Great Britain Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Great Britain Ch. 03 by matchdrum,matchdrum
Great Britain Ch. 3 – London

Now, I know chapters one and two were both based in countries, and London is a city. I know this! But, while in England, my base of operation was a flat just north of Finchley Road, about three tube stops, or a short bus ride to the famous Abbey Road Studios. In all honesty though, in a city of eight million people; where the surrounding area is nothing similar to inside the city limits, London really is a country all to itself. But enough of that, sit back and enjoy my third installment.

London:

As I hurried down the steps outside Scarlet’s flat, and into the waiting street below, I moved with a renewed sense of purpose. For once my heart and mind worked together for a common goal. I realized I must forgo the rest of my stay in Edinburgh and return to London as quick as possible. I must to get back to Lauren.

With my head held high, my heart pumping vigorously, and a spring in my step, I strode down the street towards…towards… ‘Where am I going?’ Better question, ‘Where the Hell am I?’ Then it hit me, I was currently lost for the second time in 24 hours on the streets of Edinburgh. Fortunately, this time I was sober.

Like a true man, asking directions is for pussies, so I pulled out my ‘trusty map.’ It was as helpful this afternoon as it was the night before. Why would you only put five street names on a map covering a city the size of Edinburgh? I was a little discouraged, yet still determined. After twenty minutes of looking around, I started to recognize landmarks from my bus tour. ‘That’s helpful,’ I thought to myself. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, any similarity between what I saw the day before and what I was currently looking at vanished. ‘Crap!’

In a futile effort, I took one more look at the map. Then I looked across the street. ‘You know, that funny looking building looks like the cartoon of the museum on this map,’ I thought to myself. ‘Oh, Shit, I know where I am! But how do I get to the train station?’

At that moment, another voice rang out like the singing of angels; which is funny, because it was an old mans voice. But, it was the voice of salvation coming to my rescue.

“Are ‘ye lost sonnie?” he asked in a gruff Scottish accent.

“Like you wouldn’t believe, sir,” I thankfully responded.

“Where a’ ‘ye tryin’ tu’ go?”

“The train station,” I said hopefully.

“Well, lucky you, ‘tits right ‘cross the street,” he spoke kindly, almost amused.

“REALLY!?!?”

“Sure! See the Royal Bank of Scotlan’?”

“Yes.”

“Go to the righ’, and ‘ye’ll find some steps. Go down ‘em, and ‘ye’ll fin’ ‘yaself in the center of town. Can’t miss the train station then sonnie.”

“God bless you sir,” I said extending my hand in gratitude.

“No problem son,” he said griping my hand firmly. “Be careful and God speed.”

With that he turned and walked away, probably laughing to himself and thinking, ‘Stupid Americans,’ but I didn’t care, I was back on track. I’ll tell you this though, so far on my journeys, I have never met kinder, happier, friendlier people than the Scottish and the Irish. Not that the English are none of these things, but my time in England has been spent mostly in London. Eight million people, you do the friendly math! Plus, while in London, I always seemed to know where I was going, or at least how to get back to where I came from. But every spot of trouble I may have found myself in while in Ireland and Scotland, there were always friendly souls there to help me out. It felt like I had someone watching over me. This gave my current mission a sublime assurance. I could not fail!

The trip back to London felt like a slow escalator ride to Hell. I’m sure it was only due to my building anticipation, and my regretful evening, but either way, it was torturous. Plus, I didn’t smell that great. I left Scarlet’s in a hurry without a shower. The day was quite warm, and I walked in a complete circle around Edinburgh in my sweatshirt, carrying my backpack. I was ripe! Fortunately, I truly felt like a world traveler…they usually smell too. But the best part of my fragrance was the smell Scarlet had left on my belongings and my body. I still had remnants of her sweat and moisture from the night before. It was a lovely, yet sad odor. I felt so bad that I wrote for hours about what I felt. I did not what to forget what I saw in here eyes as I fucked her seeing someone else’s face. Then once again the pain I saw in her eyes as I explained the situation. I never want to lay that burden on anyone else.

When I got back to London, I rushed back to my flat; the university provided lovely accommodations…small by American standards, but it had a kitchenette (a skink, micro-wave, and dorm fridge, with a breakfast nook) a living room (a TV and some chairs with a coffee table) and a small hallway leading to a bathroom straight ahead, and my bedroom to the right. I did not rush back to see Lauren; I knew the Paris group would not be back until tomorrow, but I needed to shower, and I had to plan out how I would spend my time making love to Lauren, almost as if it were a given she would fall at my feat. It’s amazing what you can build up in your mind. All I had to do was ask her to drop her panties, and away we went. I do have to admit, I did have a good fantasy built up. I knew what I wanted to do with her, and to her, and how we would carry it all out.

First I would do something goofy like invite her over to my place, where she would find the door ajar. She would walk in and find a trail of Hershey Kisses on the floor leading to the bathroom, and up into the shower. When she pulled back the curtain I would be holding a bouquet of flowers, saying, ‘I want to shower you in flowers, and kiss the ground you walk on.’ Cute right?

Then we would move to the ‘living room,’ and we would sit down and talk. She would be wearing loose shorts and a t-shirt. We would start kissing for no reason, and I would instantly run my hand up her shorts where I would find no underwear. I would just start fingering her, and kissing her, and making out. Then I would lean over and start talking dirty to her. Let her know how much I wanted to do hot and nasty things with, and to her. Ohhh…It would have to be at night too, so I could fill the flat with candles…yeah, that would be romantic. ‘This is getting good,’ I thought.

Next I would just take off all her clothes, and kiss all over her skin, and give her a massage. Then I would pick her up and take her into my room, where I would have satin sheets. ‘Wow, I’m good!’

