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The Travel Part I – Lover
Here I am. Logan Vermont. Smart, successful, not ugly. Married, two wonderful children of 22 and 23, who are starting to live their own life now. Married, yes. My wife is wonderful. Earlier we had fun whenever possible. We loved every second of our life and we made love when we even had a second just for us. But anywhere on the road between getting children and child education we lost our passion, our desire.
Now I am asking myself “Is this the life you wanna lead?” Sure, I am happy, but anything is missing. I wanna get back this desire, this passion, even if it’s just once.
I have to travel a lot for my business. This might be my chance…
I thought about it some days, then I had the answer. I made an advert:
“Man, 47 is asking woman between 35 and 55: Are you satisfied with your life? Are you dreaming of breaking out for few days? I’m spending some days in a nice hotel and invite you for some nice adventures, relaxing, good dinner and perhaps erotic fun. We dance to the music of some musicians just playing for us, do nude swimming in a lake, stars being our blanket and then we leave and never meet again. If you are Mrs. Holiday answer to…….No answer for some days. But suddenly a mail arrived:
“Hello Mr. Holiday. I believe you are living in a relationship, as I am. I think I understand your feelings and I admit, I share the same desire. There is a big longing of breaking out for few days. Your idea is really beautiful. Yes, I would like to spend this holiday with you.She also wrote: I never will send you a pic. I don’t know how you are looking and it’s not important to me. All my friends say I am beautiful.
She described herself a bit, told me some of her dreams and, most important, she was able at the same time I planned the holidays.We wrote two more mails then the deal was made. I booked the hotel. One apartment for both and I booked it to my name. She didn’t want me to pay her tickets for plane and insisted of meeting in hotel.
One month later, late in August, I had to travel for business. This I told my wife. It was usual for her, so she wasn’t surprised. We approved, the usual kiss, and I was on my way to AChat-Hotel. I really had to do a little job before I could go to hotel, but this job just took me one day.
At the reception I was told “Welcome Mr. Vermont. Mrs. Vermont already arrived and is in room.” Oh… I wanted to be there before her, as I wanted to prepare something. Ok, I know how to make things done, it won’t be a problem for me.
This hotel is not a usual hotel. There just are few rooms. Main area is built by single cabins, all placed around a big swimming lake. The houses all are having their own theme. I booked cabin-style. I thought, this is the right one for short summer vacances.
I knocked and waited some seconds. No answer. Probably she is outside? Used my key card, opened the door and went in. Looked around…
The walls are made of wood. In the middle of the main wall a wonderful chimney, surrounded by a frame of stones. Oh. The hotel service already lighted a nice fire.
Some windows. And a big glass door is giving access straight to the lake. In the middle is a beautiful sofa, which also can be used as a bed for a 3rd person. Two more doors. One is obviously leading into the bathing room and the other one gives access to the bedroom. I hear some noises.Sounds… like water. Oh, she is taking a shower. Silent I go further, at least I don’t wanna scare her and open the door to the bedroom. In the front of one wall I see a big bed. Looking around, my eyes are growing bigger. On the bed are some of her dessous – mmmmm, I like what I see. Hot and sexy. She must have a wonderful body I think to myself and, much more, a very good taste. The wardrobe is open, too. Some of her dresses and other clothes are hanging inside. The dresses elegant, sporty and casual the other things.
“Hello Mr. Holiday”
My heart stopped!!! Blood rushing down to my feet, my neck hair lifting, my face is freezing. I am shocked. This voice – I know! “It cannot be! It cannot be!” A little voice is hammering in my head.
Slowly, very slowly, I turn around… my heart is beating that they have to hear it miles away, close before jumping out of my body…
I freeze. It’s not real. It must be a dream! This woman in front of me… NO! Impossible. Pinching myself. But no, I don’t wake up, I do not sleep. This woman, which is standing nude and with a lovely smile on her lips, is my wife!!!
“An… An… Andrea….” I scat. “Andrea? I don’t know this woman and it’s not my name. I am Mrs. Holiday.” She replies.
I don’t know what to say. It’s my wife, but obviously she is playing her role.
“You don’t look like a maid or somebody of the service. So you have to be Mr. Holiday, are you?” Still confused I try to find the right words. Damned, I think to myself. What is going on? Thousand different thoughts are turning in my head. How did she know your idea? Why didn’t you recognize, you are writing emails, flirting too, with your own wife? Why didn’t she say anything last days? What is she going to do?“Mr. Holiday?” Her voice is bringing me back to life. “Is something wrong? Don’t you like my look? Or aren’t you able to speech? You never mentioned that. Do you wanna spend all time here, just standing and starring to me or are you as hungry as I am? I thought, we can go for dinner.”
“An And Andrea, I mean, Mrs. Holiday… nice to meet you. Of course we can go out for dinner.” All my power is lost. Still not able to think clearly I try to win time. “Please, let me take a shower and change my clothes first.”
“Ok, I will wait for you at the lake.” She doesn’t really talk, it sounds more like sweet whistling. She puts a small panty out of her suitcase, slowly dresses it and also a breezy, short jumper.I fast go to bathroom. What have you done? I ask myself. Logan, what are you going to do now? After all there is just one answer! She decided to spend these days together with you. She is playing her role – that means, now it’s your turn. Go and play your role. Go and be Mr. Holiday.
I hurry to shower, dress myself and go out to lake. She is standing near the water, I can see her great figure, the sun shining down to her, surrounding her with a wonderful shiny light.
Silently I go to her “Mrs. Holiday, are you hungry?” She turns, for this moment our faces are so close, we can kiss without moving closer and I want it so badly. But she just replies “Oh yes, I am.” She offers me her lovely smile, which I didn’t recognize last years. Probably I didn’t notice it during daily routine.
Side by side we walk along the lake, spotting the area, looking here and there. Again it’s she breaking the silent. “When I read your advert at once I was hooked. How did you get this idea?” She is teasing me! She definitely knows, I’m unable to give the right answer. What shall I say? “I was dissatisfied with my life, though there is actually no reason for it. But anyhow, I hope, if I just once take the chance and break out for just a weekend, I recognize my life is really great and I enjoy it. Then one day, I was listening to a song on the radio. In this song a man is breaking out just for a weekend and after, he again is happy with his life, noticing he is having everything he needs. So I got this idea.” She suddenly stops and looks deep into my eyes. “Well, Logan..ehm.. I mean Mr. Holiday, you had a very good idea.”
At once she turns her head and starts to walk on. I smile. For one second she lost her mask. And her look into my eyes was more then just a look! She tried to find out, if I am telling the truth. The way she answered showed me, she belives everything I said. She knows I tell the truth – and she is glad.
After few minutes we arrive at the restaurant. The waiter places us to a table in a corner. As summer vacancies almost have gone, the hotel is not crowded. Also this restaurant is just visited by some people.
Usually I know how to do small-talk. But what do you talk about with your own wife, when both are playing a role? I decide to be straight and kind same time – and start to flirt. My eyes walk over her body. Very slowly. She notices it, but doesn’t say a word. She is rather small and I remember, when we first met, she awoke my protective instinct. Of course I know her age, but she is looking much younger. Though she gave this world two wonderful children, her body still is top in shape. As our eyes are meeting again, I tell her I see two wonderful natural coloured brown eyes, saluting for her nice figure and legs, praising her for this long blond-brown hair. As I also say, I like her lovely face and that she doesn’t need makeup (which she is using very spare, just some lipstick on her lips and some makeup on her eyebrows, she is melting. Accepting (and also enjoying my words as I notice) my advance, she engages herself to this game.The mood is rising and I do the next step. Taking her hand, starting to fondle it, I wait for her reaction. She doesn’t pull back, so I know I may go on. Lifting her hand, pulling to my mouth I start to kiss each single finger. As we’re sitting round the corner, her legs are close to mine. My other hand is moving to her leg and I fondle her thigh, outside first… she is opening her legs and I take the chance to fondle her inner thigh, slowly moving higher…
The waiter is arriving, serving our meals. He is smiling. Probably he has seen what we are doing. Of course he is much too discrete to say something. Even if he would – it doesn’t matter to us.
We start to eat, but though we are hungry, it’s more picking then eating. Yes, we are hungry, but it’s not food we want. Our eyes are less on the dish – no they are talking – telling without speaking, giving unique signs. Mrs. Holiday wants me. And I, Mr. Holiday long for her.We can’t resist any longer. Our faces come together. Putting my hand on her neck drawing it so slowly now close to me. Our lips opened, our tongues meet and we canoodle…
I detect her fresh, easily sweetish smell and her fresh breath. Our tongues tenderly more wildly struggle with each other. I`m gently sucking her lower lip, she is tenderly biting into mine.
Explosions of lust are in my head. I kiss my own wife, but it seems, I never kissed a girl before. It’s like our first kiss – no, it’s much better then our first kiss. This is not just a kiss. This is THE KISS!
I don’t know how much time passed during our kiss. Seconds? Hours? No matter. But each kiss has to end sometime. Even this one. We look deep into our eyes, smiling, as she says “Excuse me” and gets up.
I keep sitting, but my eyes are following her. She must know it. The way she is walking and moving her hips is just for me. She knows the effect to me…
After four minutes she comes back. As she is sitting at the table, she offers me a wonderful smile. Then she takes my hand, is putting something inside and closes my fingers.
