiss me? Yes he did, we kissed and it was nice. No tongue yet though you bunch of pervs!
So this last Thursday I arranged to meet up with him. We decided to go in his car to where he has his boat. He arrived on time, very un-Spanish but a good sign, in his car. He buzzed me from outside by gate and I hit the button and let him in. He came up the path as I was locking my front door. We said hello and kissed, as we did he had his hands on my waist and he kissed me very close to my mouth. He was all smiles and happily picked up my bag. I had on a cream coloured summer dress and those same platforms and sunglasses. I have had had a chance to sunbathe more so I was quite tanned. Under the dress I had on a white lace tanga and no bra. I had reckoned that a little encouragement was ok. He was in white shorts and a dark blue top, very nautical. We left the house and I locked the garden gate after us. His car turned out to be a BMW, that's ok, and he opened the passenger door for me and put my bag in the boot. He had thoughtfully left the motor running so that the car was still nice and cool. A nice thing to do as when we left the temperature outside was 42 degrees! He got in the car and we were off.
We chatted pleasantly about our work and other stuff, continuing the conversations we had had during dinner. We headed north to the Costa Blanca and in almost no time we got to the port where he has his boat. He found a place to park that was quite close to the port and then he took my bag again and we walked to the floating dock. He had a card that opened the gate and let us in. We walked down the dock with it swaying gently under our feet. The heat was really quite incredible and I was grateful for the sea breeze. We had to go right down to the end and then turn left. The harbour was almost full with only a few boats not tied up. Finally he stopped at his one. As we were walking along he told me all about it, a present from his parents (mmmm nice present) it was a six metre yacht that is blue. He did tell me a whole lot more but I really can't remember all the details. Suffice it to say it has a wooden floor, that's the deck right? The bottom is dark blue and it has white plastic fittings. It seemed pretty large to me but he assured me it was really easy to handle. There was a tiny sort of ramp thing to climb across and he went first. He dumped my bag and held out his hand. I took hold of it and started across. The boat was moving more than the dock so the ramp was quite hard to negotiate. As I was almost there he gave a sharp tug and I lost my balance and fell towards him, right into his arms. I immediately thought that wasn't the first time he had played that trick. Still it wasn't unpleasant. I gave a laugh looked at him sharply he laughed too and smiled back. I think he knew what I was thinking. The cockpit (I know the vocab a bit as he insisted on teaching me) was nice with padded benches around it and a large steering wheel on the left hand side of the hatch. He invited me down into the boat and it was really nice. Everything was done out in white plastic and wood and was really quite luxurious. He left my bag in the hallway at the end, making no comments about where I was to sleep, and invited me to make myself at home as he got us going (or unhitched or something like that).
I poked around a bit after he had gone. The living area was just inside the hatch, a ladder lead down from outside. Then there was a kitchen area (the galley) with a fridge and so on. The fridge was well stocked with all sorts of goodies, he had been making preparations. Then there was a small passageway with a tiny shower/loo on the left. Two really small cabins and the main bedroom at the front end. That was really rather nice. The bed fitted into the shape of the front of the boat and had lots of very clever cupboards and stuff all round it. Really inside you couldn't swing a cat (I love this expression) but it was nice for just two.
As I finished my inspection I heard the motor start and we were moving. I headed back to the stairs and out to the cockpit. He was sat on the sort of bar stool that was behind the wheel. It was still blisteringly hot. He negotiated the harbour and the other boats with ease chatting with me about boat stuff and where he learned and so on. As I tell this he is sounding terribly snobbish but he really isn't. I can't stand "pijos" or what you might call the nouveau riche. As we got to the outer wall of the harbour and the open sea the boat started rocking quite a bit. I held on to the handle next to he hatch. He asked if I had sailed before, actually I have. When I was a kid I did quite a lot of small boat dinghy sailing. But I said no anyway, just for fun. He advised me to remain standing as it would help me get accustomed to the movement quicker. In fact once we were clear of the harbour things calmed down a lot. The sun was brilliant on the water and it was a little cooler if still incredibly hot. The wind picked up a bit too. He soon killed the motor and set about raising sails and so on. I found the whole experience a lot of fun.
I waited for him to finish setting the sails. It took a while but then, with the boat leaning slightly as the wind pushed us along, he finally was able to come back to me. He told me that he could set the boat's course automatically and that the sales once up could be adjusted via buttons from the cockpit. I asked a ton of stupid questions, what about collisions, what about bad weather, is it safe to go inside when you are out sailing and so on. He was very patient and happy to explain everything. In the end I concluded that sailing was easy. We were heading up the coast to another port where, he said, he knew a great place for supper. He told me we would have to walk to get there but not too far. At this point I was there with my legs slighly splayed swaying with the rhythm of the boat. I was holding on to a bar over the hatch and I had opened a couple of buttons at the top of my dress. The wind was whipping my skirt up around me and plastering the fabric to my breasts. My nipples were hard and easily visible. I could see him stealing glances at them as we talked. I noticed that his eyes flicked down to my legs when the wind blew my skirt up. I was using my left hand to control it as best I could, though not so well. Finally I asked him if he was really needed to control the boat. He said that now it was set he could relax unless the radar alarm sounded. We were now quite a way from the coast, a line on the horizon. I couldn't see any other boats and to be honest I was feeling horny. There was something about being out in the sun with the wind and him controlling the boat so well that increased his attractiveness for me. I decided to not hold on to my skirt any more but to use my hand to keep my hair out of my eyes as we talked. My skirt kept whipping about me and he was getting a great view of my legs and the front of my knickers. He was starting to feel the effect, at least that is what I thought.
