My Holiday Romance
|(MF, rom, oral, anal)|
My holiday romance. The most perfect time of my life. Three glorious weeks in the most beautiful of countries in the company of the most wonderful girl I had ever met. It was quite a few years ago, but I remember that time like it was yesterday.
Many years of effort and many hard days nights (well, not quite). Start again. Lots of time, lots of effort and lots and lots of money had been spent by my employer, the Railways of Australia, to develop a truly great passenger computer system. All of us who had been involved were justifiably proud in our achievement; in typical Australian fashion it had been done on a relative shoestring budget too. After it seemed to be over, we were all looking forward to some relaxation after the years of effort.
Then came some good news and some bad news in the traditional fashion. The good news was the International Passenger Rail Conference needed someone to present a paper on our wonderful achievement. Having been in the thick of it all, I was the one to do the presentation. The bad news was the conference was in York, in England and there was a 25 hour flight between home and York.
Oh well, at least I had plenty of leave up my sleeve. A couple of days in York followed by a couple of weeks sightseeing. There are worse jobs around.
I left on a Friday, there was one short refuelling stop for the aircraft and an on-time arrival just after 9 on Saturday morning. At least I had done a couple of longish flights before and knew the drill. Use eyeshades, forget about the movies and get plenty of sleep. That's the theory. I had a few hours sleep on the way but I was still pretty tired.
There were a couple of ways to get from Heathrow to London in 1990. But nothing beat the tube. Cheap and convenient. After changing trains, I was within a few minutes walk to my hotel. Time to check in and freshen up. The agent where I worked had done a good job with my booking. It was only 3-star, but quite remarkable. Modern, quiet, roomy, well located and handy to the local train station. What I really needed was a bath and some more sleep. I set my alarm for three hours and collapsed on the bed.
Just moments (well, it seemed like moments) later, I heard the alarm ring. Feeling much better, I was up, dressed and ready to see the local sights.
I had been to a few places before, Asia and Africa. But nothing prepared me for this. It was like walking around a film set. I had seen those buildings and monuments so many times on television. But, there they were, as large as life! What surprised me was how well maintained they were. It made many of the grimy Victorian-era buildings in Australia look pretty shabby by comparison.
The weather was a surprise too. I didn't know August would be so warm. Warm and humid. Everyone seemed to be out enjoying the sights. Trafalgar square looked a picture. Crowds sitting around the fountain listening to some musicians playing for free. The atmosphere was terrific. I didn't know England was like this. I spent the next few hours wandering around, enjoying the sights and taking some photos.
Before long, I found myself near the Thames. There were a number of barges moored nearby. The signs indicated they were floating bars. Between the river and my hotel a demonstration had started. In Australia, a couple of thousand people made a good demonstration. This one was ten times bigger. So many people and so orderly as they filed past with whatever grievance they had. There was nothing for it but to wait.
I entered the nearest barge and made my way to the bar. Not normally a beer drinker, a cold Lager would be just the thing for a hot days thirst. At the bar was a girl, a devastatingly attractive girl with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She wore a name tag, 'Terri'. I ordered half a pint of Lager and took a seat in the shade.
Terri brought the drink to me and sat down at my table. Due to the demonstration, I was the only one there.
"You're Australian aren't you?" she asked.
"Ah yes. My first day here." Undoubtedly she had picked my accent.
"I would love to go to Australia one day."
"It's a long way you know." The memories of my recent journey were all too fresh.
"Yeah, but it seems so different, such a lovely place."
"I'm Paul by the way."
"Terri," she replied, then she looked at her name tag and smiled.
We spent some time talking, just the two of us on the barge. She watched Neighbours and knew all about Kylie Minogue. I tried to describe the heat, the dust and the desolation of the wide brown land. But in green England, it seemed so hard to imagine desert only hours from many of the cities. Droughts and floods and bushfires. Nature was a capricious beast in Australia and never to be taken for granted. White mans hold on our continent had always been tenuous.
Sitting opposite me, drinking a soda or something stronger, Terri was fascinated by every word. I gently steered the conversation back to the here and now.
"I am amazed by this place," I continued.
"Really, in what way?"
I described my fascination with the history before us, and the obvious pride in which it is looked after. It was her turn to be surprised; perhaps she took it all for granted.
"I can't wait to do some more exploring. It's a bit hard on my own but I am sure I can still have quite a bit of fun getting lost and finding myself again."
"What you need is a guide," Terri replied.