What is it? I don’t know, just feel some thin, moist fabric.
I open my hand, look at it – and my eyes are growing. She put her thin white G-string in my hand and it’s so wet! My cock, just calmed down because of this short break, again is rising at once. Oh god. I cannot breathe. My mouth, my lips, my throat – everything is dry. Coughing I take a glass of water. Need something to drink and also to cool down a bit. If I could, I would make love to his hot woman, here and now… I also wanna smell her panties, hold them against my noise and breathe deep…But all this isn’t possible yet. It would be too obviously!
I look at her. She is winking. Quietly, with excitement in her voice, she is whispering “Look what you have done to me.”
I take her hand and place it to my pants. She feels my hard cock. All this happens as we still are looking to each other eyes. Her beautiful eyes are flashing, her whole face is smiling. She is moving her hand above my pants, digging my hard cock through it and slowly rubbing it… I close my eyes and have to bit on my lips or I will moan loud.
“Honey” I start to talk, “look what you have done to me. If we stay here for another minute, I can’t promise to stay a gentleman! Either I will cum in my panties or I will take you right here on the table, letting out all my pent-up lust and passion for you. Honey, I will fuck you as it will be my last time and it does not matter, if there are other people around!”She is cawing. “Honey, please, let’s go and then take me, I need you so much right now, I need you and your cock. Give me your love” she is begging.
We stand up. I take her hand and fast we are leaving the restaurant. We can feel eyes starring to our backs. As we almost reach the door, from the corner of my eye I see the waiter, standing with a big grin on his face. I also notice his thumbs up, as if he wants to compliment.
Soon after leaving we start to run, her hand still in mine. We reach the lake, run further til we come to nice place between some trees and a high hedge. In the middle of this place are a wooden bank and table. One look around and we know we are alone.The Travel Part II – LoverAt once I place her on the table and kiss her passionately. She is opening my zipper and unleashes the beast. I pull down her spaghetti straps, press her body to the table and knead her breast, as I also start to lick her nipple at once. She is moaning, I hear her gasping “ooh yesss yess honey”. As she is bending her body, she offers me her tits, begging me to suck. That’s not necessary. I love to do it and I’m doing it right now. Knealing and squeezing her breast I carefully bite her nipple first, then I greedy suck it. My swollen cock is knocking at her pussy as she crosses her legs behind me.
“Please fuck me, fuck me finally” she is gasping. Now there is no return. Neither twelve horses nor the apocalypse could stop me now. Stopping sucking and kneading her breasts I look to her, our mouths opened, our eyes full of desire and lust.
I move my hips against hers and my hard cock sticks inside without any resistance. She is so wet and ready for me, we booth want and need it so badly.
Both are screaming as I’m inside her. “More, more, more” she is cheering me and “yes, yes, yes” as I’m giving her more. More passion, more lust, more fucking. Faster, deeper, harder. My cock is hammering her pussy. Her moaning gets louder, she is breathing in same rhythm I’m taking her, moving my cock forth and back inside her hot and wet pussy. Feeling her tight pussy is squeezing my dick is sending little surges all through my body. I feel I’m close to cum and so she is.Two hot bodies are melting in ecstasy. All the passion that has been buried for so long is coming out. We are a burning mountain and now we are going to explode.
I feel her body shaking, she is stretching her muscles while my cock is expanding, shrugging as my love juice is looking for a way out.
We both are cumming same time… moaning, gasping, screaming “oh god…” and “aaaaaa”
We release enough energy to make a rocket fly to the moon.
Her nails are scratching my back as I’m pumping more and more cream straight into her running pussy…
A cocktail of her juice and my cream is running out of her, leaving thin lines on the way to her ass, dropping down the table.
As I’m able to open my eyes, I see her endless happy. I laugh and so she does. “Honey, that was unbelievable” she says. “I never believed I could have sex in public but I forgot everything.” “Darling, you are so wonderful and there is just one lady I wanna have forever. I love you!” I reply. “Please, kiss me.”
We fall into a long lovely kiss. “Let’s go back to room, before we are discovered” she is whispering. “Yeah, we will go back now, but just for one reason: There is so much more I wanna give to you” I answer, showing a dirty smile on my face.
Arm in arm we walk to our apartment. Our faces are so red, our bodies full of sweat but we still are excited. Both know, this has just been foreplay. It was wild, animalistic sex – absolute fantastic and needed. But I also wanna kiss her whole body, discover it for the first time since many years, coddle her, kiss and fondle every cell of her wonderful body.
The night is falling down as we are back to our apartment. Bright stars guided us on our way and the moon threw a wonderful light to us.
“SSSSSSSSS” The key card opens the door. “SSSSSSSSSS” is exactly how I am feeling. My bones are singing, sending out good vibrations all through my body. We enter and close the door behind us. “Clack”. Just a small door is closed now, but it seems we leave an old world behind us. We just entered our apartment, but actually we enter a whole new life. It’s the beginning of a better life, a happy new life.“Honey, please let me take a shower first” she says. Without waiting for my answer she puts of her dress, let it fall down to the floor and disappears from my sight. I think about following her, but I decide to stay in room. My eyes look around, finding a bottle of champagne. I open it and fill two glasses, putting them onto the bedside unit. “I’m ready, now it’s your turn” I hear her singing voice. Rushing under the shower, cleaning an drying myself in seconds, I don’t wanna loose time to get back to my love.
When I enter the bedroom, my breath is stopping! She is lying on the bed. No, she is presenting herself in a red shelf bra, a tiny red panty and long red stockings on her sexy legs.
“Do you like what you see?” she is asking with a teasing tongue-in-cheek. Of course she knows the answer. “No!” I answer. Her eyes are dilating. “Mrs. Holiday, it’s the nicest and hottest present I ever have seen!” She smiles. “Then come and unpack your gift.”
I, already naked as I didn’t dress anything after shower, slowly move to bed without taking my eyes off of her beautiful body.
Placing myself beside her we engross in a long kiss. Tasting our lips, opening them, our tongues meet and start a lovely dance. After some time we stop and open our eyes. Smiling, enjoying the kiss and looking forward to what happens next.
I nibble her upper lips before I kiss her cheek, moving on to her left eye, which gets a soft kiss and then I return to her lips, which still are open. My tongue goes inside her mouth and again we are smooching. I fondle her face, while she is stroking my back.
In slow motion my hand is grazing down her face, above her neck, until I reach her right breast. Very gentle I touch it, move around in small circles. Her nipples are growing under my touches and for a short moment she stops kissing as she is gasping.Rubbing her nipple with just one finger is making her begging for more. She puts both of her hands to my head and pushes me lower. My lips leave a trace on her skin, as I’m kissing her neck while I’m putting her nipple between thumb and first finger, twirling and turning it.
As my mouth is reaching her breast, she is lifting her body a bit, offering her sweet breasts to me. Gentle kneading her breast I start to lick her nipple. She is moaning and pressing my head against her breast. She wants more and I wanna give her more. So I squeeze her boob, place my mouth above her nipple and suck it inside. Oh dear, I love to play with these wonderful breasts, they are exactly as I like it.
Carefully I bite her nipple inside of my mouth. She loves and enjoys it, I can feel it because of her reaction. After a while I release her nipple and move over to the other one. Before I reach, I squeeze both boobs, press them together and lick her bosom – this wonderful place right between both lovely friends of mine. Andrea is moaning, lifting her body offering me her bosom. I lick up and down this place, her skin is moist because of her emotions. Her sweat is tasty but I want more. Gentle licking above her breast, reaching her nipple that gets sucked at once. Rubbing my teeth above it, tipping it with my tongue, slowly blowing above it…
As I slide down, my tongue is following my body. Her body is covered with goose-pimples.
Her navel. I remember she is very tickly – so I’m tickling her with my tongue inside her navel… this time her reaction is bit different – her body is shaking as if she is laughing, but her sounds are more as if she is excited, needing it.
Just few seconds later she is putting her hands to my head, softly but authoritative she is pushing me lower. She wants my tongue at her danger zone. This is obviously. And yes, I want her pussy now.
I slide lower, though I don’t forget to kiss each cell of her warm skin on my way down.
She is completely relaxed. This is not same Andrea. It’s not my wife, who just accepted some fast sex every few weeks. No, this is the girl I fell in love when we enjoyed ourselves almost each day in the beginning.My soft lips wander above her mons, reaching a thin line of black hair. Licking left and right beside her hair before I move on to her clit. But I just offer a short touch with the top of my tongue. Her clit has to wait. First I wanna make her wet, wanna taste her delicious juice.
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She is moaning louder as she feels my tongue licking her slit – gentle and full of love. A few times I lick her slit from her entrance up to her clit, always stopping right in front of these both points.
I’m slowly licking her outside and inside pussy lips, with broad, flat strokes of my tongue. Move to lick around the inside of her pussy, before I enter her, using my stiffed tongue like a cock, sticking it in and out of the hole.
Lick around the bottom of her pussy and her perineum. Her right leg spread away, her left leg holding up, she is moaning and gasping as I start to lick her faster. She is kneading her breast while she is curling, enjoying my action.
She is opening her pussy for me, between her gasping and moaning I hear “oooh yes” and “hmmmm so good”.