Then we could have some fun with ice water or chocolate syrup. Then I would lick her whole body clean, and then go down on her. Then with no rhyme or reason, I would just whip it out and start having sex. ‘Yeah, that would be hot.’

I began to really visualize what I was fantasizing. I was getting so turned on that I actually did pull my erect penis from my shorts. I started to slowly massage my taught skin, and playfully tickle my hairless testicles. I didn’t expect to get myself so worked up.

Next I thought we would move to the hallway, and I could place her against the wall, and I could fuck her gently into the wall while she was totally wrapped around my body. She would start yelping in my ear as I pounded into her. She would say, “Fuck me! Harder! Deeper! Faster! Fuck! Fuck! OHHHH, I’m CUMMMIIIINNNGGGG!” Then with another hard thrust, I would come too.

My God, I was getting hot planning this out. I couldn’t keep my hands off of my body. The British are not known for their AC, but I was getting physically hot. I had to take off my shirt first. My free hand reached up and stroked my chest. Then without thinking, I began to twist and tweak my nipples until they were as erect as my cock. As I continued to fantasize, the pace of my stroking quickened to match my racing heartbeat. Stroke after stroke, I was pounding myself to a fantastic climax. My penis was dark and fleshy-hard between my clenched grip. My veins were squishy and full. I had to think of some more quick, hot fantasies so I could finish off this burning in my loin.

Then we could go into the bathroom. The shower is not exactly large, but you could squeeze two people inside. We could clean each other off. My hands could travel over her hard stomach, her firm, full breasts, and her solid and round ass. She cold lather my crotch and play with my balls. By this time I would be hard again. I would turn off the shower, and take her out dripping wet. I would pick her up and place her on the sink, and start fucking her again. Both of our bodies would be dripping all over the place. Wet, soaking bodies slamming together. ‘That would ROCK!’ Then I could rip down the shower curtain, and cover it in baby oil. ‘Where do I get such wonderful ideas?’ Our greasy bodies could slip and squirm all over the place. I could run my fingers over her oily bush, and squeeze through her luscious mounds, tweaking her nipples. I could penetrate her warm, drenched pussy with ease.

With that, I started to feel my sack tighten up. My breath became very shallow, and my heart was racing. I could barely see my hand as it stroked my full prick. I was so turned on; my flesh was red with excitement. I had to relieve this pressure, and soon.

I figured next we could turn to a hot tub full of bubbles. The warm water could swirl around our nakedness, and the bubbles could tickle our skin as they popped. More sex and moaning and swearing to God above. Or, we could have sex on the washer. I have always heard rumors about the spin cycle. When we were done, we could collapse on a pile of laundry fresh, warm towels. Then the mother of all fantasies…I could see Lauren contorted into some wild, hot, hard position (in which I don’t believe to this day would be physically possible) making her cunt tighter, wetter and hotter than ever before.

‘…Ohhhh Yeahhh!’

That did it! With three more tugs of my flesh, I leaned back on my bed, cleared my throat, clenched my teeth and moaned Laurens name. I shot four quick streaks of semen onto my chest and stomach. It was thick and hot like warm glue as it landed in pools and globs on my perspiring body. ‘Oh Lauren…Oh Lauren…you make me so happy!’

When I regained my senses, I went to the bathroom to clean up. Then I hit me: What was I fantasizing? Most of that shit was childish. ‘Oh, she’ll be wearing loose shorts and a t-shirt with nothing under…Without rhyme or reason, I’ll just start fucking her…Chocolate syrup…’ What was I thinking? I’m not in high school anymore. Those ideas are stupid, and/or impossible. First off, I don’t have a hot tub. Second, the washer is on the other side of campus. Thirdly, the shower curtain idea…well that would be hot! But all that oil would eat through any protection we had. No, this time would have to be different. It would have to be a sophisticated, elegant, well-planned evening for two. But this planning would have to wait. Jerking off like that had worn me out. I had not even asked her out yet, and the thought of her was making me happy and sleepy. It was naptime.

Two and a half hours later I was startled awake by a knock at my door. The purple hue flooding in through my open window alerted me to the presence of evening. What time was it, how long had I slept? I rolled out of bed and put on some boxer-briefs and some shorts and strolled to the door.

“Who is it,” I queried.

“Its Sarah, can I come in?”

I quickly unlocked the door and ushered her into the living room. Sarah had no interest in Paris, and wanted to visit Glasgow, Scotland on her own time, so she had stayed in London to do her own exploring. She was wearing cut-off sweatpants that rode high on her creamy flesh, and a cut-off sweatshirt that barely covered her protruding breasts. The hem of her shirt didn’t even reach back to meet the bare flesh of her torso. If a short enough person approached her, for a change, they could have seen straight UP her shirt.

In the low light of the evening, I could make out the outline of her gorgeous body silhouetted against the door. Her hair was flowing down her back. As I began to focus, and my eyes started to adjust, I could see her head was slightly down turned. She had the sniffles as well. When she tilted up to look at me I could see her beautiful eyes were red and strained with anguish. The lovely cheeks I had once tenderly kissed were now puffy and blemished with tear streaks. Sarah was sobbing lightly.

“Sarah? What’s the matter? Are you alright?”

Heaving herself into my naked arms, she spoke. “He’s dead…John Boy…John Boy…He’s…He’s dead!” Her body went limp, and I had to support most of her body weight in a flash.

My mind was racking. She had apparently had a terrible loss. Who was John Boy? Was it her brother, uncle, cousin, long time friend of the family?

“Who’s John Boy sweetie?”

“He’s…*sniffle, sniffle*…He’s my dog.”

I responded with a quiet chuckle, which was received with a swat to my rib cage.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I shouldn’t laugh. I cried too when my dog died. Why don’t you tell me what happened, get it off your chest.”

