When I awoke, I noticed that the shade over the window wasn’t as light so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over John’s handsome features. His hair was greying at the temples which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grin appear on his face as his eyelids fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said, “We have a problem!”
Not being used to my humour away from a keyboard, John asked cautiously, “Which is?”
“Well, it’s something you’re going to hear a lot of over the next two days!”
He worked it out, “You’re hungry aren’t you?”
I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a little tickle fight. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving! I knew my next suggestion would work though, I said we should share a shower. He seemed to like the idea as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.
In no time at all, we were stood together under the strong flow of water but, naked bodies, roaming hands and lots of soap usually adds up to an erection! Today was no different and with John’s caressing of every part of my body under the pretence of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was time to right the wrong.
“I think I need a starter before dinner!” I said seductively as I sank to my knees in front of his cock. It was free of soap by now and this was my first proper close up view. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its flared edges were perfect for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my mouth. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the first three inches and noticed that John had took hold of the rails as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn’t given him a blowjob in the last two years of their relationship. I decided to move forward with my party piece and I moved slightly more of his tool into my mouth, testing the back of my throat. He was a little thicker than any I’d done this with before but I knew I could manage. I’ve been blessed with very little gag reflex so I was quite proud of the soft whimper from John as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven inches to reappear from my mouth as I held eye contact with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my throat muscles, I snaked my tongue out to tease his balls. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn’t take much convincing and began slow but long strokes, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn’t last long and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the shaft and my tongue all around the head and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly large load in my mouth. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat with the gentlest of kisses as his sensitivity was at its peak.
I stood up to the warmest possible hug. He panted his thanks, “That was the best….. the best blowjob…..the best blowjob ever ….. You are ama….. you are FUCKING amazing! Thank you so, so much!”
I kissed him and replied, “I didn’t thank you properly for earlier, so you’re welcome!”
“Anytime Rachael, anytime at all!”
As we got out of the shower, John handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I’d left my small case in the car so, when John was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he’d mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the rail, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the restaurants I’d passed over the last few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the world of food so I yelped when a big hand grabbed my bum.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist!” He said as he gave another grope.
My hair was still a little damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the bedroom and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag (Tesco is Britain’s biggest supermarket) and asked John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.
“You brought cheese? You brought cheese to the Dairy State? I thought you read up on this place?”
Still naked, I put my hand on my hips and drew myself up to my full 5 foot 1 inch and squared up to him, “Listen honey, I never travel without my vintage cheddar cheese and after I’ve cooked for you, you’ll agree that it’s better than sex!”
Even I didn’t believe the last statement but John just shook his head and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen muttering, “Crazy Brit!” so I slapped his bum for his cheek and returned to my case.
As I started to pick out clothes, I called through to the kitchen, “Guess what I forgot to pack from my other case?”
John returned to the bedroom and was quick to be the perfect host, “Don’t worry! Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ve got it covered! I mean, I’ve got vintage cheddar now!”
I gave him my best evil look, “OK then smarty pants, where is your knickers drawer? I never planned on bras but forgot my panties!” Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added, “Ah well, I’m sure that idea will keep your mind occupied! OK where are we eating?”
John shook his head in despair and walked out of the room, groaning and bent double to label the point. I slapped his bum again!
I pulled on a white vest top, not too tight or revealing and a denim skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to look nice for John. He whistled as I came into the living room so, in order to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked, “Is that OK?”
He involuntarily licked his lips, “OK isn’t really the right term! And it sure tastes better than any food we’ll eat tonight!”
I congratulated and thanked him for his smart answer and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food we may eat were very wrong! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to look at from outside, but inside was a whole different story with every wall, chair and table painted with vibrant pictures and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I’ve ever been in and the food was incredible. We took our time between courses and after we’d had a coffee, I gave an embarrassing yawn.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I said as another yawn took hold of me.
John took my hand, “Hey it’s OK, I bet you’re exhausted! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a little workout this afternoon! You’ve every right to be wrecked!” He lifted my hand and kissed it softly, “Shall we miss out on an all night club and head back?”
John insisted on paying the bill despite my pleas so I paid a nice tip and chatted to the owners before we left. We kissed a little in the car park before I accepted that I really needed to get back.
The restaurant wasn’t far from John’s house so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smell the scraps we’d brought back. John asked if I’d like a warm cocoa before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two items of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the worst possible house guest, I fell immediately to sleep.
It must have been a good few hours later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that John was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John as I backed into him with a cold bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to sleep as I snuggled in, wrapped myself in his arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. Nothing beats spooning! Well, that’s not quite true. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even better, as I was about to find out at around 10am the following morning.
The first sensation I was aware of was two fingers, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to receive a morning kiss and no sooner than out lips met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the full seven inches of his lovely cock, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so full of ‘man’.
The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his hands caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the strokes grew in length. I’d been with this man for less than 24 hours but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn’t get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my hips, spread my legs and started to bounce me as he raised his hips, thrusting his meat into me in a way I’ve never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his arms tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn’t move as my muscles gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even greater and I’m sure the neighbourhood could hear my yells quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more plunges, John’s body dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.
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