Once more I enter her love tunnel, diving deep inside, enjoying her moist pussy. Oh god, I almost forgot how taste my girl is. Leaving her tight tunnel, again licking her slit up to her clit. Kissing it, then my tongue is starting to massage her hot button. To boost her emotions I stick two fingers inside her pussy, moving them forth and back.
I feel she is soon before cumming. As I notice this, I press my tongue hard on her clit, increasing pressure and simultaneously fingering her faster.
It’s too much for my love. She is cumming with a loud “aaaaaahhhhh”… as loud as she never screamed before. Her whole body is trembling, she twitches and turns. Intense waves are running through her body.
Still fingering and rubbing her clit I notice, her orgasm abates. As this is happening, I also decrease my pressure and stop my finger action. When I feel she needs to calm down, I gentle kiss her pussy, licking her tasty love fluids, wanna have each single drop.“Oh my god, it was unbelievable! Thanks my dear.” Andreas is speaking, still her voice is vibrating.
I come up to kiss her. We share a long and lovely kiss. One minute later she finishes the kiss, whispering “It’s your turn darling.” She rolls up and slides down. Without any hesitation she kisses my bell-end and strokes my whole cock. So good. How long have I been waiting for this? I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
Frequently she is looking to my eyes when she is robbing my cock. She is making me crazy and I love it. Suddenly a big grin appears on her beautiful face. Opening her mouth, putting it over my cock and soon it disappears in her mouth. Oh my god.
Now she is kissing my head first, then licking the top of it, going down the top of the shaft down to the root. She savours the taste of it, loving it as her tongue explores the shaft. Putting her lips around it, soon after her tongue is flickering against the head and down to my fermium. Andrea tastes my salty pre-cum. She occasionally takes my cock from her mouth, rubs the back of the shaft against her cheeks and then begins to work the balls, too. She is cupping them, she is caressing them.
My love is frequently switching between jerking my little friend and sucking it, all the way to the root. She easily fits him inside her mouth. God, great… I’m moaning, feeling like I am in heaven. My fingers are running through her long hair. This blowjob is perfect. And it’s her passion which makes it so wonderful. She doesn’t do it as she thinks she has to do – no, she does it because she wants it. And yes, I want it, too. But I can’t take it very long. I don’t wanna cum – I wanna make love to her – now!
Pulling her up to me, giving her another long kiss while I fondle and knead her sexy butt. We open our eyes, looking without saying any word, we smile.As I turn her onto her back she knows about my plan. At once she spreads her legs and pulls me into her. My cock slips inside without resistance. Her pussy is tight but still very wet.
We are making love. My cock moves forth and back as my fingers did before. The room is filled with desire and love. Andrea enjoys every thrust I do. Deeper and deeper I push my cock inside, feeling the walls of her love tunnel each time I’m moving back. She is lifting her hips, pushing it against me. I picked up the pace to match her rhythm.
One minute later she opened her eyes. “Honey….? Please, go on!” I had stopped my actions and my cock has left her. I show a dirty smile. Then my cock is rubbing her pussy. She is moaning. Just as she is taking a deep breath I push my cock inside. One fast and strong thrust. She screams. I pull out and repeat – fast and strong inside her pussy. Once more. Anew. And again. “Oooohhh soo good” I hear her gasping. I bend down and we are canoodling. Andrea pulls her knees up and spreads them. I’m so deep inside her, increasing my speed.My angel is at the point of no return. I feel it. Her body is squirming, she stopped kissing and is screaming “yes…yes…yess oooohh” This is too much. I also can’t stop now, my cock is seems to burst as I shoot my cream straight into her love tunnel. With every thrust I pump my load deep inside. “Aaaaaahhh “ I’m moaning . It feels, that every twitch is bringing me closer to heaven. Stars are exploding in my head. I can’t think anymore, all my senses are turned off. There are just Andrea and me. Her pussy is milking my cock off. She wants everything and I’m willing to give.
At least I roll beside her. We smile, as we are breathing, calming down. We share one more long kiss, while we’re hugging. As this kiss finish, she asks “Mr. Holiday, can we repeat this date soon?” I laugh. “Of course Mrs. Holiday. We will repeat this frequently.” Looking deep into her eyes “I love you Andrea!” “Oh darling, I also love you” she whispers.
SECRET SUMMER TRYST – BrandybeeI stand and gaze at the picturesque view before me. The sun slowly sinking causing a sensuous hazy orange sky and the reflection in the lake like a mirror. Certainly a beautiful summer evening as the water gently ripples in the soft warm breeze.
Lost in thought, an eye mask in one hand & my mobile in the other.. I wait..My thoughts drift back to the reason I am standing here. My long hair freshly washed, hanging loose down my back with my grey and beige mosaic lacy mini dress clinging to my womanly curves. I smile. I know he likes this dress, bra-less & barelegged. A feeling of excited anticipation washes over me, thinking of my man, my secret lover.
We'd met online, years ago now – on Achat- and our relationship had blossomed into our “guilty pleasure” trysts. Every summer we would hire our log house in the mountains & he would drop by when he could.
My phone buzzed – a text – it was from him. ” BLINDFOLD. 5 MINS AWAY. PANTIES OFF “. My heart races a little & butterflies flutter in my lower tummy. A warm flush spreads through my body & pools in my feminie centre. He always has this effect on me. Senses on high alert, I slowly remove my panties enjoying the silky lace grazing my skin in their descent and the subsequent breeze caressing my bared flesh. I take a last look at the beautiful evening sky & lake before covering my eyes with the mask & I wait in blinded silent anticipation and excitement. Senses heightened ,the wind softly teases, playing havock with my sensitive nipples causing my breasts to peak & ache. The cool air, against my heated core, attempts to gently ruffle my trimmed, prepared pussy, and it entices sexual arousal. It excites and tantalises me more as time moves on, and I listen for his approach, anticipation building.He approaches from behind me, and I hear that sexy deep familiar voice of his, ” Did you miss me?” I drop my head a little and partially turn it his way and reply ” You know I did” He walks up behind me and whispers in my ear as his hands grab my hips and pulls me into him ” I missed you too” He nuzzles and smells my hair- fresh apple blossom tantalises his nostrils and then he moves it aside so he can kiss my neck and shoulders. He begins his seduction swirling his tongue as he tastes and traces my skin. I moan gently moving my head so he has all the access he needs. He slowly inches my dress up & I feel his crotch grinding against my bared flesh. After a few enjoyable moments, I feel him move away and immediately miss his closeness.
He has stepped back to look at my naked buttocks seeing me exposed for him. I hear him mutter ” Good Girl” as he kneels & begins to knead and fondle them parting my cheeks to view my valley. He turns me round and I hear him groan as he sees my womanhood for the first time this year. ” Beautiful” he murmurs touching my labia, parting my folds before kissing me intimately. Feminine juices flood on to his tongue as my body reacts to his probing. After awhile of drinking my sweet nectar, he cups my enflamed sex and rubs gently as he stands and kisses my mouth. As he deepens his kiss, he pushes his finger inside me testing my wetness. Hes not disappointed. His hands roam over my body, exploring and finding my breasts and I moan as he squeezes gently.My hands explore the contours of his back & play with the hair at the nape of his neck. As his kiss ends, I kiss his face and gently lick and trace his eyebrows. ” Do you want me”? I ask, moving to his ear and whispering softly.
” You know I do”, he answers. I smile at his reply. Its always been amazing how much we want each other & the “You know..” at the start of our answers had, somehow, become our trademark. He pulls the straps down on my shoulders and tugs my dress down revealing my breasts. He rubs them gently letting the nipples tease his sensitive inner palms and then kisses each one gently sucking the nipples to their fullest peak. He pushes down on my shoulders, silently telling me what he wants. The air on my wet nipples excites me more and sends delicious shivers down my body. I slowly descend down his body, brushing against him, and I kneel before him. He guides my hands to his bulging cock and I fondle him, squeezing him outside his trousers. Slowly I undo his button & unzip him, tugging his trousers down. He is commando too. I reach for his hardened cock and I hear his sharp intake of breath. Big and firm, I feel his length in my hand and wank him softly, my thumb grazing his little slit & spreading the leaking pre-cum over his smooth knob.
He moans as I take him in my mouth, enjoying his scent, enjoying his taste. My tongue teases his head rimming and suckling his opening before pushing into him and beginning the rhythm of tongue fucking, I know he likes. He moans as I move to tease & nibble & lick his length, trailing along his pulsating veins.I feel him stiffen and circle his hips slightly in pleasure.Feeling empowered and encouraged, I nuzzle, fondle and kiss his balls and undercarriage before returning to his throbbing rod. Taking him in my hand, I wank him as I suck & lubricate my finger making sure its very very wet. My wet finger finds his puckered anal star and I gently rim him as I take him fully in my mouth and begin a deep, head fucking, pleasurable routine, sucking in my cheeks to enhance the pressure on his cock.
” Touch yourself” , he commands. My free hand finds my wet labia, rubbing my lips gushing with feminine juices. I explore my folds and tease my swollen bud.Pleasurable sensations envelope my body causing me to whimper in ecstasy against his penis.My fingers are soon soaked & coated with wet, wanton, female lust. He holds my head and begins to thrust into my mouth, rocking in and out.My hands swap over, seeking & finding his special star. Simultaneously I push my finger into him to massage his prostrate gland, and still sucking his cock, I push my finger into my aching pussy . I feel him react, enjoying the pleasurable sensation as he strokes my hair. My body also responds.