So we sat down and she buried her head into the nook of my neck and shoulder, my arms draped around her body, holding her close and tight. She told me about all her good times with John Boy, and how they had to put him down after 19 years of a good healthy life. I felt her hot tears stream down my naked chest. I let her cry. After a few minutes I straitened her up and brushed away her tears. They hung on my fingers like morning dew, and I shook them to the floor. I told her I would make her some tea (tea seams to solve every problem in England) and bring her some tissues.

When I returned, she silently sipped her tea, and loudly blew her nose. I asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?” as I slid back down to her side.

Craning her neck, she looked into my eyes, and I wiped another silent tear away. She spoke softly, yet intently, “Make love to me again. All I feel inside of me is cold, empty loss. I want to forget. I want to be filled with something warm, and purposeful. Please, make love to me.”

I had to swallow hard, and think fast. I pulled her close to me and gave her a peck on her moist lips. I was once more staring back into this beautiful face. This time needing me more than the last, yet…I had to tell her what was in my heart. “Sarah, only one thing on this planet would make me happier tonight, than to make love to you. My heart would break at passing the opportunity to return to your body, but I fear it would shatter if I ruined my chances with…with Lauren. I hope you understand.”

She returned her head to my chest and shed a few more tears, saying, “You don’t want me?”

I lifted her chin and gazed deeply into her eyes. They were the color of midnight again in the darkened room. I gently brushed away the few remaining tears. Speaking calmly and lovingly, I returned, “Any man would be a fool not to want you, but I fear my heart belongs to someone else. I’m truly sorry.”

As she looked into my eyes she could see the change I found in Scotland only days before.

Sarah leaned on me once again, and there was a long period of silence. Finally, after what had seemed like a few hours, we started to speak again. She was now calmer, but she still clung to my body. I didn’t mind, she needed me at this moment. As the clock ticked on and on, it suddenly became late. She asked if she could stay the night. She didn’t want to be alone. I had no problem sharing my bed with this lovely woman. I wanted to protect her and watch her through the night. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my room.

I placed her into my bed, and went to the bathroom so she could have privacy to ready herself. I returned moments later, dropped my shorts and crawled into bed to be with her. I faced her and said good night. She reached out and pulled my head to her face and kissed me sweetly. My penis gave a twitch, but I ignored it. I flopped onto my side, as to not be tempted, and tried in vain to fall asleep.

Some time later, I felt a rustling on the other side of my bed. Like a bolt of lightning, her had flashed to my skin. It was startling, yet exciting. She began to pull me closer into her body. ‘What’s this I feel? Oh, my, it’s her flesh!’ She had removed her top and now my unprotected back was melting into her bare breasts. My cock shot up in an instant as I felt her hand snake through the blanket to attach itself to my body through my underwear. My head was spinning, ‘I can’t make love to her.’ A groan escaped my lips as her hand found the tip of my expanding flesh. Sarah began to sway her body back and forth against mine. She pulled my elastic down to my taint, freeing my throbbing cock. She stroked it softly, yet intently. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now. Without thinking, my head swimming in circles, my hand shot behind me and found the nudity of her fleshy wetness. She moaned, ‘Yes,’ as I stroked her delicate folds.

As her stroking increased, my finger penetrated her tightness. I slipped with ease through her moisture, past her outer lips, and then stroking her entrance. My middle finger bobbed in place as my pointer searched for her pleasure button. She shivered and clenched upon connecting with her clitoris. Her quivering flesh melted upon my probing contact. Once again, England is not known for AC, and the room quickly filled with heat, moisture, and the smell and sounds of our sex. The thwapping of my flesh in her hands was only outdone by the spongy slickness of her beneath my fingers.

Suddenly, my hand began to cramp. I new I would either have to flip over, or end this erotic dance of flesh. I quickly removed my fingers and her hands and tossed to face her. She squealed with delight as I probed her mouth with my tongue and applied both of my hands to her groin, one to return inside of her, and the other to trace her patch of down, and to prance around her lovely body. She returned to my body like it was a missing part of hers. Both of her hands flew to my crotch. One continued stroking me while the other twisted my balls delicately.

We started a cadence that ebbed and flowed through the waning hours. Suddenly her stroking became erratic. Her walls clenched my hand, and I stopped forcing them in and out, yet began to wiggle them inside her. I have her body a focal point to attack her impending orgasm. Her breath became shallow and hard. I moved my other hand up to her breasts and stroked them both lovingly. I bend my head to her nipple and gently applied pressure with my lips. Sarah tensed and called my name. Her breathing mixed with her moans and her body writhed beneath my touch. Rocking hard against my silent fingers, she pulled me close and a silent scream escaped her open mouth as she came hard. She propped her upper leg high and made a tent of the sheet. She slammed repeatedly into my awaiting hand, and clenched and probed with her contracting walls. Her body was so hot to my touch. I was so happy I could pleasure this woman.

As she came down from wave after wave of orgasm, she returned to me with renewed vigor. She knew her goal, and it was to rock my world. One hand reached to wipe the flow from her leg, only to smear it onto my waiting cock. I could feel her moisture, warm on my body. She stroked relentlessly. Her only want was for me to cum onto her warm, tight flesh. She attached herself to my face and parted my lips with her mouth.

With such an attack, I could not last long. I felt my testicles move independently from my body. A hurricane was blowing from my groin. My body became rigid and Sarah moved in closer. She needed me on her skin, flesh to flesh. She wanted my cum to burn into her. She intently pulled upward with care and concentration. My time was at hand. I moaned her name loudly from my lips…”Saraaaaaah!” I thrust my hips sharply towards her body. I let go. Jet after jet of my cum splashed her body. It was trickling from her breasts and pooling in her belly. A few splashes landed above her pubis, and drizzled into her hair. I pulled her close to me, kissing her, and rubbing semen between our hot and tortured bodies. It was the second time today that my bed had seen my seed.