Suddenly he suggested I might like to change into my bikini. He said I would be more comfortable that way and I could sunbathe on the forward deck, there was an area of cushions there. It seemed like a good idea to me so I turned to the hatch and got just one foot inside when my skirt blew up onto my back laving my rear totally exposed. I tried to grab it and pull it down and as I did I stumbled down the steps into the cabin. Once inside I got my clothes under control and he stuck his head in asking if I was ok. He was grinning widely and I laughed and said, "not as good as you are feeling right now that's for sure." He laughed too and offered to get us some drinks. "Where do I change?" I asked. He told me that the main cabin was for me, he would sleep in one of the single bunks, sure I thought. I got my bag into the cabin and closed the door.
Inside I stripped off my platforms, my dress and then my knickers. I had got myself a special new bikinin for the trip and I slipped it on with a little thrill of anticipation. I got this bikini because it makes me look good, it isn't really even suitable for swimming. There was a mirror on the back of the cabin door and I checked my reflection in it. If my dress had got him looking then it was a good thing he wasn't needed to pilot the boat as my bikini would certainly keep him busy.
I came out of the cabin and he was in the galley area opening a bottle of white wine. He looked me up and down and wolf whistled appreciatively. I put my hands over my head and twirled round for him so he could see the full effect. He just said "wow". Which was quite nice. He handed me a wine glass and pushed the bottle into one of those chiller jackets. I climbed the stairs up to the cockpit knowing full well that he was ogling my ass. Outside again in the sun I sat on the cushions with my sunglasses on. I had my hair loose and it was blowing around me. He sat down next to me and put the bottle in an opening in the corner, made for a bottle I guess. We drank a few swallows of wine and enjoyed the moment. I was still feeling horny and the wine was just making it worse. The sun felt great on my skin and the wind was nicely refreshing. The movement of the boat didn't annoy me even when it slapped down after riding a wave. "You should be careful of the sun, out here on the water it is even harsher," he commented. "Do you have any of that oil, it smelt lovely." I smiled at the memory. "Yes I do," I answered, "but really I am pretty tanned now so I won't burn. As for the tan lines there is a simpler answer." I think he knew what was coming so he just smiled as I put my glass down then sat up with my back to him. "You gonna help?" I asked. I held my hair up and he carefully unfastened my bikini top. I held it against me as I turned around towards him again. I am always for a dramatic moment and I like watching a man's face as I undress. With his full attention on me I let my hands fall and the top fell away. His expression was wonderfully appreciative, his eyes glued to my breasts flickered back to my face.
Then I carefully stood up, "your turn," I said and I tugged at his T-shirt. He crossed his arms and pulled it up from the bottom. I took hold of it and helped him pull it over his head. His torso was completely smooth. Waxed? Interesting. As he was still sitting my nipples were just above his head height. I caught hold of one of the lines and the same bar above the hatch and stood there. He reached up and cupped my breasts with his hands. His hands felt hot on me. With his thumbs he brushed my nipples. He caressed them till they were firm, the sensations were fantastic. I couldn't help pushing myself against him in impatience. He smiled and leaning forward pulled me down slightly so he could take my right nipple into his mouth. His lips and mouth were chilled from the wine and the contrast made me gasp.
He wasted no time and swapped to my left nipple. As you may know I adore someone sucking on my nipples and I was going from horny to desperate. I was running my hands through his hair and holding his head against me. His hands switched to my ass and he started moulding my cheeks through the material of my bikini bottoms. I reached down and slipped my fingers into the sides of my bikini, I started pushng it down and he got the idea immediately. Without leaving my nipples he helped me slide my bottoms down to the deck. I was now wonderfully naked on a boat in broad daylight the full blaze of the hot sun falling on me with a good looking guy sucking on my nipples. It felt glorious. I considered us making love right there in the cockpit but the sunbathing area with its flat cushions seemed better, safer too just in case a wave threw us off balance. I pulled my nipples away from his lovely mouth and went over the the side of the cockpit.
The wooden decking went around the hatch so I decided to get on all fours and crawl around the hatch to the cushioned area. This had the advantage of making sure I wouldn't fall overboard (I didn't feel too stable still) and also meant he had a wonderful view of my ass and pussy as I seductively crawled forward onto the cushions. "Gotta be naked for sunbathing." I said. Sure enough he quickly pulled off his shorts, briefs and shoes and followed me. He did it walking though with a sure step that moved with the movements of the boat. I felt a little ridiculous crawling but then when I got to the cushions I rolled over onto my back on them and stretched sexily. They were hot under my back. He stood over me naked with a wonderfully hard erection standing out in front of him. It swayed ridiculously to the movements of the boat and I wanted it a lot. "Get down here," I said. He knelt down on the cushions but then took hold of my ankles and lifted them up. He brought my foot to his mouth and then quickly sucked my big toe into his mouth. That surprised me a little, a foot fetishist? But no, he was just being sexy. He did the same with my other foot and then squared himself between my legs. He raised my ankles to his shoulders and then leant himself forward and down. Wow, I thought a gentleman in all ways. He kissed his way sexily down the inside of my thighs and pushed back on them so my sex was presented to him. Then he bit me gently on my cheeks on either side of my pussy before he started to probe at me with his tongue.