Suddenly, he can take, no more. He pulls me to my feet & in one sweeping movement, he has turned me round, bent me over, and plunged his hard throbbing cock into my aching wanton pussy. My folds parting and taking him hungrily. We both groan at his sudden possession and he stills, feeling my heat and inner walls squeezing him, enjoying our union.He takes my hands & pulls me back, entering that little bit deeper and hitting my cervix. Joined deeply, he begins the age old dance of mating.
Slow at first, then faster as primitive lust takes over and our breathing quickens. Nothing else is important. We rock together, until eventually I feel him stiffen. Still fucking, and, without breaking the rhythm, he bends over me, groping my breasts and finding my clitoris, so swollen and ready for him. He rubs and within seconds, we both crash over the edge of ultimate sexual pleasure. Bodies glistening in a film of beaded sweat, moaning, as wave after wave, of pleasure ripples throughout our bodies. Seed and juices flowing freely and intermingling.Our bodies jerking and spasming until an afterglow of calm is reached.
We still a few moments, enjoying the sated intimate moment before he pulls me up and hugs me from behind. I'm shaking and trembling a little from the power of my release. He gently removes my mask and whispers in my ear as he holds me “Beautiful sunset”. One arm on my breasts, the other on my lower tummy, we watch in contented, happy, peaceful silence, at one with nature. After a while, we begin to dress and straighten our clothing.
His phone buzzes in the silence & he reaches in his pocket to look.. ” NAKED, NOW, BED IN OUR LOG CABIN ” He chuckles & looks at me , ” You know we will ” …..
La Grand’ Terre Part I – TightFit74I felt her eyes burning on me as soon as I got out of the car and my feet landed on the scorched grass of the campsite. The small soccer field in front of the bar had gotten a beating from the burning sun in the south of France, the field more dirt as grass and the small patches left had turned to yellow straw. Unaware at that moment of what caused the itch on my cheek, I rubbed the sweat off my forehead and entered the reception building, warmly greeted by the owner of the campsite. She recognised me from the years before, the camping in France was my regular holiday adress in my pre-twenties. As always she assigned me to a spot in the youth’s corner, a narrow lane between tall trees at the back of the campsite, without a watertap or electricty. For a redused fee, all youths where corralled and monitored there.
I guess they thought it would be better to have all the young ones centered and keep an eye on us and since the lane looked the same each year, I guess they had a point. My own spot was still free, though internet and email did not exist yet, a group of friends kept in touch and more or less the same group of friends would come back to that campsite each year. It was still early in the morning when we arrived as my best friend and I left early the evening before and drove the 1100 kilometers in a single stretch. Just 3 stops to tank and switch sides and 10 hours later we reached our destination. He was excited, he had been writing letters to the cute french girl he met the year before, and she should be there waiting for him already.
I on the other hand, didn’t have anyone waiting for me, though the year before I met a girl and for the first time in my life kissed.She even let me fondle her, hidden in the shadows of the trees of the sandy beach along the river. There, between the rocks, under the star-filled sky, we crept into eachother’s arms, kissed endlessly and after a while she let me slide my hand into her panties and touch her sex. I was overwhelmed, had no clue what to do but was immediatly drawn to the warm, scented wetness I found hidden between her thighs. Though she never touched me and soon pushed my hands away after sultry, seductive moans in my ear, she had been on my thoughts ever since. And even after receiving a letter she had met a french boy at school and she was with him now, I didn’t give up hope she would be at the campsite again this year.
Slowly we drove the car through the narrow lanes and entered the one leading to “Camp Jenlain”. The name arose after a long night at the river, the campfire almost extinguished and a pile of beer bottles around us. Jenlain, the french amber beer tasted even amazing with a tepid temperature but after soaking for an hour or so in the river, it was perfect. Though attempts were made to temper the volume of our unpacking, within a few minutes the tents were zipped open and sleepy heads started to appear. The welcome rather cold, their sleep rudely interrupted, our holiday mates crawled out of their canvas ovens. By the way their faces looked, they slept less as a few hours. But after an invitation to the bar for coffee, sleep quickly faded and the mood got more cheerful.
It became almost too cheerful when a bottle of Pastis was ordered and small glasses were passed around. 2 hours later the bottle was empty and everyone passed out on the river bank while the sun was climbing to the highest point. After waking up, burned and lightheaded with the heat, I dove into the cool water and washed away the cloak of alcohol. With water dripping in my eyes, I noticed a slender figure, curly hair to her shoulder and her face turned to my direction. But the blurry view kept me from seeing the intense look of her eyes and I sat back on my towel, my back turned to her.
The early start set the tone for the rest of the day and after drying up in the sun, the group moved to the bar for an early beer. Dried out by the sun, my throat was coarse and the thought of a cool , foamy beer sounded too good to deny. Half way across the soccer pitch, I suddenly stopped in my pace. On the terrace of the bar, in the shade of a tree, sat the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. Slender frame, curly brown hair to her shoulders and warm, hazel eyes. As I noticed the color of her eyes from 30 meters away, I felt a familiar itch, my face brushed with her gaze, my eyes interlocking with hers as soon as they crossed paths. Then suddenly the eye contact was broken as I am grabbed by my shoulders and dragged to the bar, my friends eager to soften the dry throats the sun had caused. As soon as I found my balance again and looked back at the table, I saw her body disappear between the trees leading to the tents and caravans. With a sense of loss I looked after her, then turned and focussed on my friends again.
After the first, strange day, I fell back into the campsite rhythm that became so familiar over the years. Sleeping in until the sun melted me inside my tent, crawling out from under a sticky sheet, only to be met with the sizzling hot temperature of midday. After a slow breakfast and hanging around in camp Jenlain, the shades would lengthen and the beach called for me. With just a towel and shorts on, I’d walk the path to the river, turn left and find anyone that looked like a friend. The group would change constantly. Someone would leave, someone would come but all were friendly and in a holiday spirit, everyone was relaxed. When the shadows would start to lengthen and the first smells of dinner would drift over the site, we would go to the bar for an aperitif. Either Pastis or a fresh ‘pression’. When the first buzz had faded, we would return to camp Jenlain and hang around until it was time to cook.
Being the designated chef, I’d go out shopping with anyone that wanted to come and slave in the hot sun, just two small gas burners for use. I still managed to prepare quite nice meals and it was undisputed who controlled the ladle. After dinner and coffee, a visit to the washrooms was obligated to get ready for the night. The area in the south of France, the Ardeche, was littered with campsites and on a road stretching 5 miles, 6 were located within walking distance. As tradition demanded, each campsite would organise a dance night, each having their own day of the week. So as soon as the sky went dark, groups of young people would follow the discolights in distance like lemmings to a cliff.
After a few hours of dancing, usually the party stopped at midnight to allow the people on the campsite to get some sleep, we would assemble at camp Jenlain, grab beer, crisps and guitars and head to the beach. I would usually be ahead of the group and start the fire. With a hint of an arsenist running through my veins, I was one of a few that could actually light the campfire and performing that task was usually rewarded with kisses from the girls and beer passed to me whenever I emptied my bottle.
The first night on the river was all about reaffirming friendships, meeting new people that tagged along and enjoying the deep darkness of the region. Living in the west of holland, the night is never dark. Villages and cities within throwing distance, or else green house complexes lit with natrium lamps coloured the sky in a sheen of orange. But not here. The closest light was the North Star and the milkyway always seemed close enough to grab. That night fatigue hit me and within a couple of hours I was not able to stay at the fire for much longer. Stumbling over rocks and roots, intoxicated by alcohol and fatigue, I made my way towards camp Jenlain. As I felt an itch on my right cheek, I turned my head, caught my foot behind a root and landed on my face in the dirt of the path. Before I could get back to my feet and focus on the spot where I saw the silhouette of a slender frame against the lit opening of the washroom, the silhouette had disappeared and dazed I reached my tent. It took some time before I found the zipper and let myself fall inside, but as soon as my face hit the pillow I fell in a deep comatic sleep.
The next day the sweat collected on my skin, lets me drift out of my tent and with squinted eyes I try to get a look of the surroundings. The open spot between the tents is still empty, the sun not too high yet but already it is warm. When I find my glasses, i check my watch and see it is just past 10 am, it’ll be a good two hours before anyone else wakes up, when the sun reaches it’s highest point. I get my wallet and my cigarettes and make my way to the bar for café au lait and a spot on the terrace, a soft breeze and shadow promising at least some coolness.
I get the huge cup of coffee and a glass of water from the bar and nestle myself on one of the wooden seats outside. Still cloaked with a sleepy feeling, the toxics left by the alcohol sharpen the light in my eyes and make the veins on my forehead throb. A deep thumping headache starts to accumulate but settles slowly as I drink the water and have a first sip of hot coffee. My mind immediatly clears a little as the caffeine starts rushing through my veins and I am able to look up. As I glance up, her eyes immediatly interlock with mine. While I was stirring, she must have arrived at the bar, taking a seat 5 meters away from me and looking at me intensely.