After our long embrace, I looked back into her midnight eyes. Quickly I dropped my glance and softly spoke, “I’m sorry!”

“No need to apologize. That was amazing.”

“It was amazing, but it wasn’t right. My flesh may be weak, but my heart is strong. It knows whom I need to be with. I’m sorry!” I kissed her gently and moved to get a damp washcloth from the bathroom.

“Mike,” she called.

“Yes?”

“I’m the one that should be apologizing. You told me your intentions, yet I kept pushing you. What kind of friend am I? I was selfish. I’m the one who is truly sorry.”

As I returned, I bend town and wiped my semen from her perky breasts and hot skin. I moved quickly and wordlessly. When I finished, I looked back to her face and said, “I’ll accept yours, if you accept mine.”

“Deal!”

I hopped back into bed and hugged her closely. I told her she could stay for the rest of the night, and she liked the prospect of waking up to me again. As I drifted to sleep, I realized an odd, yet delicate, tender and endearing friendship was formed this night. Sarah went to school in Colorado, but we would continue to stay close.

I awoke the next morning ready to confront Lauren. As I walked Sarah to the door, I heard the busses pull up across the street. Sarah looked at me and said, “Now’s your chance.” I agreed, and returned to my bedroom to put on a shirt and hat. I all but fell down the stairs in my excitement. I just wanted to see her, and tell her everything…well, almost everything. Around the busses, there were many people swarming around looking for baggage and such, but no Lauren. I took off around campus looking for her. No luck. I decided to try her apartment complex. As I rounded the corner, there she was…only…was it her? She was standing, lip-to-lip with Beau. ‘What the FUCK!?!?!’ my mind screamed at me. The woman of my dreams was kissing someone else! My world was crashing. And with Beau!!!! Well, I could see why with him, he’s tall, muscular, handsome, blond haired, blue eyes, and rich. But he lives in Montana. I’m the guy she goes to school with, we were supposed to return to happy ever after. I was so dejected. I went back to my room and cried. I just wanted to stay in my room for the rest of the day and feel self-pity, though it seemed fitting, considering my past few nights. ‘This SUCKS!’

Later that evening, two delicate hands placed on my chest gently awoke me from my slumber. As I stirred, I heard a mousy, deep southern voice, gently cooing my name.

“Mike…Mike…wake up.”

“Wha’…Who???”

“Hey sleepy. What are you doing asleep so early?”

It was Lauren. “How did you get in here?” I asked.

“The door was slightly open. I figured you would be in if the door was open.”

“Why are you here?” I spat with the slightest bit of venom in my tone; which did not go unnoticed by Lauren.

Slightly stunned and put back, she stumbled over her words, “Well, I got you something in Paris, and well, I kind of missed you. I wanted to see you. Are you all right? Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t know, did you?” I was not hiding my anger well.

“Mike, what has gotten into you?”

“Beau, that’s what’s gotten into me, or has he gotten into you as well?”

Lauren smacked me hard across the face and spat, “How dare you! You have no…I should…”

“Lauren…Lauren, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, I have no right. Truth is, I’m hurt by it.”

Still fuming, Lauren questioned, “Why would you be hurt by Beau?”

As I rose from the bed, I said, “I saw you kissing him this afternoon. A lot has happened in the past few weeks, Hell, the past few days. And, well, I guess…when I saw you kissing him…I…I…I don’t know how to say it.”

“What?” she asked a bit more calmly.

“Well, I wanted…to be…”
“Just say it Mike.”

“I wanted to be the one kissing you. I wanted to hold your body close to mine, and press your lips to mine. I wanted to smell the Jasmine escape your hair as I ran my fingers through it. I wanted to kiss your neck and smell the scent of sunflowers, and taste your skin. I wanted to look into your green eyes and see my future. That’s how Beau hurt me. That’s how you hurt me. It was all taken away in an instant.”

“What about Sarah,” she quickly threw back at me. “How do you think I felt when I found out about Sarah.”

“Wha’, when, where, WHAT?”

“You and Sarah! In Ireland! How do you think I felt when I found out what you had done with her?”

“How did you find that out?”

“Well, not to give you a big head, but when you pleasure a woman like you obviously did Sarah, she’s bound to talk. And did she ever… in great detail! God, it sounded…so… hot. I’m almost ashamed to admit it, but I was jealous, and I had to…you know, I had to…‘take care of something’ after hearing about it. I saw the same thing you did slipping away from me as well. I was crushed.”

“I had no Idea you felt that way. I just recently realized my desire for you. Sarah and I were a while ago, and there was no emotional attachment. If I had known I could have spent that time with you instead, I would have given it up in a flash. I’m sorry Lauren.”

“Well, when Beau approached me in Paris, I couldn’t fight him off any more.”

“Did you…um…you know?” I sheepishly inquired.

“Fuck him?” Such vile words from her lips caused a cacophony in my head. “No. He tried, but he had to settle for some oral, and I let him get me off too…but I imagined it was you the whole time.”

“Funny you should say that.”

“What?”

“I’ll tell you some other time. …It seems like we are in the same boat then. Lauren, I really like you, and I could see a great future for me in your eyes. Please, lets forget what has happened so far, and find a way forward. I want to make you happy, and spend my time on you, and with you.”

“I would like that.”

With that, she gently pushed me back onto the bed, and brought her lips lightly upon mine. She joined me, by facing away, laying on my bed. I brought my body up close to her and wrapped my arms around her. I could feel eternity. I felt like I would be lost without her in my grip. I gently brushed the hair from the back of her neck and kissed it sweetly, whispering into her ear, “I could stay here forever. Let’s take it easy and slow, and see where we can go from here.” She gently nodded her head in agreement. She softly drifted to sleep in my arms. I was too excited to sleep. I was in Heaven. I had Lauren in my arms, and all was right with the world.