I do love oral, I love doing it and I love having it done. He was enthusiastic if not incredibly gifted at first. He lapped up and down my sex probing inside me with the point of his tongue. He even tongued my asshole a few times which I liked. Then slowly when he had satisfied his own desire to eat me out he decided to concentrate on serious pleasure. He worked his way up to my clit and laid siege to it. His tongue worked in circles around it and then flicked over it a few times. I was really excited now and hot and wet. Then he carefully placed his lips over my clit and gently sucked on it, wow that was good. His sucking gave me great bouts of pleasure that had me moaning. "Scream for me Erika, please," he said lifting his lips away from me. Scream? I hadn't thought of it but yes, of course, what a great place to really let go. So I really started moaning, moaning and cursing and screaming. I let go and really got into it. It felt so fantastic, the combination of all the factors were just mind blowing. I felt myself starting to come and had a flash of guilt, I hadn't even touched the guy yet. So I pulled his head away from between my legs and I leant forward to kiss him hard. I tasted myself in his mouth, really sexy that. He kissed me back long and hard too.
I reckoned he was too far gone for mucking around so I flipped myself over until I was on all fours again then I let my shoulders down to the cushions so that my head shoulders and chest were flat on the deck leaving my ass up in the air. He didn't disappoint, I swear he growled at the sight of me. He shuffled forward and I felt his legs between mine. He took a hold of my hips with his hands and then I felt the end of his hard cock stab tentatively at me from behind. He seemed to want to tease me. First he hit my cheek, then he lodged it against my arsehole, he pushed a little here and because of generous precum it damn near slipped inside me. Then he pulled back again and I felt him push himself against my pussy lips. A little too far down though and his cock slipped down past my clit. Another try now and this time he hit the spot. I felt his head lodged against the opening of my sex. I could tell how wet I was from the way he was able to edge it in and out of me with gentle pushes. I groaned a little and he pushed a little harder. The whole head slipped inside me, god it felt wonderful. I tried to push back against him but he also pulled back and it slipped out again. Now I like playing games but this was driving me crazy. "Come on," I called, "put it in, all the way. Come on Baby." He pushed himself into me easily again but again pulled back. I groaned louder this time and he pushed further into me. Damn it if it was the screaming and shouting he was after. I groaned louder still and sure enough he slid even more of his wonderful hard cock into me. He then pumped in and out of me a couple of times and I rewarded him with more load groans and a gasp when he slid even further inside of me. Finally I sort of screamed in impatience and lust and this brought him right inside me, deep in against my cerxix where I love it. Now we had things clear I proceeded to groan, scream, shout and curse constantly. This set him off wonderfully, he was bucking away responding to my voice. The more wild and loud I got the better he fucked me. The more I demanded the more I got. I pushed back against him demanding that he fuck me with his hard dick. I insisted that he do it faster and harder. I pulled on his balls with my hand and begged him to come in me. In the end he was really pounding at me and it was fantastic. With a final squeeze I got him to come but then I insisted he continue fucking me to make me come too. He was slapping against me wetly now, I could feel his cock diminishing but his last few thrusts had that edge of physical desperation that really excites me. I came beautifully just as he slipped out of me and collapsed on the cushions.
Well now I know I am really on holiday. Not just because I have finished work and no longer have to fight tbe Barcelona traffic every day or becuase I have moved out of the city to my little village for August, no they would be the normal signs, but also because good things always happen when I am on holiday. I finished on Friday, packed on Saturday and made it here yesterday morning. Yesterday afternoon I began what looks like it might be a lovely summer romance, in the space of my first weekend on holiday things have made a complete turnaround.
On Saturday I filled the car with all my stuff, not too much because I often come home here to my little village at the weekends so it is not like I am moving house or anything. I drove out of Barcelona with a light heart the air-con going in my little mini and some nice music helping to shorten the distance. It doesn't normally take me much more than an hour to get here in my little village. I have a smallish house in its own garden here on the northern end of the village. I pinged the garage door and drove into the open garage instead of leaving the car on the street as I normally do. I had to unpack a bit so I thought leaving the car inside the garage would be a better idea. Inside I closed the doors, opened the house and emptied the car. I went around opening doors and windows and airing the place. Lunch was no problem as I had brought it with me from Barcelona but I decided to go shopping in the afternoon to stock my fridge with all the necessaries.
With my trolley I started looking for some basics, well not so basics. Cleaning stuff and so on I already have so what I was shopping for was mostly drinks and snacks. I headed to the drinks section first and stocked up on Cava, vodka and Bacardi. I was looking for the lemon I use for making mojitos when, crash, I rammed my trolley into the back of a guy. He had been hunkered down next to his trolley looking on one of the bottom shelves and I rammed my trolley right into him because I had been looking at the top shelf. "Oh god I am sorry," I said immediately, "I didn't see you there." He straightened up rubbing his back but didn't say anything. I manouvered around him, muttered another apology and headed off down the aisle. As I turned right at the end he was still stood there watching me but now with a slight smile.
I didn't think anymore of it, I don't cruise supermarkets looking for men and wouldn't respond to any man who did. Unfortunately about ten minutes later as I rounded a bend I met him again, head on this time. Our trollies collided and he dropped the pot of asparagus he was holding. It shattered on the floor covering his shoes with the asparagus water and glass from the pot. An assistant who was loading shelves next to us told him not to move as she would get a mop. I was really quite speechless and didn't know what to say this second time around. He looked down at his lovely suede shoes, now stained with the water from the pot. I smiled a sickly sort of smile at him and opened my mouth to apologise again but he forestalled me. "You live in," and he named my village, "don't you?" I admitted that I did wondering what sort of mess I was getting myself in. "Ok," he said, "passaré per casa teva i ho cobraré de la peça." I was a little shocked even though he said it with a smile. This is in my language, Catalan, and translated literally means "I will come by your house and take its value in kind," we often use it jokingly as if someone is going to take advantage of you to pay a debt. The assistant arrived and started mopping up seperating us. I didn't say anything but just turned around and headed for the check out. Don't get me wrong he looked like a nice man but it is not the sort of thing that I expect someone to say in that sort of situation. Plus this is my home town, as my Gran used to say, you don't shit on your own doorstep. I paid went home and forgot about the whole thing.
