John paused and became serious for a moment, “So, there’ll be a next time?”
I had expected this question and in truth, I didn’t know the answer but, I wasn’t going to ruin the best day of my sexual life so I replied with confidence, “You bet your life there’ll be a next time!” We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn’t set in stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off back to his house.
It was early evening when we arrived at the house and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the smells from our crotches! Dogs have no manners! We gave him his cuddles, John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this time, just gentle caresses, mutual washing and a great many kisses. He did get hard in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms!
We ate at a lovely pizza place, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the food was lovely and we sat for ages, just talking and laughing about our crazy afternoon. John was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I’d had a good day of fucking but I still needed him to make love to me when we got home. This caused an immediate reaction from him and his hand shot in the air and he shouted, “Check please!”
When we returned to the house, John opened a bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I’d worn that morning, then we just sat on the settee like a normal couple. It was still relatively early so we played some music and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very matter of fact way, I said, “I’m so glad we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I’m just so glad that we could do it. Does that make sense?”
John pondered for a minute, “It does! It really does! It’s been bizarre how we met online but to finally actually meet you has been……..” His voice trailed off so I helped with just one word.
“Yeah!”
I put my glass down and turned into the gentlest of kisses, perfect for the moment. We’d had some pretty wild sex since I’d arrived but now I really needed and wanted to make love to this guy. There’s no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the solid, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my naked bottom and we groaned softly into each other’s mouths. I snaked my hand into his shorts to touch his hot tool but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his shorts down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my head, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest as his cock was pressed against my chest. His hands moved automatically to stroke the side of my boobs but couldn’t for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his legs and then the tiniest licks and kisses on his shaved balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full, delicious length of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with soft flicks around the pulsing head and when I knew the torment was as great as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my lips and slid it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to take him to the height of pleasure and I took pride in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle flicks of my tongue and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of coming, I let him plop from my mouth and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his lips. He held me close, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most sincere words I could have used.
“Take me to bed! Make love to me!”
Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arms, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping hold of his arms, letting him know that I didn’t need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was careful to support his weight on his arms but, as he came closer I took a hold of his cock and directed him to my wet hole. In a stark contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the best kind of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so much care for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.
Every stroke was long, full and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken thoughts. We were as close as we could ever be and to make sure, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an orgasm from very early on and for the first time in my life, I actually shed several tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he’d understand tears during such an incredible feeling and I hugged him close. It was hard to breathe but I never wanted this feeling to end.
When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his back, I snuggled immediately into his side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a word, it wasn’t needed because any talk now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the next day. I sensed that this would be the last time we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn’t be able to feel the same as I did now. For now though, I was happy and John seemed more than happy too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual dreams
The mood in the morning was, to John’s credit, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all things and it seemed like a nice end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was time for me to teach him how to make the world’s best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘normal attire’ of John’s shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushrooms and bacon while I whisked up eight eggs with salt, pepper and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added lots of the vintage cheddar and John confessed that the smell alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner table. Needless to say, it was bloody good, even by my standards and I happy that I’d given something back for his hospitality.
As the time was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would save water. The humour was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a little aroused. I think we’d both thought that last night was the last sex but John broke first.
“If I don’t do this, I’ll kick myself forever!” He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his tongue into my pussy. His hands pulled me closer to his face and explored my bum with digits teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to float on the pleasure, wondering if I’d ever find such an enthusiastic lover at home. His hands were taking this last opportunity to build memories of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the fountain of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn’t let him make me come and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling position myself. I made love to his cock with my lips and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no smiles, just a clear communication, both savouring the last tastes, the last touches and the final act of love. Before long, John pulled me to my feet and I put my arms around his neck, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his cock pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his shoulder as he put my back against the shower wall. The strokes were gentle, slow and heavenly. This wasn’t just lovemaking, this was creating a memory we could take away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with sighs, not screams and when my feet finally touched the shower tray, we held each other under the flow of water, both satisfied completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better frame of mind. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the white lie about my underwear. I’d hidden a pair in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my final spank of the trip and a bigger thank you for being cool!
I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could have cut the tension in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a little surprised that I held back any tears. I pulled my head back and looked at the solemn face before me.
“Don’t be sad, I’ll definitely back!” I reached down and gave his package a little squeeze, “I’ve not finished with this bad boy!”
We both smiled, knowing I was just trying to lighten the mood. John hugged me close again, kissing my neck softly before we broke.
“Thanks for everything Rach! These last two days have been the best two days ever!” He drew a large breath and was about to continue but I put a finger to his lips to stop him. He looked a little hurt, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘I know!’
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