The following weeks were amazing. What time we were not in class, we spent together. We were becoming a real couple. We would go out on the town and see London together. We spent time relaxing on Hampstead Heath. We went to museums and galleries together. We saw almost every Christopher Wren church in London. It was bliss.

I really felt love. I felt happiness. And she was so amazing, and beautiful. There were times when she couldn’t wait to kiss me, and she would drag me behind the bushes. I felt like I was in grade school again. But, something loomed over us. Not what happened with her and Beau, we had forgotten all about that. And it wasn’t my experience in Ireland, nor Scotland…I got both of those off my chest. Well, it was that we were both healthy twenty something, red-blooded, Americans. We were hot for each other. But we had decided to take it slow, meaning no sexual contact. NONE! But we both knew that we wanted our first time to be in London. It was where we fell in love, and it was where we wanted to make our complete connection.

Our time overseas was quickly coming to an end. Two weeks before we left I started planning “The Perfect Date,” for the evening after our last final. The plan: Nice dinner, Theatre, and then a night of romance. I did consider what was on my previous list, and while some of it was nice, a lot of it would have to wait.

Suddenly, finals were over, and our night was upon us. I prepared myself to specifications. I made sure my face was properly shaven. Then I did it again against the grain, making sure it was extra smooth. I took a long hot shower, making sure to wash thoroughly. Next, I shaved my testicles. (Now I know some of you may not like this, but most women I have been with would rather wrap their lips around my hairless balls, and lick my smooth taint, rather than have a mouth full of hair. Just like we would rather not floss while we visit them below!) So, I took time and care to have the closest and smoothest shave. After my shower I dressed in my favorite tailored suit. It was dark, and fit like a glove. I wore a white button down shirt, with no tie, and open at the neck to show a little bit of my chest. I fixed my hair, splashed on some cologne, and left to meet my angel.

Now, I know I have told of Laurens beauty before, but when she opened her door…and I saw her…in her…Short…Black…Low-Cut…Dress…My eyes about popped out of my head. Lauren is 5’ 10” without shoes, but in her heels, she was looking me straight in the eye. She spun around to show off, and her dress clung to her as tightly as if she had just stepped out of the shower in it. The V-neck of her dress plunged to right below her breast line. How she kept them in was a marvel of physics. Her breasts stood from her chest proudly and firm. Then the torso of her dress clung flatly to her midriff. The ass looked like it had to be specially made to fit her. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Apparently I couldn’t talk or hear either, because she asked what I thought. I just stood there with my jaw somewhere around my navel, not hearing a word she said. When she asked again, I finally heard her, but the look on my face was enough of a response. I handed her a bouquet of flowers; daisies, and she put them in water before we left campus.

I escorted Lauren down the street to the nicest Italian restaurant in the Finchley Road area. The price was pricey, but the food was great, and there was a jazz combo and a dance floor as well. It was really classy, and the way I felt, and for what was to come that evening, price was no object. We had some wine, and ate a nice meal. When our empty plates were bussed, the combo began to play a slow sexier version of “Let’s Get It On,” by Marvin Gay. I looked across the table to Lauren and asked for the pleasure.

With a wide smile she said, “No,” and blushed.

I responded as I arose from my seat, “Come on, you look stunning, and it would be a shame for to not show off what you have on that dance floor.”

I extended my hand and she accepted. We strolled to the dance floor and took our positions. We took a close and romantic spin around the dance floor. As a drummer, I may not have all the moves, but I do have the rhythm. So we swayed back and forth and all around. About three-fourths way through the song, Lauren leaned in and brushed her cheek to my soft face, then trailed her lips around to my mouth. Our pace slowed on the dance floor. Her lovely body pressing into mine, forced an erection in my dress pants. The fingers of my right hand were intertwined with hers, while my left hand was glued to her well-sculpted ass. The music slowly died out, as all eyes were on us, but we didn’t notice. When we realized the music has stopped, I gently dipped Lauren, and the restaurant applauded. ‘This can’t be real,’ I suddenly thought.

Next, it was time for the theatre. To tell you the truth, I can’t remember what we saw. I’m sure I have the playbill around here somewhere, and I am sure it was a great show, but I couldn’t keep my mind, or eyes off of Lauren. Since it was the end of our trip, and I was out of money, the seats were not the greatest for watching the show, but we caused a show of our own. We sat in the next to last row in the balcony. Lauren had her legs crossed, and my hand was buried in her lap. I couldn’t help myself. I had to stroke her legs, and tickle my finger to the thin fabric of her panties. After intermission, Lauren told me to look into the tiny scrap of fabric she called a purse. There, just inside were her panties. They were black and lacy. Really, it was two pieces of string and a section of cloth the size of an eye patch, but I wasn’t complaining. And now that they were in her ‘purse,’ and not on her body… ‘Wachounow!’ This was the first time I was able to feel her glorious wetness. My fingers slid up and down, and spread her moisture all around her lips. And you wonder why I don’t remember what show I went to… You try concentrating while touching a girl like Lauren for the first time.

When the show was over, I could hardly contain myself as we found our way home. Back on campus, I told Lauren to give me twenty minutes to set up. She asked what I had in mind, but I told her it was a surprise.

Nineteen minutes, and forty three seconds later, Lauren knocked on my door. I approached with want in my heart. As I reached for the doorknob, time stood still. It felt like eternity swinging the door open to look at my princess. Lauren was dressed in baggy shorts, and a large sweatshirt. “…Not what I was expecting,” I said. But her face was still just as stunning as earlier, and her hair remained cascading over her shoulder.

“Well, I didn’t want anyone to know what we had in mind. But more importantly, …It is what’s underneath that counts. Right?”

At this time, she finally realized that I was standing bare-chested at my door holding single rose. “Wow,” she said, “not quite what I expected from you either.”