So that was Saturday. Yesterday I was well settled in, I lived on frozen food as I had planned to go to the market today, Monday, which I have in fact done. I don't eat that much anyway so my meal on Saturday evening was no problem. Yesterday morning I woke up deliciously late, just after eleven if I remember right, had a lazy late breakfast and then spent a little time watching a recording of the Olympics opening ceremony. I have lived close to Stratford so I am really curious about how the whole place has changed. At around two I finished the ceremony, I fast forwarded through stuff like Sir Paul singing Let it be, and decided to go to the pool.As I have explained in another story here I have a really quite overgrown garden. It is nice and secluded with a pool and little else apart from lots of trees and large bushes, only half my pool gets full sun but that is fine by me. As it is so boxed in with all the trees and bushes I don't have to worry about neighbours. I sunbathe quite freely, though not normally naked that I reserve for the beach. I went upstairs and changed into one of the new bikinis I had bought. I love small bikinis, the skimpier the better. I am always tempted to buy one of those wicked weasal bikinis but I think that my figure is perhaps not what it should be for one of those. Anyway I pulled on the bikini bottoms and, seeing as I wasn't expecting anyone and it was midday, I left the top on my bed. I always had the towel to wrap myself in if someone rang the bell from my garden gate.
Downstairs at the pool I stretched my towel out on one of the summer sunbeds I have. It was really blindingly hot so I decided not to go with my first idea of not using any suntan oil. Normally at the start of summer I don't use much, my skin is used to the sun and I get browner quicker. Not good I know but we all have our bad habits. Now that I am over thirty though I have started to listen to my friends and my doctor and I now use Babaria suntan oil. It is only factor 15 but it should help stop my skin aging and it smells wonderful too. I already had a factor 40 sunblock on my face, that I never forget.
I had got some more suntan oil in Barcelona from a pharmacy, I always buy new each year. I tiptoed across the grass to the gravel of my drive and to the garage. I already had to remote control so I pinged the button and the door swung upwards. The plastic bag with the oil was on the passenger seat and I grabbed it quick as the temperature inside the garage was really high. Just nipping in and out of my car made me sweat all over.
Outside in the sun on my drive I stopped and decided to apply the oil there. If I spray myself with it on the tiles around the pool I leave oily marks everywhere. I fished it out of the bag and got the top off. I put the bag and the remote control on the ground. Then I proceeded to spray myself all over with the oil. As I said it is an oil with a lovely smell so I happily sprayed away covering myself generously. It was actually quite a kick to be standing outside in the hot sun rubbing hot oil into my skin. I started at my ankles and worked my way up. The sun felt lovely on my skin and I perversely quite enjoyed rubbing the oil into my thighs and breasts.
As I have said my garden is secluded but once you open that gate then it is revealed to anyone in the street. I was just about to start back across the grass when I heard it clang against its stop. I knew what it was instantly. "Shit," I mumbled and started fishing in the plastic bag for the remote. However chance would have it that as I was fishing a car pulled up right outside. I heard it stop but stood with my back to the road. Someone got out just as I found the remote and hit the button. Nothing happened. The gate wasn't closing. I covered my oily breasts with my hands and peeked round. The guy from the supermarket was standing there at the end of my drive, his foot blocking the gate sensor. Unless he moved the gate wouldn't close. "You seemed to have missed a bit on your back, if you like I could help you." He was smiling broadly now, "I thought this was the right house, it was nice of you to open the gate for me." I was, once again, a little stuck for words. He took a couple of paces towards me and the gate started closing. I backed up half a pace. "Wait a minute, please." He said, he reached out and took the bag out of my hand. I couldn't really stop him as I was covering myself with my hands. He pulled the bottle of oil out of the bag and motioned at me to turn around. Not knowing really what to do I did.
He squirted oil onto the middle of my back and then my lower back. "Now, that's perfect." He said. I turned round again. He replaced the bottle in the bag and hooked it back onto my finger. "I think I have been repaid in full for my shoes," he said with a smile. "But what about I invite you to dinner? Tomorrow at nine? I will come and get you. Don't worry I can let myself out," and he did.
So now I have a dinner date tonight. I wonder what will happen.
...so this is what happened
Thursday July 9thMy dinner date was a great evening, an evening that was pleasant, charming, funny and made me feel I wanted to repeat the experience. It didn't lead to anything more though there was a current of teasing in a sexual sort of way that ran through the evening and gave me an agreable buzz when I thought of all the things that might happen.
It turns out that he is a divorced, wouldn't you know it at his age, businessman father of three (three!). Who spends a week with his kids in the summer and then goes off on his own for the rest of his holidays. He apparently has rented a small house in the centre of my village as it is close enough for him to take his kids at the weekend, every other one, to his flat in Barcelona and yet still be "on holiday" when he isn't with them. Married men with exes and kids are not really my kind of thing but hey, did I mention I am getting older? I suppose that in terms of available men out there this is the sort of thing that is going to happen to me so I need to get accustomed. Anyway, he is about 1.80 tall, eighty-five, ninety kilos, he has all his hair (something essential) and seemed to be in pretty good shape. He was funny and intelligent so when he asked me to go sailing with him on his boat at the end of our date I said yes. Did he kiss me? Yes he did, we kissed and it was nice. No tongue yet though you bunch of pervs!