I blush, not accustomed by such an intense look and I turn my head, looking over the soccer pitch in a desperate attempt to find one of my friends. She’s gorgeous, out of my league it feels and I am having great difficulties with handling the silent attention she pays to me. As I turn back and look at her face, her face is still turned my way, but sunglasses now block the view to her beautiful brown pools of color. I start to twitch in my seat, drinking my coffee faster as I should and choke on the last sip. Gasping for air I look at her again and see her raising her hand, hiding the smile that curls her lips. Flushed with embarrassement I get up and leave the terrace, only looking back as I walk into the trees lining the seperated camping spots. The feel of her eyes burning in my back as I flee, is confirmed as I look back and see her body and head turned my direction. From this distance I can’t see her smile clearly, but I am certain it is there.
As soon as I am out of sight, I hit myself in the head. ‘It’s pretty obvious that she’s interested in me, and she sat at another table to give me the chance to approach her. Dumb ass.. She’s perfect. Why do I have to be this shy?’ In a bad mood I return to the camp, to finally find some friends awake. Fortunately they are all still very sleepy so my mood isn’t noticed and before they can, my disappointment fades away. Half an hour later I see my best friend enter the small lane towards the camp, a springy step and a huge smile on his face betray what kind of a night he had. Without saying a word he lumps down in a seat besides me and hits me on my knee.
“Well? Any luck last night?”
“No, but there is this girl.. I think she likes me..”
“What are you waiting for?”
“I just made a huge ass of myself. I doubt she feels the same still”
“No worries, plenty of fish in the see. Have you seen that little cute blondy at the fire last night? Cendrine told me she was available”
“Not sure, I was too drunk to notice…”
The days after that pass without anything extrordinary happening, and I catch not even a glimpse of the girl. The embarrassement of the terrace fades away as we get closer tot he biggest day during this holiday, quatorze juillet, the national holiday. The closer the date nears, the more activities start in preparation for the big night. In camp Jenlain, the buzz about marquisette starts to become louder and louder and plans are made to make sure to have enough for the campfire that night. With a couple of french friends, we had been collecting wood for a couple of night and prepared a big stack of logs. It would be a huge fire that night and it was expected to be extra busy. Marquisette is a cocktail that is only prepared on the 14th of july, a concoction of wodka, rum, lemon juice and champagne, though they use crement in this region and especially on campsites. It tastes like lemonade but packs a mean punch and was our favorite holiday drink.
The day itself went accordingly. Waking up in the middle of the day, a lazy breakfast and a couple of hours spent on the beach. But everything was delayed and dragged out a few hours as it promised to be a long night. The washrooms were practically deserted by the time we arrived there and most of the guys were able to occupy connecting shower booths. Soap and towels were flung from booth to booth and the washroom was dripping with water by the time we were ready. When I got out of my booth, just wearingshorts, I felt the sharp sting of a towel whipped at me and as I turn around, my best friend flies out of the washroom. Without hesitating I run after him, dashing through the opening. As I take the corner, at the very last moment I notice a figure in front of me and as I try to prevent a head-on collision, my feet slip and I skid across the dirt, ending my slide at the feet of a girl. As I look up, I see her warm, hazel eyes interlock with mine, her hand covering her face, a startled but amused expression just visible behind her slender fingers.
I get up and mumble an apologee in my best french, then I look at myself. My skin, still moist from the shower, is now covered with dust and I look like I worked in a coal mine. My cheeks immediatly start burning as I hear her giggle and feel her eyes looking me over. Without making eyecontact, I turn on my heels and flee into the washrooms again. ‘Damned, another jackass moment’. I look at myself in the mirror and know I need another shower. But my shorts are covered in dirt and there’s now way I can wear them again after my shower. So with a deep sigh, I step out of the washroom, pass the girl that is still standing there, and get a new pair of shorts from my tent. When I return, she’s gone and in peace I finish my shower.
Clouds of cologne and adrenaline waft behind the group as we make our way to the bar. The sky has gone dark and the terrace is lighted up with colored disco lights. It’s packed and we serpentine our way through the crowd to get a first drink. At the bar we meet up with a group of french friends who have started their celebration early with barbecues and lots of pastis and soon everyone is raising a glass. Toasts are made on the french republic, the dutch-french connection and ofcourse the glory of the campsite is celebrated. My hand slides over my cheek as I feel a familiar itch and I look around. In the mesh of arms, legs and torso’s her eyes stand out as if she’s the only green tree in the dessert. As soon as our looks overlap, my eyes are drawn to hers and interlock. Only to be torn away as someone bumps into her and pushes her out of sight.
La Grand’ Terre Part II – TightFit74The sense of loss is intenser, almost a stinging pain in my chest as she disappears from sight. My best friend notices my look and slaps me on the shoulder, bumping his beer into mine. I grin at him and we empty our glasses in a single gulp, burp and with shouting the word “goufion”, force the whole group of friends to form the ‘loser’ sign. The last one forming the sign, empties his glass without complaints. The rules of the game followed strictly, for the desire to be dumped in the river fully dressed at night in a drunken state is extremely low. After spending an hour or so, we slowly start to move in little groups to the next campsite, to stock up on the champagne cocktail for the night at the campfire. At the next bar, the mood is cheerful, people are dancing and fireworks are fired.
The evening quickly turns to night and soon the terrace starts to empty, people singing and waddling back to their caravans and tents. The path to our own campite is dark and only a few have brought torches. But after a slow stroll, we all reach the beach and walk towards the campfire. The first signs of a fire are already licking the logs and soon the circle of people is painted with licking and flickering flames of oranges and reds. The sky is exceptionally clear and the full moon is hovering over the mountain across the river like a white, ominous disk. It’s busy around the fire, more people as usually came and a lot of young faces can be seen amongst familiar onesl. As soon as I find a spot, the faces become clearer and recognisable and my eyes start to go around the circle to find the hazel eyes I’m looking for. But I can’t find them, nor can I feel the tickle on my cheek.
After an hour or so, the circle starts to become smaller and people start to move closer together around the fire. My guitar is pushed in my hands and my best friend lumps onto the sand next to me. The smile on his face betrays what he’s been doing for the past few hours and he is extremely cheerful. As soon as we have tuned in on eachother, we start playing the song that is usually requested most. As soon as the first notes of ‘Hotel California’ cascade over the river, I feel someone sit down next to me, an arm brushing my thigh, the warmth of a body washing over my side. When I look to my left, my pick slips from my fingers and I miss the bridge in the song. My hands fall idle as soon as her eyes interlock with mine and it is as if I’m looking through a tunnel, her eyes the bright light at the end of it. She smiles, the curl of her lip lighting up her delicate face, giving it an inner glow that overwhelms me.
“Allez, jouer..”
She leans in, her lips almost touching my ear as she whispers her words, her voice sweet as honey. A shiver runs down my spine and for a moment I am frozen. But then I smile shyly, find my pick and start strumming the strings of my guitar, relieved and worried with the broken eyecontact. I get a wink of my best friend as I pick up the rhythm and tune of the song, having started playing “smells like teen spirit”. With the comforting pressure of her slender frame leaning against my body, inspiration flows through my veins and as my best friend plays the solo’s and basic rhythm, I add layers off rhythm and melody by dampening strings, adding riffs and quick changes of chords. After an hour of continuous playing, we finally lay down our guitars and get a big applause from the crowd. Beers are pressed into our hands, joints and champagne are offered and shoulders slapped.
When the crowd has settled down, I feel her hand suddenly slide over my thigh and I turn to her. Her eyes big and slightly moist, glistening in the light of the moon. Her teeth are whitened with the cold light of the moon, wreathed with soft, red lips, her tanned face blushing, envelloped by her curly brown hair. I answer her smile and gaze and slowly extend my hand out to her. She slips her fingers into mine and gently I squeeze, feeling the warmth of her palm, the soft grips of her fingers.
“Je m’appelle Daniel”
“Angelique”
As she smiles seductively, I start to panic. My mind is running in circles as I try to find a line, a sentence, something to keep the conversation going but before I can utter a word, she slowly gets up, pushing her skidded up summer dress down her thighs. She looks down on me, then extends her hand invitingly, already turning her back to the fire. As if I am hovering over the fire, detached from my body, I see myself get up and take her hand in mine, pulled forward into the dark of the night. She’s half a step in front of me and almost seems to hurry to our destination. Slowly, as the cheerful singing and noises from the campfire fade away, I am pulled back into myself again. My eyes are glued to her and I really don’t care where she takes me, just as long as she doesn’t let go. After a few minutes we reach a rockformation and as we walk around one of the offshoots, a small cove appears.
She stops, slowly turns towards me and takes my other hand in hers as well, stepping in and laying her torso against my chest. Her eyes are sparkling, warm, inviting and as she tilts her head, my face is pulled in until my lips touch hers. Our fingers entangle as our lips fuse together, her mouth opens slightly and I feel the tip of her tongue run over my lips from corner to corner. I open my mouth as well and meet her tongue, feeling it slowly curl and twist around mine in a slow, sensual dance. Her hands release mine and she slide her fingers over my ches and over my shoulderst. They meet behind at the nape of my neck and her arms tighten as she pushes her body against mine in a firm embrace.
Now knowing what to do with my hands, I place them on her hips, feeling them slide down to her buttocks without having any control over them. I grab her buttocks firmly and push her lower body into me, my actions automated, directed by the growing desire within me. Our kisses become increasingly more passionate and soon she devours my lips and tongue, writhing her chest and pelvis against me. Her dress now moved up over her hips, her naked mounds in my hands, fingers sliding down the crevass, traing the soft fabric of her thong. She lets go off my neck, breaks the kiss and takes the hem of her tight dress in her hands. As she steps away from me, she takes it off in a fluent motion and lets it drop to her feet, sensually swaying her upper body as she exposes her slender frame and her small, perky breasts. Seeing my eyes drift over her body, soaking up every detail like a sapunge, she steps in closer and grabs my shirt.