“I guess it is what’s underneath that counts,” I said while looking down at my pants. She giggled and smiled as she stepped in the doorway. I offer the single rose and tenderly escort her to the bedroom. I lightly placed my hand onto the small of her back, and open the door.

Lauren almost starts to cry. My room is drenched in the smell of incense, and bathed in the glow of thirty-three lit candles; one for each day I have been with her. Placed in every imaginable spot were long stem roses. Sprinkled from the doorway to the bed were daisy petals. Strewn across the bed were petals of rose. As her eyes became dewy, I raised a hand to her face and said, “Lauren, I love you. I want tonight to be a special first time. Tonight, I want to make love to you on a bed of roses.”

Sobbing, Lauren reached up and grabbed my face and kissed me, her tears caressing my cheek. Her voice quaked as she almost inaudibly whispered, “I love you too.” Suddenly a smile caressed her lips. “I love you Mike.”

Stepping out of her shoes, my hand found the small of her back once again. Daisy petals stuck to our feet as I led her to the bed. Reaching the bed, she turned to me and beamed. “Remember when I said it is what’s underneath that’s important?” I nodded my head. Without another word, she removed her sweatshirt to reveal…nothing at all. A small groan escaped my lips as I saw her remarkable breasts for the first time. Their beauty is forever imprinted onto my retinas. They were smaller than they appear with clothing on. Not to say they were small, but they were smaller. But I was not disappointed. I suddenly realized that I was not making love to her breasts, or any other body part for that matter. I was making love with her mind, making love through her eyes, making love with the smell of her, which was now filling the room. For the first time ever, the sum was greater than the parts. ‘I love this woman!’

Cupping her breast, she turned to wiggle her ass at me. I was hypnotized by the shaking to and fro. Then, looping her fingers through the tops of her shorts, she gave a slight tug, and shook her shorts to the ground. Her tight ass was encased in sheer and lacy tangas. (If you don’t know what these are, I suggest you visit Fredric or Victoria QUICKLY!) As she continued to shake, I reached out to her. My fingers melted with hers in cupping her breasts. When her backside hit my front, she pushed into me and wiggled a little more, enticing another moan from my lips.

Whispering in her ear, I said, “Sometimes reality is 100 times more sexy than fantasy.”

She giggled and blushed at the compliment.

Gradually and softly I pushed her back onto the bed, Rose petals now sticking to her supple flesh. Lying gently down next to her, I embraced her lips with my own, my tongue intruding past her teeth to mingle with hers. Now, it was her tern to moan. The gentle vibrations from her lips spurred me onward.

Grabbing a freshly budded rose from the edge of the bed, I began lightly tracing the outline of her face. Then, everywhere the rose bud caressed, my lips eagerly followed. I first started with the lips, tracing the lower than the upper. The color of the rose blending into the rich red of her mouth and lips. Gently brushing her cheek, I softly dance the flower down her neck, and across her shoulders, and back to her breastplate, only to return to her lips. I spend a few moments back at her kiss, fearing death without their immediate embrace.

Next, I fluidly traced my way down her chin and neck, leading straight to her intoxicating breasts, my lips following closely and intently behind. Circling the base of her right breast counter-clock wise, I stroke and lick my way around and up to the nipple, only to trail off mere centimeters from her own lovely red buds. I gently blow across her nipple, and pat it lightly with the rose. This sends shivers racing across her body, and goose bumps through her aroused flesh.

Moving up and down her right arm, I tickle each and every finger with my kisses. Progressing to her left breast, I perform the exact procedure diligently, repeating the process on her left arm. Returning to her nipples, I stoke one with the flower while suckling the other into my burning mouth. Quickly I remove my mouth and blow across her slippery nipple. The stimulation of warm mixed with cool wind, brings forth a gasp from within.

Burying my face in the valley of her cleavage, I trek downward. The taught skin of her torso is heaving rapidly as I progress. I trace left and right, up and down, covering her mid-section with my glistening kisses. Proceeding further, I begin to smell her sex, sweetly calling my nostrils. Moving my body further down, I playfully pat her crotch with the rose. As it tips her clitoris, short bursts of air escape her, and deep breathing rise from her body, and she bucks her hips to greet the soft crown of the flower. Wanting to tease her even more, I trace the joining of her legs to her crotch, and then trace up the middle of her underwear, slightly pressing the tip of the flower into her body. Writhing beneath me, she starts pulling my head to her growing wetness. I see a slight spot growing on the front of her sheer panties. I know she’s ready, but I’m not yet done.

Moving the rose back to her torso, my face stays less than an inch from her covered slit. As I tickle her body, I breathe heavily into her crotch. Now bouncing beneath me, Laurens straining voice says, “Stop toying around, and bury your face in me NOW!”

I start to lick the thin fabric that barely covers her flesh. I lick around the edges, and across the center. I lift the hem with my fingers and taste the flesh surrounding her lips. Nearly pulling my hair out, Lauren forces me back to her center. I decide it is time to release her from her anguish.

Teasingly, I pull her panties down her long slender legs. When I return, the full brunt of her exhilarating fragrance wafts to my nose. I breathe in and out slowly, taking it all in. At first, I lightly stroke her slit with the rose, and tickle her pubis with the crown. Stopping my play, I drop the rose and I tenderly place my lips into the trim of her mound. I kiss her nakedness with lovingly pecks. Her flesh is extraordinarily hot. I can’t resist anymore; I have to taste her. Rolling my tongue to a tip, I dip it at the end of her slit, and trace my way to her throbbing clitoris. Her taste is exquisite, pungent, hot and sweet. I need more! I move my mouth up and down, taking every last drop on my lips.

I place my fingers at her opening, replacing my tongue, as my other hand separates her folds, so I can dive for her clitoris. Her body quivers as I gently suck her into my mouth. Small, beautiful moans fill the room, with every stroke of my finger.