So this last Thursday I arranged to meet up with him. We decided to go in his car to where he has his boat. He arrived on time, very un-Spanish but a good sign, in his car. He buzzed me from outside by gate and I hit the button and let him in. He came up the path as I was locking my front door. We said hello and kissed, as we did he had his hands on my waist and he kissed me very close to my mouth. He was all smiles and happily picked up my bag. I had on a cream coloured summer dress and those same platforms and sunglasses. I have had had a chance to sunbathe more so I was quite tanned. Under the dress I had on a white lace tanga and no bra. I had reckoned that a little encouragement was ok. He was in white shorts and a dark blue top, very nautical. We left the house and I locked the garden gate after us. His car turned out to be a BMW, that's ok, and he opened the passenger door for me and put my bag in the boot. He had thoughtfully left the motor running so that the car was still nice and cool. A nice thing to do as when we left the temperature outside was 42 degrees! He got in the car and we were off.
As I finished my inspection I heard the motor start and we were moving. I headed back to the stairs and out to the cockpit. He was sat on the sort of bar stool that was behind the wheel. It was still blisteringly hot. He negotiated the harbour and the other boats with ease chatting with me about boat stuff and where he learned and so on. As I tell this he is sounding terribly snobbish but he really isn't. I can't stand "pijos" or what you might call the nouveau riche. As we got to the outer wall of the harbour and the open sea the boat started rocking quite a bit. I held on to the handle next to he hatch. He asked if I had sailed before, actually I have. When I was a kid I did quite a lot of small boat dinghy sailing. But I said no anyway, just for fun. He advised me to remain standing as it would help me get accustomed to the movement quicker. In fact once we were clear of the harbour things calmed down a lot. The sun was brilliant on the water and it was a little cooler if still incredibly hot. The wind picked up a bit too. He soon killed the motor and set about raising sails and so on. I found the whole experience a lot of fun.
I waited for him to finish setting the sails. It took a while but then, with the boat leaning slightly as the wind pushed us along, he finally was able to come back to me. He told me that he could set the boat's course automatically and that the sales once up could be adjusted via buttons from the cockpit. I asked a ton of stupid questions, what about collisions, what about bad weather, is it safe to go inside when you are out sailing and so on. He was very patient and happy to explain everything. In the end I concluded that sailing was easy. We were heading up the coast to another port where, he said, he knew a great place for supper. He told me we would have to walk to get there but not too far. At this point I was there with my legs slighly splayed swaying with the rhythm of the boat. I was holding on to a bar over the hatch and I had opened a couple of buttons at the top of my dress. The wind was whipping my skirt up around me and plastering the fabric to my breasts. My nipples were hard and easily visible. I could see him stealing glances at them as we talked. I noticed that his eyes flicked down to my legs when the wind blew my skirt up. I was using my left hand to control it as best I could, though not so well. Finally I asked him if he was really needed to control the boat. He said that now it was set he could relax unless the radar alarm sounded. We were now quite a way from the coast, a line on the horizon. I couldn't see any other boats and to be honest I was feeling horny. There was something about being out in the sun with the wind and him controlling the boat so well that increased his attractiveness for me. I decided to not hold on to my skirt any more but to use my hand to keep my hair out of my eyes as we talked. My skirt kept whipping about me and he was getting a great view of my legs and the front of my knickers. He was starting to feel the effect, at least that is what I thought.
Suddenly he suggested I might like to change into my bikini. He said I would be more comfortable that way and I could sunbathe on the forward deck, there was an area of cushions there. It seemed like a good idea to me so I turned to the hatch and got just one foot inside when my skirt blew up onto my back laving my rear totally exposed. I tried to grab it and pull it down and as I did I stumbled down the steps into the cabin. Once inside I got my clothes under control and he stuck his head in asking if I was ok. He was grinning widely and I laughed and said, "not as good as you are feeling right now that's for sure." He laughed too and offered to get us some drinks. "Where do I change?" I asked. He told me that the main cabin was for me, he would sleep in one of the single bunks, sure I thought. I got my bag into the cabin and closed the door.Inside I stripped off my platforms, my dress and then my knickers. I had got myself a special new bikinin for the trip and I slipped it on with a little thrill of anticipation. I got this bikini because it makes me look good, it isn't really even suitable for swimming. There was a mirror on the back of the cabin door and I checked my reflection in it. If my dress had got him looking then it was a good thing he wasn't needed to pilot the boat as my bikini would certainly keep him busy.
Then I carefully stood up, "your turn," I said and I tugged at his T-shirt. He crossed his arms and pulled it up from the bottom. I took hold of it and helped him pull it over his head. His torso was completely smooth. Waxed? Interesting. As he was still sitting my nipples were just above his head height. I caught hold of one of the lines and the same bar above the hatch and stood there. He reached up and cupped my breasts with his hands. His hands felt hot on me. With his thumbs he brushed my nipples. He caressed them till they were firm, the sensations were fantastic. I couldn't help pushing myself against him in impatience. He smiled and leaning forward pulled me down slightly so he could take my right nipple into his mouth. His lips and mouth were chilled from the wine and the contrast made me gasp.