"Are you offering?"
"Look, we close here at six. Come by just before closing and I can show you around."
"You sure?" I asked, just to be certain.
"It would be a pleasure."
I met her at the barge just before six. We abandoned the sightseeing and she showed me one of her favourite restaurants instead. Italian. Ah, we have plenty of those in Australia. It had been a long day for me and it was nice to sit and have someone wait on us.
Our conversation covered more ground. She found out I was here for the conference. I found out she was a University Student who made money on the weekends serving drinks. Only at this time of year, she was on holiday and had the weekdays free. I was 24, she was 21. We both had done a bit of travel. Lots of talking.
Terri caught me admiring her, not staring, just admiring. She smiled as she reached out to hold my hand. I felt a tingle sizzle through me as we touched for the first time. A surge of electricity lit up my being. I felt a little light-headed as she gently but firmly held me while we waited for the next course to arrive. No other girl had ever made me feel that way before.
It was still twilight when we were ready to go our separate ways. "You doing anything tomorrow?" I asked.
"Nothing planned," Terri replied.
"Do you want me to meet you at the barge again?"
"Sounds good to me. Tomorrow at six."
After a good nights sleep, a late rise and a refreshing breakfast, I was feeling a whole man again. But I had other things on my mind. I was meeting Terri at six, my personal guide who was so much more than attractive and who I think I was falling in love with.
We did some evening sightseeing, hand in hand and grabbing a little food on the run to keep us going. She showed me some of her favourite haunts. I had to admit that she had personality to match her looks. She was a charming girl indeed. I felt different when she was around, a little stunned or something. Not quite me in any case. I thought it was love, it must be love. In love with this pretty girl with such a lovely personality.
By about nine I started to feel a little weary. Something called jet lag was catching up on me. I suggested that perhaps it was a good time to call it a night.
"Where are you staying?" Terri asked me.
"The Millenium. In Knightsbridge. There's a good restaurant at the hotel and my employer is paying."
"Really." She sounded so surprised. "It's not far to Knightsbridge."
As promised, it was only a short walk to my hotel. Thank goodness she knew where she was going.
"Do you mind if I freshen up before we eat? I've been working all day and with the tourists around."
"I hope you don't mean me."
"No silly, it's just the weather and the real tourists."
"I know. You can use my room."
I kicked off my shoes and lay on the bed as I heard the water running in the bathroom. After about a quarter of an hour or so the bathroom door opened and she reappeared. Her hair was tied up and she had a large towel wrapped around her. It just covered her cute little bottom.
"What are you looking at, as if I didn't know?" she asked playfully.
"Well, there was this beautiful apparition that just appeared, and I wondered where the black slacks and white shirt went."
"This is much more comfortable."
Terri climbed on the bed and knelt astride me.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Oh yes, very much."
She reached up and unpinned her hair; the long blonde tresses cascaded down as she shook her head. I could feel my trousers starting to strain. She knelt forward and kissed me. A friendly kiss. She sat on my legs and untied the towel, letting it fall away. She knelt forward and kissed me again. A passionate kiss. Deep, romantic, intense. Tongues exploring, her hands holding my head as she pressed herself on me. My hands holding her soft, smooth and oh so perfect body. I knew what was to come next.
She started to unbutton my shirt. "Lets get you comfortable then." As elegantly as I could, I lost my clothing.
"My God. You're a big boy," she said as she took me in her mouth. Her oral skills were exquisite as she knelt between my legs, caressing my erection with her moist lips. I had a lovely view of her working my manhood slowly and skilfully. Just hard enough to arouse me, not hard enough to make me come. After all, this is just an entree. The main course is yet to come. Slowly I felt my excitement mounting. She must have felt it too because she let me go, my stiffened member flopping onto my stomach.
"Your turn," I said as I moved to give her room. Needing no second invitation, she took my place on the bed, spreading her legs. I kissed my way down her body, her firm breasts, her flat stomach, her shapely legs. I worked my way back to her breasts, her nipples already aroused with excitement and anticipation. My tongue circled first one nipple, then the other. Drawing her dark pink nub between my lips. At the same time, my fingers explored her blonde-framed womanhood, already wet with her arousal. As soon as I pressed on her clit, her back arched with the sensation. Her nipple between my lips and her clit between my fingers. She was on her own journey now, a journey that had only one stop.