Eagerly I let her take off my shirt, then gasp for air as I feel her fingers slip into the waistband of my pants. Her nimble fingers unbutton, unzip, then pull down my pants, my desire showing in a big bulge in my superman underpants. I blush as she lets her hand slide over my erection, then moan as she pulls my underpants down and lets my member jump free. She slides down to her knees, helping me step out of them, then slowly starts kissing up my legs. Her tongue curls and twists over my skin, leaving a shiny trail behind, caught in the light of the moon. She looks up to me as her lips touch the base of my member and as she assures herself of my undivided attention, she licks up the shaft then bluntly folds her lips around the head and pushes her face towards my pelvis.
“oohh, Angel… C’est.. c’est le premier fois..”
She lets my shaft slip from her mouth and smiles, her fingers folded around the base, the head resting against her cheek, leaving a spot of precum behind.
“Je sais..”
I almost faint as she pushes my shaft through her lips again and grazes the head against the roof of her head. I feel her take a deep breath, then push harder and the head slips into her throat. Her eyes demandingly looking into mine, her thumb and index finger folded tightly around the shaft, her free arm wrapped around my waist, pusing me hard against her. Her tongue swirls and slides around the shaft as her cheeks collapse, increasing the suction on my member. The veins start to throb underneath the skin as rushes of blood are pumped into the bloodvessels, her throat moving as she swallows the head, my member reaching full erection in seconds. Then suddenly she releases, pulls her head back and slides my wet shaft from her mouth, gasping for air.
She smiles as she raises herself, takes my hands and places them on the straps of her thong, swaying her hips gently. Even in my subdued state, my experience blatently obvious, I get the hint and curl my fingers underneath the straps and slowly pull her panties down. The movements of her body gracious, fluent as she steps out of them, a blush colouring her cheeks as the little patch of hair crowning her sex, appears from underneath the white lacy fabric. She steps into my arms and our naked bodies meet, my member pressing into her stomach, the top of her head just reaching my nose. My hands rest on her buttocks as I lean in to kiss her, answering the calling pout of her lips. Mesmerised I look into her eyes, completely under her direction and gallantly I answer her nudges and lay down on the sand, feeling her body move with me, straddling me with her thighs as she sits down on me.
I feel the heat emitting from her sex as her body connects with mine, the touch of her skin intensifying the sensuality of the moment. She leans in and I feel her hard nipples drag over my chest, followed by the soft, warm pressure of her breasts as she lays down on top of me. Her body moves up slightly to let our lips fuse together and her sex drag over my shaft, the first droplets of her desire spread out over the skin of my member. She moans into my mouth and I feel her body tremble in my arms, her hips moving down, circling gently, repeating the slow drag of her sex over and over again. My hands are restless, dragging, sliding, moving over her body, grabbing her buttocks, pushing her into me, touching her sides, her breasts, my desire seeking a way to express itself.
Her lips start to move over my cheek, along my neck downwards, kissing my collar bones before moving back up and ending at my ear. My mind draws a blank as she slides her tongue through the shell, the soft, wet sounds of her mouth and tongue mixing in with her soft moans, forming an orgastic opera in my head. My conscious thinking is overrun with the desire those sounds awaken in me and I buck my hips into her in an uncontrolled move. A soft whimper is emitted from her throat, taken as an invitation and again I buck my hips into her, pushing my member against her heated entrance, grinding against her lips. Slowly they start to open, her nectar starts to coat my shaft and each push against her makes the slide slicker, smoother. Her moans become faster, her breaths shallower, the reaction of her body intenser as we move together.
She pushes her body up on her arms, then sits on top of me with her back straight, her hands slowly moving over my chest and stomach, sliding lower towards my pelvis. The soft swirls and circles move down further as she raises her lower body and detaches herself from me, a rush of cool air washed over my shaft, making it twitch on impuls. She takes my member in her hand as she lifts her body up further, then rubs the tip over her clit and pushes it between her lips. Her eyes are closed and her bottom lips is clenched between her teeth as she pushes me further down, the head disappearing between her lips, pressed against her entrance. Then, teasingly slow, she lets me slide inside her tight sheath. Guiding me inside her with her hand until her fingers are caught between our bodies.
The feeling is almost unbareble, as if our bodies are one, skins melting, the seperation disappearing as she takes my virginty, burning an everlasting memory in my mind. Paralised I lay beneath her, overwhelmed with the intensity of the desire inside me, the immense intimacy of the moment. Unable to react to her moving body as she slowly circles her hips on my pelvis. The scent of her desire wash over my nostrils as a soft breeze brings it to my nose, immersing me even deeper in the moment, rushing me towards the threshold of bliss. She starts to move faster, noticing my growing desire, pushing her body back as far as she can, envelloping me with her heat and wetness. Wet sounds start to echo off the rockface as she starts to ride me, claiming me as hers, her moans urgent now, her body on fire.
Her moves frantic, finally met with mine, bodies slapping together as we both are claimed by lust. My member pumped, clenched, grabbed by her sex, her buttocks slapping against my thighs with each thrust. Breaths forced through clenched lips, the sand underneath us disturbed, formed into a hollow by the movements of our bodies. Then breaths become quicker, bodies tense up and a soft yelp is accompanied with a loud grunt. In a rush of heat I explode underneath her, wrap my arms tight around her body in a crushing embrace as my semen jets into her tight channel. Her finger nails scratch my back and neck as she starts to convulse on top of me, muffling her cry outs of pleasure against my chest, letting herself be overrun by the intenseness of her climax. Irregular jolts of electricity are racing through my legs and torso as the waves of my orgasm fade into ripples, pushing into her in irratic thrusts. As she regains her breath, her head slowly moves and I feel her hazel eyes interlock with mine. She crawls up my body and kisses me slow, passionate, satisfied, before she burries her head in the hollow of my neck.
“Angel… je t’aime..”
A Siren’s Song Part I – CovemsThe story you are about to read is true… well… okay… mostly true… um… alright… I made a lot of it up. Some names have been omitted to protect the guilty.
Ahhhh… summer vacation. Days off without worrying about working… free days… good days. I booked my vacation in that fantasyland known as AChat. I was going to spend a few days strolling the streets, taking in the sites and perhaps even meeting some interesting people. I was hoping to have a week of debauchery and pleasure, but I had no idea what to expect. AChat was going to be a new experience and my hopes for excitement were high.
The first day went by without too much interaction with others. I spent most of the day just looking (actually, gawking would be a better word) at the many people who made up the world of AChat. Some were very attractive, and some were not so attractive. I saw a lot of the sites that most of the tourists like myself visited. Starting at the beach with the grass roofed huts, and made my way through the streets of that amazing land, past the building that looked like it was made of cloth, and past the starry building and also the one with the heart on it. They were very pretty to look at, and there were others, too. A view of the city below, automobiles, all amazing backgrounds behind even more amazing characters.
Finally, I ended up at the beach again, and was staring out at the huts. That's when I heard it. It was a whisper of a song. Somewhere, a woman was singing. It was very, very faint, it seemed to be drifting along on the wind. I couldn't get it out of my mind, and began to listen in earnest as the song appeared to be increasing in volume. I moved off of the beach and tried to follow it. I started going faster and faster as the song got louder and louder. I was sure I was going in the right direction, following along after that beautiful singing.
It led me to a strange looking building that had a 2nd floor balcony that was cantilevered over the street. There was an open doorway in the middle of the building that had a stairway that led up to the second floor. That was where the singing was coming from. Building up some courage, I convinced myself to climb the steps and find the source of that beautiful singing. When I reached the top of the stairs the singing suddenly stopped and I found myself in a hallway that led to a window but on either side of the hall near the stairs were doors. The door on the right side was painted blue and had a sign on it that read “Boy”, while the sign attached to the pink
door on the left side of the hall read “Girl”.I approached the pink door, took a deep breath and knocked on it. I heard a crash come from the other side of the door and the sound of heavy footsteps. The doorknob jiggled a moment and then began to turn. The door opened and I was standing in front of what seemed to be a human male, only his eyes did not appear to have life behind them.
“Hello.” I said.
“Hi Baby!” He said.
“I think I have the wrong room.” I said to him.
“You little bitch!” Was his reply before the he slammed the door shut.
I thought to myself that if the pink door and the sign “Girl” had a male behind it, then it is only logical that the blue door and “Boy” would have a female. I turned around to face the blue door and knocked on it. I could hear the shuffling of feet, then the sound of the doorknob being turned and a small creek as the door began to open. It opened just far enough for a pretty face to look out at me. Again the eyes seemed to be lifeless. I started the conversation the same way as with the one across the hall.
“Hello.” I said.
“I am so horny…” Is what she said to me.
“Well, that's a good sign.” I said to no one in particular.
The door opened all the way and she said. “Come and fuck me!”
Now, I'm not one to rush into things. I usually like to take my time and assess each situation as it arises, but this time felt different, so I entered the room.