He wasted no time and swapped to my left nipple. As you may know I adore someone sucking on my nipples and I was going from horny to desperate. I was running my hands through his hair and holding his head against me. His hands switched to my ass and he started moulding my cheeks through the material of my bikini bottoms. I reached down and slipped my fingers into the sides of my bikini, I started pushng it down and he got the idea immediately. Without leaving my nipples he helped me slide my bottoms down to the deck. I was now wonderfully naked on a boat in broad daylight the full blaze of the hot sun falling on me with a good looking guy sucking on my nipples. It felt glorious. I considered us making love right there in the cockpit but the sunbathing area with its flat cushions seemed better, safer too just in case a wave threw us off balance. I pulled my nipples away from his lovely mouth and went over the the side of the cockpit.
The wooden decking went around the hatch so I decided to get on all fours and crawl around the hatch to the cushioned area. This had the advantage of making sure I wouldn't fall overboard (I didn't feel too stable still) and also meant he had a wonderful view of my ass and pussy as I seductively crawled forward onto the cushions. "Gotta be naked for sunbathing." I said. Sure enough he quickly pulled off his shorts, briefs and shoes and followed me. He did it walking though with a sure step that moved with the movements of the boat. I felt a little ridiculous crawling but then when I got to the cushions I rolled over onto my back on them and stretched sexily. They were hot under my back. He stood over me naked with a wonderfully hard erection standing out in front of him. It swayed ridiculously to the movements of the boat and I wanted it a lot. "Get down here," I said. He knelt down on the cushions but then took hold of my ankles and lifted them up. He brought my foot to his mouth and then quickly sucked my big toe into his mouth. That surprised me a little, a foot fetishist? But no, he was just being sexy. He did the same with my other foot and then squared himself between my legs. He raised my ankles to his shoulders and then leant himself forward and down. Wow, I thought a gentleman in all ways. He kissed his way sexily down the inside of my thighs and pushed back on them so my sex was presented to him. Then he bit me gently on my cheeks on either side of my pussy before he started to probe at me with his tongue.I do love oral, I love doing it and I love having it done. He was enthusiastic if not incredibly gifted at first. He lapped up and down my sex probing inside me with the point of his tongue. He even tongued my asshole a few times which I liked. Then slowly when he had satisfied his own desire to eat me out he decided to concentrate on serious pleasure. He worked his way up to my clit and laid siege to it. His tongue worked in circles around it and then flicked over it a few times. I was really excited now and hot and wet. Then he carefully placed his lips over my clit and gently sucked on it, wow that was good. His sucking gave me great bouts of pleasure that had me moaning. "Scream for me Erika, please," he said lifting his lips away from me. Scream? I hadn't thought of it but yes, of course, what a great place to really let go. So I really started moaning, moaning and cursing and screaming. I let go and really got into it. It felt so fantastic, the combination of all the factors were just mind blowing. I felt myself starting to come and had a flash of guilt, I hadn't even touched the guy yet. So I pulled his head away from between my legs and I leant forward to kiss him hard. I tasted myself in his mouth, really sexy that. He kissed me back long and hard too.A cold damp stairwell
This was about a week ago, well just a week ago. Last Friday to be exact. I had been to a friend's house to her stag party. That's called something else... right a hen night (internet is great for these things). We had had a great time at a restaurant having a meal and then in the pubs and clubs of the area. Finally we had gone back to her house to finish off the evening. The way we planned to finish off the evening was original too. There were six of us and we had "picked up" three guys at one of the first pubs we had been to. They had followed us from pub to club to pub and had become part of our little celebration. At the end of the evening, around five in the morning, we had decided to go home and to invite them with us. We were all pretty far gone at that point and I don't know what Meri's idea was. Whether she really meant to have sex with one or several of them, it wouldn't be the first time for her but she was getting married after all.
We drove home, stupid but old habits die hard in this part of the world, and the guys drove behind us. Meri parked her car in her spot and told the guys to park theirs in a vacant spot that is for sale quite near to hers. Then we fell out of the car, quite literally, six of us packed into her Audi A3, we opened the doors and literally fell out. Amid laughter and lots of very forward suggestions we made our way to the door to the lifts. Meri, Lara and two of the guys took the lift up to her flat from the car park first. It is an old lift so really only four can use it or it stops all the time. Whilst we were waiting Alex, the third guy, was pawing at all of us and we were all making very lewd and creative suggestions as to what might happen next, I swear he was fully erect already.
From the looks of it Sara was ready to have him right there too. He was licking her cleavage and moulding her breasts through her dress. The lift arrived back down and saved us from impromptu group sex right there in the cold damp basement. We opened the door and Noelia jumped in quick saying she had to pee, Nerea got in with her and Sara, Alex and I were left there at the door. Noelia urged us to get in quick but the question was who, the lift would take two more people but not three. Who should stay behind? Sara seemed to have it very clear and started pushing me towards the lift. I laughed and went along with it but then Alex pulled her into his arms and kissed her full on. He kissed her hard and she let go of me and sort of just melted into him. He took hold of her wrists, gave her a small push into the lift, slammed the grill shut and the lift activated because Noelia already had her finger on the button. The doors closed and it disappeared from view.
This took me a little by surprise and as I turned towards Alex I realised he wasn't half as drunk as he made himself out to be. There was nothing more than the dim light of an energy saving bulb above us. The stairs climbed up into darkness off to our left and the door to the car park was behind me. Alex took a step closer to me, "if you want me to stop then just make it clear," he said, "but I don't think you will." He reached towards me and slipped his hand around the back of my neck. He was now very close to me, I was suddenly feeling very vulnerable, very small, very weak and very very hot. He had tapped directly into the vein. With his right hand he reached right into the front of my dress and inside the cup of my bra. His large fingers closed around my breast and he squeezed my nipple with his finger and thumb. Pleasure and just a little pain. My lips opened as I started to breathe more deeply. He pulled my face over to just under his tilting me up towards him, his mouth was poised over mine. "I am going to fuck you right here until you scream." God how sexy that sounded. I think I just moaned a little.