I started to rub her, slowly and gently. I could feel her own little erection growing between my fingers. Fluidly, seamlessly, I moved myself till I was lying between her legs. All the while gently rubbing her aroused clit. Soon my mouth took over; she momentarily tensed when I changed, before relaxing again. I took her engorged clit between my lips, gently drawing it to be rubbed by my tongue. Sucking and rubbing. Rubbing and sucking. My fingers explored her pussy lips, slowly caressing her before I made my way inside her tight little pussy. Slowly, gently I explored her, curling the tip of my finger up until I found her special 'sweet' spot right where it should be. I pressed it. Again she momentarily stiffened as the new sensation took hold.
Reading her arousal, I continued to suck and lick at her clit while increasing pressure inside. She started to moan, gently at first. She pressed her hips harder into my face. I sucked her clit deeper while pressing harder with my finger. Her moaning continued, getting louder. She was getting closer. I continued to suck and lick and press. Now is the time to change nothing, nothing until she comes.
She had her nipples between her fingers, twirling them and twisting them. Her eyes were closed with concentration. Suddenly, she arched her back right off the bed and cried out. I felt the contractions around my finger. I let go of her clit, just gently licking at it with my tongue as she came down from her heights.
"My God, that was so quick," she gasped as if surprised. She had surrendered herself to me and I had taken her to ecstasy. There was one place to go now.
I made my way up the bed and kissed her; she would have tasted her own juices on my lips. Her sweet juices of love. My hardness was pressing against her entrance. She reached down and guided me in.
I slowly eased into her tight wet pussy. Slowly burying myself to the hilt. She took all I had to give. Slowly withdrawing until I was just touching her pussy lips before gently easing back in again. Savouring the sensations of her perfect little cunt. Slowly out and slowly in. Just enjoying the sensation of skin against skin, those wonderful slippery sensations. Slowly out and slowly in. Her legs wrapped around my body, her ankles locked above my back. Drawing me into her, willing me to go deeper. Our mouths locked in a long and never ending kiss as I slowly and deliberately fucked her. Warm and wet and slippery. The sensations of sex. Mouths drawn close, tongues exploring, my hand in her hair as I slowly fucked her.
All the way out till I plunged in again, a little faster now. A little harder and faster. She broke off the kiss with the change of pace. Every time I drove into her, she gasped a little.
Faster and faster now. Our bodies slapping together, the noise clearly audible. Faster and faster, my turn to come. Faster and faster, I can feel the tingling start to build.
"I want to come inside you."
"I want to fill your pussy with my come."
"Yes, fill me up. Fill me with your come"
I was getting closer, the sensations were building towards that peak that all men must reach. Closer and closer. I gasped as the first spurt gushed out. Again and again, each throb another flood of come deep inside her. Again and again until I was spent. The waves of exctasy had passed, but now the bliss descended. That pleasure when all is right in the world and nothing or nobody can change it.
I kissed her again. Tenderly. No need to speak, just a tender kiss between lovers. Slowly, I withdraw my softening member, my come and her juices running out onto the bedspread. Relaxed, satisfied and thoroughly pleasured.
Slowly we stirred. It was getting late, I quickly showered and we made our way to the hotel restaurant. Nice food and a decent French wine made for a very satisfying end to the day. Over dinner I had a flash.
"Are you doing anything over the next few days?" I asked Terri.
"No, I don't work till next Saturday. Why?"
"You know I'm presenting my paper at York."
"Would you like to come along. I mean I will be away from nine to four. But there is a lot of evening."
"I would love to." Terri sounded so enthusiastic.
I told her that I had been given a British Rail executive travel pass, so as long as she doesn't mind pretending to be my wife, the journey will be totally free. And I was sure a double rather than a twin room could be arranged.
I had already checked the timetables, so we made arrangements to meet at St Pancras station at two in the afternoon.
Her smile lit up the gloomy confines of the station when I saw her. We made our way to one of the first class carriages. Being mid-afternoon, we had it to ourselves.
Whistles blew, horns sounded and we were away, the suburbs of London passing by in a blur. Such speed, the railways in Australia are pretty leisurely by comparison. Soon we were in the country. Flat plains with towns and villages spaced at irregular intervals. Everything passing at 200 kilometers per hour as our train raced toward York. Inside it's comfortable and cosy, sitting side by side. We tried to cuddle, but the armrest was a problem. I got a couple of cups of coffee from the buffet instead. If you can't be passionate, at least you can be civilised.