“Do you live here?” I asked the pretty woman with the lifeless eyes. She was dressed in a white, pullover top and red shorts. She also had on white stockings and white high heeled shoes. I could see the waistband of her white panties, which was above the waist of the shorts. She closed the door behind us.
“Hello Honey!” Was her reply.
“I said hello before, in the hallway.” I said to her.
“Hi Baby!” She said.
“This is weird.” I said out loud and turned to exit the room.
“Come and fuck me!” She said again. I noticed a sign on the inside of the closed door. It was in a frame and was attached to the door with a couple of screws. I glanced back at the woman, who was staring at nothing, and then turned back to read the sign.
“Welcome lonely traveller to the wonderful world of AChat's Robot Girl. Robot Girl is here for your enjoyment. She will interact with you and fulfill all of your desires. All you simply have to do is tell her what you want to do with her, and yes, even to her. There are some limits to her interactions, but we here at AChat believe that she will meet all of your needs. Please read through all the positions available to you, use them and enjoy your stay with Robot Girl.”
I started at the top of the pose options and choose “Slow Dance”. We instantly begin to dance to the soft music playing in the back ground. Having her in my arms, I could now feel the texture of her silicone skin. It's soft but has a coolness to it that reveals that she is indeed a mechanisim. There's a soft humming sound coming from her systems motor that I figured must be driving her motions. I can also feel the vibrations of her servos as her legs, hips and other body parts move.
“Can you converse, or do you just talk?” I asked.
“Come and fuck me!” Was her answer.
“Robot Girl sounds so formal.” I said, “I'm going to call you Eva. Ok?”
“Hello Honey!” She said.
“How many more expressions can you say, Eva?” I asked.
“You little bitch!” Was her reply.
I figured it would be better if I didn't say anything else for awhile, her language programming seemed to be limited. So I contented myself with dancing with Robot Girl, and feeling the servos whirring inside her, and started looking around the room. I saw a couch in the middle of the room, and next to it was a table that held a box of chocolates and a teddy bear. On the other side of the couch was another table which had an ice bucket on it and in the ice bucket was a bottle of champagne. In the far corner of the room was another table that had an old fashioned, dial telephone on it.
We had been dancing for about 5 minutes and I was running my hand along her back, feeling how the servos in her “spine” moved, when I noticed what seemed like a seam in her silicone skin. It was located just underneath the back bra strap. I followed it with my finger as it ran about four inches, and then made a turn upwards under the strap.
“What the heck is that?” I wondered aloud.
“Sorry, I'm only a silly robot. Please find a human partner to have more pleasure!” She said to me.
“Eva, do you have a panel back there?” I asked.
“Hi Baby!” She said.
“She must.” I thought to myself.
I decided to get her bra off and take a look. I said “Let's talk!” We're now sitting on the couch, the music is still playing softly in the background. I leaned back to look at her back, hoping to see the panel. It didn't help. I couldn't see the back of her from that position.
My next choice was “Lap Dance”. No good. Although she looked great swaying in front of me, that was all she would do. I had hoped that she would turn around, but it didn't happen.
I got up from the couch and re-read the sign on the door that listed the position choices. I returned to the swaying Robot Girl and said “Eva, Reverse Cowgirl”.
She said, “Come and fuck me!
In what seemed like a flash, the couch magically turned into a bed and I was lying on top of it on my back. Eva was on top with her back to me riding my now erect cock. Her “pussy” felt cool, but damp and I could feel the temperature increasing in her. The whirring and clicking sounds of the servos were barely audible, but I could still hear them. She also had a slight vibration to her that felt exciting. I looked at her back, but could not see any signs of the seam I had felt while dancing. I needed to get into a position where I could touch her back and feel for that seam again.
Thinking about the sign again, trying to remember the positions I said, “From Behind.” Again there was a flash and we were now standing. The bed returned to its couch form and now there was a long table that my Eva was leaning against, both her hands on it, while I was standing behind her giving it to her in a standing doggy style position. Once again, I could not get my hands on her back. I need another pose.
Suddenly I felt an urge swelling up inside me. We were moving back and forth together, in unison and it was feeling very, very good. Certain parts of me wanted to keep going like we were, to keep fucking in this way. My excitement level began to rise on its own. I began to ejaculate! Eva had gotten me so physically excited that I orgasmed into her.
Then she stood up and in a flash we were in the “Show Me What You Feel” pose.
“Eva?” I asked, wondering what had just happened.
“Hi Baby!” She said.
We were back to square one. I went to the door and read the instructions again. In a very fine print at the bottom it read. “One hour time limit per day”
“Eva,” I said, “I will be back tomorrow.”
“Hello Honey!” She said as I opened the door.
Stepping out into the dark hallway, I made my way to the stairs as I heard the door closing. I thought to myself that tomorrow I would find that panel and if possible, open it. I headed back to the AChat Hotel.
It was late in the afternoon, and I decided to walk back to the hotel instead of taking a taxi, as that would give me time to think about my experience with “Eva”. I was wondering if there was a way to reprogram Robot Girl, if that was an access panel that I had felt on her back. My imagination began to run wild with all the possibilities that were now presenting themselves. The traffic sped by me as I walked along on the sidewalk, as people were hurrying to whatever destinations they were going to. I thought it peculiar that the traffic was allowed to go so fast on the narrow streets.
Finally after about a 20 minute walk I arrived back at the hotel and went to the desk to get my room key. There was a pretty woman behind the counter who was dressed in AChat garments, I noticed her name tag and addressed her by her name.
“Hello Brandybee”, I said. “I need to get my room key.”
She asked me my name and after I told her she handed me the key to my room. “Is this your first time visiting this fantasyland called AChat?” She asked.
“Yes it is.” I replied.
“And how do you like it so far?” Brandybee asked.
“It's fascinating, but a bit strange.” I answered. “I heard a song on the wind, and followed it to an odd building.”
“Oh no.” She said with a look of concern on her face. “You didn't go into the building, did you?”
I told her, “Yes, I did. I met a couple of robots in their rooms.”
“You were with Robot Girl?” She asked, her voice rising a little as she spoke.
“I was.” I answered, feeling a bit embarrassed to admit it.
“I'll let you into a secret, come here”, she said, pulling me on the arm furtively and then whispered into my ear. “That Robot Girl is a whoring witch… a thorn in all the girl's backsides. She seems to have the knack of pulling all the guys in. Don't get under her spell.”
Then Brandybee stepped back a bit, put both her hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes. “A witch I tell you… beware of the Robot Girl and all of her charms. Please, take heed before it is too late, or you will soon learn the folly of your choice.”
I was a bit taken aback by all of this, and said, “I will be careful. Thank you for your warning.”
I took the key from her, then climbed the stairs and went to my room. Once inside I flopped on the bed with Brandybee's words running though my head, along with visions of Robot Girl's face. I felt exhausted, and began to drift off into a sleep. I swear I could hear “Eva's” wonderful singing on the wind.
A Siren’s Song Part II – CovemsI must have been completely worn out, because I slept through the night and awoke the next morning. It looked like another beautiful day in AChat was about to happen. The sun was shining brilliantly and it was already warm and pleasant. I had a shower and shaved before getting dressed and heading downstairs to the AChat restaurant. There was a different person behind the counter, which was unfortunate because I had a few questions for Brandybee. I had a fine meal in the restaurant then went down to the beach area again, near the grass roofed huts. I sat very still and concentrated on the breezes that were blowing trying to find “Eva’s” song again. I was there for about 30 minutes and did not hear anything except the birds chirping and the soft sound of the surf. I was just about to leave when I heard it. That soft, faint, beautiful song being sung. My “Eva” was awake.
I began to follow it again. It was easier the second time, as I was already familiar with some of the landmarks. I passed by a couple of attractive ladies in police uniforms, one a blonde with corporal stripes and the other was a brunette who was wearing sergeant stripes. They were pushing a pedal car up the hill we were on.
“Do you officers want a little help with that?” I asked.
They stopped pushing the car and stood to talk to me. “No, citizen.” The sergeant said, “We can manage this, but thank you for your offer.”
Just then an automobile sped by and the corporal shouted at the driver. “HEY YOU!! SLOW DOWN!!!”
I continued on my way, still following the sound of “Eva’s” singing. I reached the top of the hill and looked back at the two police officers. They were standing next to their pedal car and yelling at the vehicles that were speeding by them. Some of the drivers honked their horns at the two women, and it looked like the police officers were shaking their chests at the drivers. “Only in AChat.” I thought to myself as I started back down the hill.
I finally reached “Eva’s” building and skipped up the stairs and stopped in front of the blue door. I took a deep breath and knocked on it. I heard the sound of her shuffling feet again, then the door opened and I was once again face to face with Robot Girl.
“Eva?” I asked.
She said, “You little bitch!”
“Whoa,” I said, “I would have been here sooner if I knew you would be upset.”
“I’m so horny…” came her reply.
I entered the room and “Eva” shut the door behind me. I wanted to get right at her back and try to find that panel I thought was there. I looked over the posting on the door, hoping to find the pose that would put my hand on her back, there were little icons next to each pose that showed the positions we would be in.
“Kneeling Rider.” I said.
“Hello Honey!” Said Eva.