He moved his hand up and pulled the shoulder of my dress down, the strap of my bra went with it. He lunged forward and bit into the skin of my shoulder were my neck begins. He bit me hard enough to make me flinch and then began to kiss up to under my ear. His left hand on the back of my neck controlled me and didn't let me get away. Then he pulled back and kissed me for real, his mouth crushing down on mine, invading mine. His kiss was bruising and tasted of alcohol. I was pushed up against the wall now to the right of the lift almost in the corner. He released the back of my neck as his kiss now kept me attached to him, sucking me in and making escape impossible. With his left hand he now repeated the action of before leaving my dress pulled down around my bust line, holding my arms against me. The straps of my bra were now off my shoulders and he pulled out of our kiss leaving just enough space between us for him to see me clearly. He paused then took hold of the top of the cups of my bra and pulled them down leaving my breasts exposed.
I am very happy with my chest, I think my breasts, whilst quite small, are well shaped with well sized nipples. My breasts and especially my nipples give me a lot of pleasure so I like it when someone appreciates them. I adore seeing their appreciation in the expression on their face. He had that expression then, adoration, desire, lust, a great combination that makes me really happy and is a real turn on. My nipples were already quite hard and I was looking good, Alex though surprised me. He slapped me hard on my right breast, a slap going downwards that caught my breast and nipple and really startled me. I yelped and started to curse but then he did the same to my left breast. I yelped again, not so much from the pain but from the shock of it. My shoulders curved in as if to protect me and I brought my hands up between us. He caught me hands and leaned it again to kiss me. His kiss was more forceful now, more a question of power and control. I squirmed against him tears in my eyes. His tongue invaded my mouth and he opened my arms so that his body pressed against me. I could feel his hard cock against me and his chest pressed against my sensitive breasts. Getting slapped like that was new to me and it was only thanks to the way he was kissing me that I managed to get over it. Then I discovered that it was like getting spanked, once you got over the initial shock and lovely warmth spread over me. I started getting hot again. He seemed to sense this and so broke off his kissing. He still had hold of my hands. As he pulled away I bit into his lip at the last moment and tasted blood as he pushed us apart. We stood there facing off. He was sucking on his lip and I was staring at him defiantly. His hands on my wrists held me immobilised easily. He waited presumably to see if I told him to fuck off or something. I just stared defiance. He smiled then.
Flipping my round by my wrists he pushed me against the wall and placed a firm hand between my naked shoulder blades to hold me still. One handed he undid the clasp on my bra so that it now hung trapped between my body and the wall. Then he reached down and fumbled at the back of my dress. Undoing the zip would have been difficult given how we were standing but he managed to undo the fasteners on the left side that kept it snug to my body. With those undone it was now loose enough for him to pull it down past my waist and my thighs and for it to fall to the floor. I was left standing in my black thigh high stockings and my knickers. I wondered what he would want to do now, I didn't really fancy being spanked in a stairwell though who knows, once he started I may well have enjoyed it. His right hand squeezed and moulded the cheeks of my ass. He seemed to like that as well. His left hand moved to the nape of my neck and turned me round again. We stood close, I was afraid he would slap my breasts again and was trembling slightly. He reached out but this time traced patterns on my skin with the tips of his fingers. I trembled even more but loved the feeling. His hand went to his belt and he started unbuckling it. As he freed up the top of his trousers his left hand pushed me downwards, this was a game I knew how to play. I sank to my knees, not east in heels, thankfully kneeling mostly on my own dress. He had his trousers open now and I reached out with my hands to free his erection. Again he surprised me, not an easy thing to do normally, he batted my hands away and pushed my arms down to my sides. When I was still he used his own hands to slowly drop his trousers to his knees and then he slipped a thumb into the waistband of his underwear to pull it down slowly.
He had a sense of the dramatic and took his time to reveal his cock. When he did I was licking my lips in anticipation. His cock wasn't extremely long but was very thick and had a large round purple head. He was circumcised and his cock was plastered with hot throbbing veins. A few cms under its head it went from light pink to a darker colour in a quite dramatic line. It was a very sexy member. I couldn't see his face in the half dark but I bet he was smiling.
He put his hand in my hair and pulled me towards it, I had my mouth open in anticipation. He rubbed his head around my mouth, I stuck my tongue out to caress it. As I did he pulled away sharply. I put my tongue back in my mouth and he started again. We played like this for a short while, me trying to catch his cock with my tongue and him just rubbing it on my lips. It was a fun game and made me feel very sexy. I licked my lips a lot and soon the head of his cock was slipping around my lips rather than rubbing on them. Finally he allowed my tongue to trap him and pulled me close enough to be able to encircle the head of his cock with my tongue. I licked him and probed the hole in its head. I pursed my lips and kissed it hard. He was starting to get really turned on, I could taste his precum on my lips. Finally he pulled me closed still and leaned into me. The head of his cock slipped into my mouth and filled it, I could feel it pushing against my palate. I tried to use my tongue on it in my mouth but it was hard because his head was so large. He changed the angle and pushed his cock further in down towards my throat. It was large and thick and filled my mouth, I had my nose in his pubic hair and I could feel his balls swing against my chin as he moved. God I was loving it. He didn't make me gag, thankfully he didn't seem to be trying to do it, because he surely would if he had tried. I did my best to cover my teeth with my lips but when my teeth did scrape against his skin he sucked in air sharply and seemed to enjoy it. He was now fucking my mouth in slow but sure movements. He kept his left hand in my hair and kept on with the movements but he angled his body to one side so he could reach down with his right hand and caress my left breast. He toyed with my nipple cupped my breast. I was getting quite wet now, I could feel my own desire rising in me strongly.