Time for tickets to be checked. I showed my pass to the conductor. Profusely embarrassed, he almost went out of the carriage backwards, tugging his forelock. Terri looked at me and burst out laughing. I explained it was because of the Executive pass. Clearly, some things are different in England to Australia.
It took just over than two hours to get to York, and as a railwayman I was impressed. A taxi from the station to our hotel. Terri looked horrified as we made our way to the taxi rank. I reminded her that I wasn't paying. "Don't forget, there is a lovely double room waiting for us at the other end. Courtesy of my employer as well."
The hotel was okay, but not as good as Knightsbridge. No airconditioning and it was a bit hot inside. I opened the window and we relaxed on the bed. Now was the time to catch up on the cuddles missed on the train. Cuddles and kisses. Just relaxing in each others arms. Running my hands through her long hair, such perfect hair. Such a perfect girl. Such a perfect time.
The kissing got more passionate, I sucked her lips, she sucked mine. She probed me with her tongue, I responded. Our tongues touching and stroking. She held my head, I held her bottom. We were starting to get earnest. She pulled away and quickly removed her top and bra. My shirt was gone. Her soft breasts pressed into my naked chest. I wrapped my arms around her, shivering with the feeling of her soft and smooth skin against the palm of my hands. She ran her hands through my hair. I pulled away and quickly removed my trousers and underwear, relieving my growing erection. Her skirt was gone but her panties remained. Against such a perfect body, the skimpy lace looked so.sexy.
She rolled back on top of me, our mouths locked in a hungry kiss. I explored her bottom, easing my hands under her lacy panties and feeling the soft roundness of her arse. This wasn't going to last long. This was going to be hot, passionate and lusty. It must have been the heat. I felt driven and I could sense that she was feeling the same.
We kissed and kissed, tongues exploring. "Suck my tongue," Terri whispered. I drew her tongue between my lips, making love to it. She explored mine, sucking on it in the same way.
I whispered the next move. "Sixty nine."
She quickly stripped off her panties, turned around and lowered her pussy over my face. I looked at her, perfection framed by trimmed blonde hair. I gently rubbed her lips with my fingers, feeling her wetness. I could smell her arousal, the scent of sex.
At the same time she took me in her mouth. Same as before; perfect oral. Pleasuring me but just slowly enough not to get me too hot. Gentle pleasure, the wetness of her lips caressing my shaft. But I had other places to explore. I held on to her bottom as I started to run my tongue over her pussy, teasing her, tasting her sweet juices. Juices that were now flowing freely. Each time my tongue just brushed the hood over her clit. Long strokes, feeling her clit with my tongue. Feeling it getting bigger, getting ready. I raised my head a little and took her love button between my lips. Sucking on it. Drawing it into me.
At the same time I could see her little rosebud so close. I wondered. Gently I started to explore her most intimate part, lightly running my thumb over her arsehole. She let me go and gasped. I stopped, "Is that okay?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly, "do it again."
Again I ran my thumb over her little hole. I heard her gasp again. I resumed sucking on her clit and continued to rub her arsehole with my thumb. I slipped a finger into her pussy, feeling her wetness, coating it with her juices. I replaced my thumb with that wet finger, gently probing the centre of her little hole, gently pressing. Letting her know what to expect before I eased it in. Easing it in slowly to the first knuckle.
"Oh yes," she gasped. "More."
I pressed harder, feeling a little resistance before it gave way and I was all the way in. I started to finger - fuck her, finger fuck her arsehole. All the while sucking on her clit.
She raised herself on the bed, pressing her womanhood hard on my face. Her juices ran free, I had to keep swallowing as her juices ran all over my face. "God, that's so. Keep going."
I sucked her pussy and fingered her little hole. More loudly, "oh yes, make me come." I kept it up, driving her toward her peak. Suddenly she cried out, "OH FUCK!" I felt her arse contract around my finger, five, six, seven times. Her orgasm seemed to go forever. "Oh my," was all she said.
She quickly raised herself off me, turned around and lowered herself on my shaft. I watched her as she took my manhood and guided it in. She dropped down on it hard. Bracing herself with her hands on my chest, she fucked me with a passion, fucked me with a vengeance. I couldn't hold her, I could only watch her breasts bouncing with her exertions. She was a woman driven. She was determined to make me come. I tried to control myself, to prolong the pleasure. It was so hard. She was a woman possessed, her pussy sucking and slurping on my cock. The distinctive sound of sex. I could feel her wetness on my stomach. It was incredible, I had never felt or heard anything like it before.