Not being able to hold back, I insert my fingers into her waiting moisture. Effortlessly they slip past her outer lips, and then her inner. I start to stroke back and forth into her smoldering cunt, but almost instantly she quakes and clenches my hand. Her legs toss over my shoulders, and Lauren buries my head into her crotch with her hands. She loudly calls my name, and pants for me not to quit… “I’m sooooo CUUUMMMINNNNGG….AAAAAHHHHAHGGGHHHH! Don’t. Stop, EVER!!!!”

‘I couldn’t if I wanted to babe!’

It takes her a few more minutes to come down, and realize I have continued to stroke her. Suddenly she becomes very sensitive, brushing my hand away, and dragging me to her face. She gently cleared my face of her fluid with her tongue.

‘Kinky,’ I thought.

Then she moaned, “Mmmmm. That was too good. What were we waiting for? We should have been doing this for months!” With an evil grin, she flipped me over and said, “My turn.”

Grabbing another rose, she tried to re-create my performance. Unfortunately she is not as good at seduction as I am. Fortunately, I’m a guy, and I don’t need much to be ready. Plus, I was loaded up on Viagra. ‘…Oops, I didn’t tell her about that. Well, I guess she’ll have to visualize me a super stud. Oh darn!’

Lauren quickly traced around my face and chest, giving little attention to my nipples and long torso. When she got to my belt, she quickly undid my pants and flung them off my body. Then she hurriedly pulled my boxer-briefs to my feet. Taking the rose back into her hand, she lightly drew around my testicles, which in turn rolled uncontrollably round my sack. Then she traced up my shaft, and started my rule of everywhere the rose goes, her tongue followed.

Quickly giving into her lust, she threw the flower to my side, and pounced on my cock. She slipped it past the sweet redness of her lips, deep into her hungry mouth. ‘Oooh, the warmth.’ Popping me from her lips, she stroked up and down the side, nibbling lightly here and there. Then she returned to the tip and placed my seven inches half way into her mouth, and sucked hard. I gasped sharply. I was taken off guard. Then she dropped her nose to the thin patch of hair around the base of my penis. She took me all the way in. I could feel her cheeks puffing out as her tongue snaked around and around my shaft, then attaching itself to my head and swirling round and round. Lauren withdrew me from the furnace of her mouth, and stoked her saliva up and down my shaft as she looked into my face and asked, “How’s that?” My eyes rolled back into my head for a response. She feverishly placed my head back between her lips and sucked her way back down.

I had to stop, I needed to be inside of her, and fast. When I pulled her off of my cock, Lauren looked like a child that had just lost its favorite toy. But when I pulled her up and grabbed for a condom, her face turned back to pleasure mode. She removed the foil wrapper from my fingers and opened it up herself. I was shocked when she popped the rubber into her mouth like candy. Then she leaned her head back to my groin, and I entered her mouth once again, slowly and methodically. When she raised her head, my penis was wrapped in a gleaming sheath.

“How did you do that?” I inquired.

“I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you,” she giggled.

‘That was hot!’ I thought as I flipped her onto her back. As I hovered over her body, I reached down and slicked up her clit with the fluid flowing from her body. I rubbed it all through her sparse patch of hair. Then I lowered the head of my covered penis to its target area. I pointed it at her clit and swirled round and round. This quickened her breathing, and started her begging me. She was so cute, whimpering, “Please, Pleeeeease!” How could I resist.

Looking hungrily into her eyes, I plunged deep into her waiting body. Her arms shot around my back, and pulled me hard onto her, her bouncy breasts stopping me like a buffer. Lauren whispered to me, “Don’t move, I want to keep this moment.” I was happy to oblige. I had no place to go, and the feeling of her stroking me without moving was priceless.

Soon, she began to thrust, alerting me to her readiness. I propped myself up and slowly started to match her thrusting. The feeling was exquisite. Words escaped me, all I could see were colors bursting in my mind, and warmth flooding my body. I bent down and lightly blew a few rose petals from her breasts as I drove back deep inside of her steaming pussy. My mouth attached to her lips, and held on for dear life. Our bodies slammed into each other over and over again. Her walls started to stoke me, and push me out on every in-stroke. My face dropped back to her breast, and I started to suck once more on the light brown nipples that tipped her. I was in sensory overload. I had the smell of our smoldering sex, filling the air. Her eyes were burning deep into mine. Our skin was melting from the heat pouring from our bodies. I could taste her sweat on her heaving breasts.

My dick was tortuously close to exploding, when her mouth opened up once again stated a long deep moan that grew louder and louder with each shove of my body into hers. She was going over the edge again, and she was taking me with her. I had to spend this first climax looking deep into her eyes. I had to see her hunger. I had to see her want. I had to see the love she had for me.

Within three more thrusts, I saw what I was looking for. Tears began to form at her eyes as she wept with joy at our joining experience. I was so happy. I buried my head into her neck and lost control. I shot torrents of my seed into her hungry body. Panting hard, I continued to thrust into her until she too slowed her climax.

I slowly removed myself from her quivering and heaving vagina. Her body was holding me so tightly that she released me with a pop. After removing the condom, I slid next to her. My hands began to encircle her body. I stroked her from head to toe, whispering, “I love you, I love you,” over and over again. My hands reached behind her head, cradling it softly and held her to my lips as my mouth enveloped her tongue.

After a few minutes, her vitals returned to normal, and I reached for another condom. “Are you ready?” I asked.

“Already?”

“What can I say, this must be my lucky night,” I said with a wink.

After shielding myself in another condom, I was ready to continue. This time, she squatted over top of me, and grabbed hold of my swollen penis. Aiming it at the center of her, she dropped fully onto me. We both gasped with pleasure. She was the best lover I have ever had.