I didn't want him to come and me to lose the chance to get fucked but that suddenly became redundant as an option. The lift beside us sprang into life. I heard its motors start and the whoosh as the counter weight went up. It was on its way down. Meri lives on the ninth floor so we had a few seconds. His cock was pulled out of my mouth, I gave a small cry of disappointment. He pulled me up off my knees and scooped up my dress and bra bundling them up into my arms. "Up the stairs quick, it's dark there." He was right but I was very reluctant to leave him, "come with me," I said. "We can go to my place." As I said this he was pushing me up the stairs into the dark. "I would love to but I can't, I have to drive." I was on the first landing now standing almost naked in my heels and stockings. I threw my dress on the floor in disgust. He was back in front of the lift, he was doing up his trousers, trapping his erection up against his stomach and using his belt to hold it in place. The lift arrived. I stamped my foot hard in protest. My heel broke and I had to lean against the wall. He looked up towards the sharp sound from the darkness unable to see me but recognising the sound for what it was. "Sorry," he mouthed in my direction. The other two guys stumbled out of the lift. They were cursing and bad mouthing Meri and the other girls who, from what they were saying, had quickly thrown them out of the flat. One of them asked him about the other girl, not realising that I was only three metres away in the dark almost naked. "She went back to her car," he said, "they're all the same." They professed their agreement and started to go back into the car park in search of Alex's car. He was the last to start to go out the door. Just as he looked back I clicked on the stair light switch I had lent against when my heel had broken. The stairs were flooded with light and I struck a sexy pose just for him.
Legs akimbo, one hand cupping my breast and the other flat on my sex. His face was a picture and I really believe he might have changed his mind and stayed but his friends pulled him out into the car park from the other side of the door. The timer clicked round and I was plunged into darkness again. Damn.
We drove home, stupid but old habits die hard in this part of the world, and the guys drove behind us. Meri parked her car in her spot and told the guys to park theirs in a vacant spot that is for sale quite near to hers. Then we fell out of the car, quite literally, six of us packed into her Audi A3, we opened the doors and literally fell out. Amid laughter and lots of very forward suggestions we made our way to the door to the lifts. Meri, Lara and two of the guys took the lift up to her flat from the car park first. It is an old lift so really only four can use it or it stops all the time. Whilst we were waiting Alex, the third guy, was pawing at all of us and we were all making very lewd and creative suggestions as to what might happen next, I swear he was fully erect already.
This took me a little by surprise and as I turned towards Alex I realised he wasn't half as drunk as he made himself out to be. There was nothing more than the dim light of an energy saving bulb above us. The stairs climbed up into darkness off to our left and the door to the car park was behind me. Alex took a step closer to me, "if you want me to stop then just make it clear," he said, "but I don't think you will." He reached towards me and slipped his hand around the back of my neck. He was now very close to me, I was suddenly feeling very vulnerable, very small, very weak and very very hot. He had tapped directly into the vein. With his right hand he reached right into the front of my dress and inside the cup of my bra. His large fingers closed around my breast and he squeezed my nipple with his finger and thumb. Pleasure and just a little pain. My lips opened as I started to breathe more deeply. He pulled my face over to just under his tilting me up towards him, his mouth was poised over mine. "I am going to fuck you right here until you scream." God how sexy that sounded. I think I just moaned a little.
I am very happy with my chest, I think my breasts, whilst quite small, are well shaped with well sized nipples. My breasts and especially my nipples give me a lot of pleasure so I like it when someone appreciates them. I adore seeing their appreciation in the expression on their face. He had that expression then, adoration, desire, lust, a great combination that makes me really happy and is a real turn on. My nipples were already quite hard and I was looking good, Alex though surprised me. He slapped me hard on my right breast, a slap going downwards that caught my breast and nipple and really startled me. I yelped and started to curse but then he did the same to my left breast. I yelped again, not so much from the pain but from the shock of it. My shoulders curved in as if to protect me and I brought my hands up between us. He caught me hands and leaned it again to kiss me. His kiss was more forceful now, more a question of power and control. I squirmed against him tears in my eyes. His tongue invaded my mouth and he opened my arms so that his body pressed against me. I could feel his hard cock against me and his chest pressed against my sensitive breasts. Getting slapped like that was new to me and it was only thanks to the way he was kissing me that I managed to get over it. Then I discovered that it was like getting spanked, once you got over the initial shock and lovely warmth spread over me. I started getting hot again. He seemed to sense this and so broke off his kissing. He still had hold of my hands. As he pulled away I bit into his lip at the last moment and tasted blood as he pushed us apart. We stood there facing off. He was sucking on his lip and I was staring at him defiantly. His hands on my wrists held me immobilised easily. He waited presumably to see if I told him to fuck off or something. I just stared defiance. He smiled then.
He had a sense of the dramatic and took his time to reveal his cock. When he did I was licking my lips in anticipation. His cock wasn't extremely long but was very thick and had a large round purple head. He was circumcised and his cock was plastered with hot throbbing veins. A few cms under its head it went from light pink to a darker colour in a quite dramatic line. It was a very sexy member. I couldn't see his face in the half dark but I bet he was smiling.
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