Slowly, I could feel the tingling start. "Terri, I'm gonna come."
"Yes big boy, come in me. Make me yours."
She went even harder, bouncing off the bed, the only connection between us was my manhood inside her. I could feel it building, I was getting closer and closer. It was so close, so close.
I cried out with the explosion of pleasure, pumping my seed deep inside her. Again and again, the waves of pleasure enveloped me. She slowed down as I emptied my come into her hungry pussy. My heart was beating fast. For the first time I felt the sweat on my brow, the sweat on my chest. I could see sweat glistening on her body too. I tasted the salt on her lips as she leaned forward to kiss me. Not a word was said, there was nothing to say. She lay on top of me, my manhood still inside her, my come and her juices running onto my stomach. Our sex had been hot and sweaty. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.
She broke the spell when she laughed, "I think we need to clean up. We're both a mess." My hair was matted, her body was still wet with sweat.
"I think you're right."
She raised herself from me, went to the bathroom and came back with a wet facecloth. Gently she wiped our juices from my body. "The maid will appreciate that."
Like most bathrooms in England, the shower head is over the bath. Just perfect for showering together. We soaped each other down and washed away the sweat of our exertions. It was so lovely, in the shower with my beautiful lover.
By the time we cleaned up and headed off, it was starting to get late and time to find somewhere to eat. We made our way in the general direction of the city centre. It was clear this was an ancient town with lots of history. There was a place called the 'shambles' on account of the less than vertical disposition of many of the houses. Eventually, we found a traditional Yorkshire eatery and enjoyed some good English fare. Appropriate for the setting, perhaps less appropriate for the warm weather. Afterwards, we did some more sightseeing, discovering a lovely church with beautiful stained glass windows and the remains of the original town walls. Bringing back memories of sieges and battles of times gone by. Queen Elizabeth the First and her catholic cousin Mary battling for control of the country. History indeed.
It was late when we got back to the hotel. Unfortunately, I had work to do so I set the alarm to be up in time. We stripped off and cuddled up together in bed. Eventually drifting to a deep sleep, Terri still wrapped in my arms.
The next day was start of the reason for me being there. I put on my suit for the first time. Terri was impressed. "You really are."
"Really are what?"
"Really are an important person."
"Don't let the clothes fool you. But yes, it is an important couple of days and I have to look the part."
It was funny how, no matter how many times you do it, and even in a different country, a conference is always the same. Morning check-in, name tags, coffee, meaningless conversations with strangers. Awful food. Trying to stay awake during the after lunch session. At least my presentation was 10:30 tomorrow, straight after morning tea. The day dragged on so. At least they were sensible to finish up at four.
Back at our room, Terri said she had been in for about an hour or so. She had done some shopping as well, and was quite proud of her purchases. We lay on the bed together, holding each other. Having been out all day, I didn't think she needed to go out again.
"Lets talk about sex," Terri started.
"You know when you first touched me, back there," I think she meant her arsehole.
"It felt so, wonderful. I didn't expect it to feel so nice"
"You know? You mean it feels that way for men too?"
"Absolutely," I replied.
"You mean, I can touch you like that?"
"I might get cross if you don't."
"Oh, that's so cool." She sounded really pleased. "No, the reason I asked is, I know about anal sex and I always thought it would be so gross. But now, I'm not sure. Maybe I want to try it."
"Maybe?" I asked.
"Well, do you think it would be okay if we did, you know, try it?"
"I've done it only once, so if you want to, it's fine by me."
"Was it okay?" Terri asked me
"Yes, it was okay. All you need is some lube. The same as people use when they wear condoms. By the way, you never asked me to wear one."
"I always do, ask, that is. But you looked so nice that I thought it would be alright without. I know if feels nicer for men not to wear, and it feels nicer for us women too."
"I didn't know that, that it feels nicer for women."
"Oh yes, skin feels nicer than rubber."
"Well, you buy some lube tomorrow while I give my paper, and we will have some adventures when I get back."
"Cool. I can't wait."
The next day was different. So much more exciting to be the focus of attention. I never do much public speaking, but I love it when I do. It's strange for a naturally shy person to get a buzz from being the centre of attention. Perhaps it is the buzz of forcing myself out of my comfort zone to a place I would prefer not to be in.
All in all the day went well, and as I returned to the hotel, I knew we were going to have a special little time together.
