I’d picked up my purse on the way back through the living room as every girl would when using a strange bathroom and after I peed (yes, I was actually bursting for a pee), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master plan of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the front of my dress. I’ve mentioned that it’s quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to reveal more of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the dress and my jacket were just covering the centres of each breast but John was going to be treated to the full swell of each small mound. My skin is very white but very smooth and I was getting nervous at this brazen display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever look. I just hoped he hadn’t left the bedroom.
I clicked open the bathroom door and walked back into the room. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his head. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket fall from my shoulders, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered, “I brought you a gift but it still needs unwrapping properly!”
John gulped hard as I took the last step towards him and his hands went to my hips and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a minute or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my breasts before revealing them in their petite glory, pulling back to feast on the parting of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the dress off my shoulders, leaving his internet friend stood completely naked in his bedroom.
He gulped hard, “Rach, you….you are beautiful! No photo could ever do you justice!”
I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head to my chest and biting my lip as his big, strong hands touched my naked bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully hard nipples. Almost instantly, my legs began to quiver as his caressed my bottom and then my back, pulling me harder to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The heat in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into John’s eyes as he held me aloft and no words were needed but a kiss was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our tongues began an immediate battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hand massaged my breasts firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another issue that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two word instruction.
“Get naked!” And then I remembered my manners! “Please!”
John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped dead and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nudity. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a stupid question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn’t ever be happier. He was then looking me up and down, looking for more words before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off! We both laughed but then it was my turn to be in for a treat. His body was broad, toned and lovely but his cock, his big fat cock finally came into view and I began to salivate as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the yummy piece of meat that I’d seen so many times before in photos and just as I’d imagined, my fingers barely reached around its girth. My holding his cock was enough of a signal for John and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole pussy and in seconds, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him better access. It felt so good and from the noises down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of foreplay, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled John onto his back and there was a small look of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingers he’d teased inside me. To ease any doubts he had, I gave little butterfly kisses across his face as I straddled his body and ground myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure on my sensitive clit. I lifted my face from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his cock at my hole. He was already covered in my juices from the short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the small sting, the first half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third push, our bodies were fully connected. I held the position, swirling my hips slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each other’s eyes.
“Oh my God Rach, that is ……. fuck that’s…….. Wow!”
Supporting myself with my hands on his chest, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delicious fullness in my sex. John’s mouth was a permanent ‘O’ having given up after his previous attempt to vocalise his thoughts. The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing and soft grunts each time I dropped fully onto his perfect prick. Little by little I increased my tempo and John’s right hand sought out my breasts as his left thumb started to massage my clit with vigour.
“I’m not going to last long!” He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his thick tube, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the endless flow of my juices. The air was thick with the scent of lust and I could feel my own orgasm rising and prayed he would last long enough to share our first climax.
Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my back. For a brief moment, his full weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the briefest of seconds I felt so small and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper body from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy! My orgasm was heading towards us like a bullet train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being right on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of total shock, but before all the words were out, he’d lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of hair and held him tight on my clit where his tongue was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so tight. In seconds I was back on the verge of coming and I let go of his hair and pinched my own nipples to send my brain into orbit. My whole body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of consciousness as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing party. I’d wrapped my legs around his neck at some point and, as their grip began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few minutes and, with my knees pushed back by the side of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my whole body spasm with each powerful thrust which were pounding my tiny frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final thrust went deep inside me as I felt his cock pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his balls into my happy, saturated hole.
I lowered my legs and pulled him to me. Yes, he was heavy but that post-fucking kiss has always been my favourite and I held him there until he finally rolled us over together to put me back on top, his slightly softening cock, still buried deep inside me. I finally broke the kiss and rubbed his nose with my own.
“That was DEFINITELY worth a trip to Wisconsin for, Mister!” I said in a whisper and kissed him gently again.
John’s smile was one of pure joy and he paused a second before he spoke, “If I never have sex again, I won’t care Rachael! You just rewrote the book! But……” Then he paused
“There’s a but?” I asked, laughing.
John kissed my nose and squeezed me close to him, “The but ….. apart from this sexy ‘butt’ in my hands, is …… I’m not sure if I can ever let you go again!”
I playfully slapped him and cuddled close but I knew, in just two days I had to go back to my normal life and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, first meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.
We lay there, until the laws of physics deemed his prick soft enough to plop out of me and an immediate flow of copious amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my face for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some more of my wet wipes to clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to remember if I’d ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the first time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn’t even given him a blow job, my favourite part of foreplay! No matter, I’d make that up to him at some point and prove to him that I hadn’t lied about my speciality in that area.
As I returned from the bathroom, John had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to climb under with him. I didn’t need a second invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his chest hairs as we chatted. It felt so easy, so comfortable and natural, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his right hand was on my back or my bum as he held me close, while his left hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some point, we must have drifted off to sleep.
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