In a flash we were on the magic sofa bed. I was in a sitting position and she was on top of me with her back towards me. Her pussy felt moist and warmer than the day before and I wondered if there was someone with her before me. I dismissed those thoughts and began to concentrate on her back, looking for that seam I had felt the day before. Her bra is off now and I examined her back carefully but could not see any indication of a seam there. I needed to touch her, but in that position my hands were on the bed and I could not move them without lying back and moving further away. She felt really good on me and I was enjoying the sensations from her, but I really wanted to find that seam again.
Thinking about the posting on the door I tried to remember all the poses. Running them through my mind I thought of one and said, “Wheelbarrow.”
“Eva” answered with, “Hi Baby!” and in a flash I was standing between her legs, holding her by the waist. Her hands were on the bed, she was looking down at the bed and her legs were in the air, almost wrapped around me. I attempted to touch her back and found that I could!
I moved my hand up and down her back, feeling the cool silicone begin to warm from the friction. She was heating up nicely. Her pussy felt fantastic. I decided that the engineers of AChat knew what they were doing when they designed her, if she was designed by AChat. I thought briefly of Brandybee’s warnings, but quickly dismissed them as I used my finger to very gently feel along her back. Then I felt it! It was definitely a seam of some sort. I used my index finger to follow along it. It ran for about 5 inches (14 cm) across her back then made a turn up towards her “shoulder blades” for another 4 inches (10 cm) then back across for 5 inches again, then down the 3 inches to complete a rectangle. It was in the middle of the left side seam that her silicone felt different. It felt like a small depression was there. I pushed on it with my finger and heard a very faint click and when I lifted my finger the panel popped open slightly.
By now I was nearing the end of my hour. I could tell because she was working her magic on my genitals again. I could feel the beginnings of a climax. Very gently, I eased the panel open, trying to fight the sensations that were building inside me. The panel door rested against “Eva’s” back as the access was fully opened. I peered inside and saw a lot of wires and switches and also a small pocket that held a small booklet. I took the booklet out and dropped it on to the bed. I was no longer able to ignore the excitement that had built up inside me, and I felt myself beginning to ejaculate into her. In between spasms I managed to get her panel door swung closed then pressed on it and felt it click into the closed position. Then, as if by magic we were once again in the “Show Me What You Feel” pose, standing next to the sofa bed. I picked up the little booklet and slipped it into my pocket.
“Thank you, Eva. I had a wonderful time with you again.” I said to her.
She said, “Sorry, I’m only a silly robot. Please find a human partner to have more pleasure!”
And with that the door opened and I was back in the hallway. I pulled the booklet out of my pocket and examined it. It was instructions for booting and servicing my “Eva”. It included schematics of her inner workings and the wiring. I hurried back to the hotel to study the booklet so I could use my time the next day more efficiently.
After what seemed like a year, the next day finally arrived. I did the usual routine of washing and shaving then getting dressed. I had a bite to eat in the restaurant and dropped off my key at the front desk. Then I rushed off to “Eva’s” building. I knew where it was and did not wait to hear her song. I moved as if I had wings on my feet, and before long I was standing in front of her door. I took my deep breath and knocked on the door.
“Eva?” I asked in my usual manner.
“Fuck me!” Was her reply.
I stepped in and she closed the door. I immediately said “Wheelbarrow”.
“You little bitch!” She said before we were instantly transported in to that pose.
I knew what I was looking for now, and opened that panel as quickly as I could. I began to use my fingers and move a few switches, while trying to remember which switch controlled which function. They were color coded. Yellow for temperament, blue for speed, red for intensity. There was also a numbered dial that was supposed to be moved to the desired setting before the colored switches were set. I moved the temperament to its next to lowest setting, I increased the speed by two numbers, going from a 5 to 7. Then I set the intensity to the highest setting, a 10. Then reset all the switches and closed the panel.
We were still in the wheelbarrow pose and she was heating up nicely. Her speed had increased, I could feel her becoming softer, and I thought I heard her moan. It was working perfectly!!
“Against the wall.” I said.
“Hi Baby!” She said and then we were transported in a flash.
I now found myself behind her and she was leaning against the wall. I was deep inside, thrusting and pulsing. She was pushing back. Her demeanor had seemed to change, she seemed more alive, there was new look behind her eyes that didn’t seem so mechanical. I moved through my actions one by one, and to my amazement she was responding! She was able to access her actions and she was using them. I could feel myself falling for Robot Girl, for my “Eva”.
All of a sudden I could smell that unmistakable odor of overheating electronics. “Eva” spasmed once and I saw a wisp of grey smoke come from her left ear. I started to back off, to pull out of my “Eva”, when she suddenly pushed her ass back at me and took me in her anally. I tried to get away from her but she was too fast for me. Sparks flew from her nostrils and her anus clamped shut on my cock! Then there was one more spasm from her legs and all her movements stopped. The pain was excruciating. It felt like I was in a vice.
She began to lean to her right and I knew she was going to topple over. She must have a gyro inside her that helps hold her upright. Even though she was very heavy, I managed to keep her standing. I remembered that phone on the table in the corner of the room, which was just to our right. Very slowly I started moving “Eva” and myself along the wall towards the corner, every step was painful as we made our way there.
After what seemed like forever and still being in intense pain with her clamped on me I reached the phone. I picked up the receiver and prayed that there would be a dial tone. There was! I quickly dialed 0 for an operator and asked to be connected with the police department.
“Hello. You have reached the Nymphomania Sex Police Department. Please listen carefully to our menu.” Began the craziest phone menu I ever heard.
“If you would like to continue in Spanish, please press one”, it continued, “for German, please press two, for Russian, please press 3…”
The menu went on and on, going through language option after language option until finally it said, “for English, please press one hundred and twenty two…” I quickly pressed 122.
Then another message started. “For the crime lab, press 1, for the medical examiner, press 2.” This went on through every department, until the message said, “to speak with the desk, press 35.”
I quickly pressed 35, and after about 7 rings someone finally answered. “Hello. This is the NSPD, my name is Peggy.”
I started to explain what had happened to me and Robot Girl when Peggy asked me to stop for a moment, then she asked me to repeat what I had told her. I could hear the unmistakable click of being put on speakerphone, so I thought she was probably recording the message. There must have been a party or something going on there because I could hear a lot of laughing as I was explaining my situation. She was still giggling when she told me that there were two officers in my immediate area and she would send them right over.
It was just a few minutes until I heard a pounding on the door and a female voice say, “NSPD, open up.”
I shouted back, “Its open, please hurry.”
The door slammed opened with some force behind it and hit the wall behind it. I could see the two police officers I met earlier that day in the hallway. The blonde corporal entered first holding something that looked like a cross between a ray gun and a dildo.
“Well, well, well”, she said, “what have we here?”
They were giggling as they approached “Eva” and I and there was more giggling as they looked us over. I was completely naked, with my cock stuck in “Eva’s” ass while she had on only her stockings and shoes.
“Oh, it’s you again, citizen. I’m Sergeant Pafe, NSPD. How did this happen?” The sergeant asked.
“I attempted to reprogram the robot.” I answered.
“And how did that work out for you?” The corporal asked.
“As you can see, not too good.” I said. “Could you please do something to help get me free? There’s a booklet in my trouser pocket that came from her. There might be something in there that would help.”
“We could just pull.” The blonde said and gave a tug on my arms. I let out a wail from the pain that just intensified.
“Corporal Satoire,” the sergeant said, “Stop. You’ll pull the poor man’s dick off. We may want that later, you know, for evidence. Go get the booklet from his trousers.”
“Yeah.” She said with a grin, then she retrieved the booklet and they thumbed through it.
“Well,” the sergeant said, “there’s nothing in here that is going to help us. We better call someone in to assist us.”
She then used the telephone to call the AChat Fire Department, and the NSPD Crime Lab. Before long, there were about 50 people milling about in Robot Girl’s tiny apartment. They were all taking pictures and looking at my discomfort. After about 5 hours, with much effort and attempts, I was finally free from the ass of my “Eva”. They loaded me into a really small ambulance and I was taken to the NSPD medical department for further examination and treatment. The last I saw of my “Eva” that day she was lying face down in the corner of the room, with her arms in the same position she had while we were at the wall. It was a sad sight.
I spent the rest of my AChat vacation just touring the sights of AChat, feeling too embarrassed to speak with anyone. I was checking out of the AChat Hotel on my last day, and as luck would have it, Brandybee was working the desk.
“I should have taken your advice, Brandybee.” I said to her. “I’m sure you’ve heard about what happened with me and the robot.”
“I did hear about it, you poor man.” She said. “It was all over the news for several days. But take heart, you are now free of the clutches of that whoring witch. Not many who fall under her spell are so lucky.”
“I suppose that’s true.” I said. “I wonder how many others have followed that Siren’s Song she sings and not come back.”
“More than I care to think about.” Brandybee said, handing me my receipt. “Please come see us again.”
I thanked her for being so kind and picked up my luggage and headed out of the door of the AChat Hotel. A taxi was waiting to take me to the airport. The driver was putting my bags into the trunk as I opened the door to the back seat. I turned around to take one last look at the AChat Hotel and the surrounding area.
Another taxi had pulled up and was dropping off a couple of new tourists and the cabby was getting their luggage out of the trunk of the cab.
“Do you hear that?” One man said to the other. “I swear I can hear a soft singing. It sounds like it’s coming over on a breeze.”
“Ah, you’re crazy,” the other guy said. “I don’t hear anything. Come on, let’s check in.”
THE END
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