Lauren gently rocked forward and backward, working on her own orgasm. She was using me like a sex toy. I just sat there and enjoyed the ride. I reached up and fondled her buoyant tits, and then traced down her sweat slick sides, placing my hands on her rocking hips. She was so tight, yet so deep. I felt like I could plunge away into her, and never bottom out. I moved one hand to her clit to help with her building excitement. My touch seemed to send an electric charge from her pelvis to her head as she jerked quickly and said, “Don’t stop!” I gently increased my pace. As she rocked back and forth, she pulled me in with every stroke. I know it sounds cliché, but it really felt like her pussy was pulling me into it. As my pace quickened, her strokes got shorter, as did her breathing. I knew she was in for another climax. Moments before she started, I gently raised my hips to meet her, and she stopped stroking, leaned forward and started grinding her pelvis into mine. I barely got my hand out in time. She was grinding so hard my pubis began to throb. But, when she flooded over the edge, I forgot all about my ache. Her climax forcefully massaged my cock as her fluids dribbled out onto my testicles. As she came down, she gently rubbed the connection of out two bodies, then fell to my face and said simply, “Wow.”

Still inside her, I began to pump my hips. She asked, “Did you go?”

“Nope.”

“Are you trying to kill me?” She shot back.

“No, I just want to make these moments last forever.”

She kissed me again, and then turned around on my gently thrusting crotch. Once in position, facing away from me, she slowly lowered her body flat onto the bed. Then moving toward my feet, ever so slightly, she arched her back, forcing her heart shaped ass into the air. I couldn’t help but place my hands on both sides, and thrust her downward. She cooed with excitement. But, facing away from me she started to buck her hips like a man lying on top of a woman. I found this odd, but I went along with it. Squeezing her thighs together, she pulled my cock just a bit further down and into the upper side of her inner walls. It finally hit me what she was doing, as soon as I hit her. This position affords her to probe the soft spongy tissue underneath her pubic bone. She was going for a deep, hard, climax. She loved our sex, but she was going to wear us both out with this one.

While she was driving hard against my body, I slid a finger down to our connecting point and got it slick with our combined moisture. Then tracing the back of her slit, I began to circle her back hole. Now, I couldn’t dive in there, I don’t work that way, and most women I know don’t either, but I do know how sensitive that flesh is, and a lubricated massage is usually welcomed. And with Lauren, I was not disappointed. With her pounding away on top of me…Hell, she was down right fucking me; I probed around the darker skin of her backside. She told me, “Don’t stop you dirty boy,” as I traced circles around her.

I don’t know if it was the deep thrusting I was receiving from Lauren, or the naughtiness of my current actions, but I was getting close. I could tell by Laurens grunting that she was working on a whopper of her own. I started lightly smacking Laurens ass as she bound up and down. Instead of moving straight up and down, she began to make an oval motion; first pulling me forward into her g-spot, then pushing back with her ass, and finally down firmly onto my clenching body. Each motion forced a grunt and a groan from both of us.

I told her, “I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Just a few…more…Hold ooonnnn,” she pleaded.

I did my best, and believe it or not, I didn’t orgasm until the walls of her fiery cunt clamped down on me like a vice. I have heard of tight before, but this was almost too much. It hurt a little, but it was the best pain I have ever felt. For fear I would ruin her orgasm, I tried to stay still while her body clenched and convulsed as a torrid orgasm made her body seize tight. After a few moments of her hot writhing though, resistance was futile. My body too clenched as my chest bolted up toward her bouncing ass. My groan stretched into a forceful “AAAAHHHHHHH, Ohhhhhh GOOOODDDDD!” as shot after shot emptied from my testicles. The condom filled and it felt like every warm liquid from my body poured from the tip of my penis. The quaking of my cock head, continued to smack into Laurens front wall, causing more tremors to overcome her body. Her pulsations forced my semen out of the condom onto my emptied testicles.

Shortly after, we both collapsed in our current position, almost passing out. After a few minutes, I raised my body a bit, and started pulling on her hips for her to straddle back towards me. Still hard, I did not pop out from her movement. As she stretched upward, her bum began to press into my stomach. She reached for the sky, and I traced down her sides, sending shivers across her warm flesh. Then with hungry hands, I pressed my palms into her waiting breasts, massaging them firmly.

After stretching, she brought her arms around mine, and said, “Thank you.”

I said, “No, Thank you.”

Once again, remaining inside of her, we tenderly rolled onto our sides. Stroking her flesh once more, I nuzzled my face into the back of her head, and breathed deep the smell of her hair. Then I softly moved to nibble her neck and whisper sweetly into her ear, thanking her, and loving her.

I began to lightly pump my hips one more time, to which she told me to, “STOP THAT!!!!!”

I told her, “With you, I can’t help myself.”

Finally, and reluctantly, I pulled out of that body that only God could have sculpted. Later, she told me that she felt empty without me in her. Even for the few moments it took me to clean up, she said she missed my body and my touch.

Upon returning from my clean up, she was rolled up to one side of the bed. I quietly spooned into position behind her, my still hard penis pressing at her lower back, and wrapped my arms around her. She backed into my body, wiggling her ass against me and started, what sounded like purring. I was in Heaven. I thanked God over and over again until I passed into sleep.

I woke up the next morning to two humming lips surrounding my penis. She wanted to start up where we left off, and I was more than willing. We made love for most of the morning, and for most of the afternoon as well. In fact, we didn’t see much of London for the remaining few days of our trip, but we made many memories in my bed.

Upon returning to the United States, I would love to say we have been happy ever after. I would love to say that, but like I told her, there would be hard times, but God willing they would be outshined by the good times. We have our arguments, but thankfully they lead to make-up sex. But mostly, we are a happy young couple. Currently I am saving everything I can to buy a ring. I am, and have never been so blessed.

And just incase you were wondering…that shower curtain and baby oil idea…It truly is as hot as it sounded… I love this woman!