Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting position and John was still slow fucking me and with each push, I felt the last tremors of my orgasm and I sighed my contentment.
“Good morning!” I said, unnecessarily, “That was the best alarm clock ever!”
John kissed the back of my head, “Good morning, sexy lady! Well it seemed like the most logical way to wake you up and deal with my hard on, all in one go!”
I elbowed him softly, “Cheeky! But ten out of ten for efficiency!” I paused for a second before adding, “We really need to get up now though!”
John giggled, “You’re hungry aren’t you?”
I turned my head and gave him a long, soft kiss, “You learn quickly!”
I extracted myself from John’s cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘plop’ and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf whistle from behind me. (It’s always nice to be complimented!) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my teeth and as I was about to leave the bathroom, I noticed a pale blue shirt hanging on the back of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a small girl in a guy’s shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the bedroom confirmed that thought.
“Come on, lazybones, feed me!” I pleaded in a fake panicky voice. It had the desired effect and John climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a child. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open at the front, gave a full view of my naked body. He sighed heavily.
“Any chance you can just wear this today?”
I feigned shock and pulled the shirt back against my chest, “Hey cheeky!” I paused and added, “But my outfit today should please you, provided you make me some food NOW!”
John gave a salute, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, happy couple, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he’d really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English person loves….. Bacon Butties! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy bacon, a little cheddar and a splash of brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary masterpiece, one which he’d definitely have in the future. We polished off our mountain of food and I insisted that John go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the time I’d wiped all of the surfaces down, he was ready, dressed in blue shorts and a T-shirt that showed his broad chest off nicely. I gave him a quick kiss and went to dress myself.
To give myself a little credit, I’d managed to pack quite a few outfits into my smaller bag but John’s comments and clear love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my choice easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of thin cotton but it’s actually a cropped shirt with no buttons. At the front though, there are long pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a cool looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and material which shows the shape of your boobs, perfectly! The material is quite thin and for girls with darker nipples, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my nipples are much lighter but when it’s colder, well you get the idea. It’s a very sexy top! I added my denim shorts which don’t show off my bum cheeks. Well, I wanted to look sexy but I didn’t want to look like a cheap tramp! I finished the outfit with a simple pair of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.
When I came back into the living room, John gasped at my outfit and immediately caressed my boobs through the top.
“Sorry Rach, I just had to touch! Fuck, that is hot!”
As any girl will tell you, compliments don’t get boring and we can tell when they are for real! I was happy with ‘Fuck, that is hot!’ so I kissed him and we set off out.
A short drive later and we were walking, hand in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn’t visited but HAS been to Central Park, sorry guys but you went to the lesser one! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Wisconsin tourist board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story! I’ll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few hours in the park and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused much hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating huge ice creams and John asked where I’d like to go next.
“Ooh I’m glad you asked!” I said in a ‘matter of fact’ tone and I reached into my purse and pulled out a small piece of paper with an address on it and handed it to John.
He looked confused, “That’s way out of town, are you sure you have the right address? There’s only a winery out there…..” His voice drifted off.
“And?” I asked as John looked at me and I was wiggling my eyebrows and grinning madly. “What else is there John?”
“A sex shop? But what do you want from a sex shop, and that sex shop in particular?”
I held his hand, “Do you remember Holly’s story?” Now for those of you who don’t know my series ‘Holly and Friends’, don’t worry, I’m not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should read it! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, John and I had started to become friends. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the story now…..
I continued, “Well, you remember the scene in the sex shop cabin, between Sky and the customer?”
John instinctively grabbed at his package as he responded, “Oh God, do I? That’s a fucking hot scene! Do you…… I mean ……. Really?”
I patted his hand, “You really need to learn to finish a sentence babe!” I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of shorts, “I’ve even brought an extra outfit for you to rip off me!” I showed him the part ripped seams so he didn’t strangle me. (For those who don’t know the scene, read on, you will soon understand)
John seemed more than happy to indulge my fantasy although he did point out that we’d be going into a place where women rarely went and there would probably be other guys in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nobody else would see and he was happy with that and we set off. I didn’t count on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a bonus. I’ll tell you about that shortly.
John had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my seat and stripped naked in order to change my outfit. The shorts were white, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton t-shirt which was a crop top but much less revealing than my current shirt. I’d thought about this and it was bad enough that a girl was going into a sex shop, I didn’t want to look like a prostitute! I packed my other clothes away just as we pulled into the car park at the rear of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I felt so excited and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we’d even stopped properly. I’m sure that John, at this point, was wondering what the Hell he’d signed up for! I knew him well enough to know he’d love it!
In earned a slap to my bum from John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a terrible American accent to ask, “You got quarters, buddy?” Note to self, don’t use a silly accent!
OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a back road of Wisconsin. Each time I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two guys skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to look at the bold young lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop area, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little nervous but had already anticipated the first question from the man behind the counter.
“Hey honey, got ID?”
I already had my passport in my hand and passed it to him, smiling as confidently as I could at the nice, if slightly bored, guy in his early fifties.
“Thanks Rachael!” He said pleasantly, “Have a good time here! Cabins are through the curtain, you’ll need quarters!” I smiled at this and looked at John with a ‘told you so’ look on my face.
He handed over a ten dollar bill and took his handful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained area, neither of us making eye contact with the sets of eyes following us but both aware of some quite crude comments being directed our way.
We walked through the curtain into a long, darker room with glass cabinets, full of DVDs down the left wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at first glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a young, tall and blond guy going into the room next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was quick to slide the bolt, muttering under his breath, “Shit, I know what animals at the zoo feel like!”
I quickly placed our bags into the corner and took the quarters from John, putting them onto the little shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the slot, I had a quick look about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entrance was a big, flat TV screen and in the middle of the room which was about eight feet square, was a two-seater sofa, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it easier to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zone, horny as hell and ready to get started so the smell really didn’t bother me. A quick grope at John’s shorts said he was more than ready too.
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