Terri was waiting for me. She must have bathed or showered as she was sitting on the bed with a towel around her. I was still full of adrenalin or overcome with emotion, or bursting with excitement or something. I'm not sure why I felt like I did. All I knew was that as time went on, my feelings for this girl were getting stronger and stronger.
"I love you."
"What?" she replied.
"I said, I love you."
"I thought that's what you said. Nobody has ever said that to me before."
"I can't understand why. You're smart, sexy, confident, independent. Now, are you going to just sit there looking stunned or."
"Lets love each other."
"Sounds good to me."
I removed my suit and tie, carefully hanging them up. In the mirror, I could see her watching me.
"Paul, I love you too."
We were naked on the bed. "This isn't easy, and I've only done it once. Tell me if it hurts, okay."
"You wanna come?"
"Of course, everyday an orgasm. That's my motto, " she said cheerfully.
"A girl after my own heart."
I held her in my arms and kissed her. While I cradled her, I gently started to rub her, just the way she would have rubbed herself. Slowly and deliberately. Holding her, kissing her and rubbing her. I could feel her wetness with the tips of my fingers. She put her hand on mine, pressing me down harder as I rubbed. I continued, rubbing her the way she wanted. I saw her eyes closed in concentration. I nuzzled her neck and rubbed her pussy. Kissing and sucking her nipples and rubbing her pussy.
Her hips were starting to squirm a little; clearly she was getting close. Tenderly I held her, she needed to come. She needed to be hot. Suddenly she gasped. I pulled my hand away and kissed her again. I could see the smile on her face. It was getting too easy.
While she lay on her back, I ran my fingers around her wet pussy, gently arousing her again. Exploring her. I slowly got closer to her little rosebud, just stroking it with the wettest finger. Slowly I pressed against her opening. A little resistance and I was inside. I could feel her passage relax as I fingered her, getting her ready. Now, two fingers, this time with lube. She tensed with the extra size.
"You need to be relaxed."
I began to finger her, slowly at first but building up speed as I felt her tight tunnel relaxing as she got used to me. Now, three fingers. She cried out a little.
"It hurts, a bit." I could see it on her face. Not happy.
I just left them there, her legs were tense. Slowly I could feel her relax. I eased my way in. The further I went, the easier it got. I could see her eyes closed as she soaked up the sensation. It's been a while since I did this, so I figured the more fingering the better.
Soon, there was no resistance at all, I had three fingers inside her little rear hole and stroking her quite firmly.
Now, the finale. Lots of lube on me, and a little on her for good measure.
I told her to lift one leg as high as she could. She brought her knee right up near her head. I lay on top of her, taking my own weight with one arm around her leg. She reached down and guided me toward her virgin anus. I slowly pressed forward while she navigated. I could feel the resistance when I touched her. I slowed down and pressed gently. My cock spread her arsehole and felt myself entering her.
"Ooh, it hurts a little."
"Just a little?"
I remembered. "Press out."
She must have done as I told her because the resistance became less. Good. I pressed forward slowly, I knew this position would relax her opening. But, I also knew I was big, wide more than long. She had a lot of me to take in.
I was close to all the way in. It was more than tight, and it was hot, so tremendously hot. I pulled out a bit and then entered her again. She seemed okay. Again I did it. I heard her moan. And again, a little faster this time. This was starting to feel good; but how long could I last? It was so hot and so deliciously tight.
I started to build up a rhythm. I felt her hand near my stomach; starting to rub her own pussy. This was too good. She was moaning and rubbing herself hard while I fucked her arse. I could see the concentration on her face. She was aroused, could she come again? Beads of sweat on her forehead. Moaning as I fucked her.
"Oh yes, fuck my arse. Make me come. Fuck me harder."
I went a little faster. I could see her rubbing herself harder and harder.
"Oh God Paul. I wanna come."
I couldn't come before she did. But I could sense she was close.
She was getting louder and louder. Willing herself to come. "FUCK MY ARSE. MAKE ME COME," she cried out. "OH, I'M GETTING CLOSER." "OH FUCK." With that, I felt her orgasm, her arse contracting around me. The contractions gripped me hard, but we had so much sex over the last few days I was able to ride it through. Problem was, my arms were getting tired. I needed to come to. I started to pound her hard now. She knew what was happening.
"Yes Paul, that's right. Come in my arse. Fill me with your come."
I pounded her harder and harder. Slowly building toward my peak. I wanted to fill her tight little tunnel. I wanted to come inside her."
"Oh I'm gonna come again. Fuck me hard." She was really loud again. "FUCK MY ARSE!" she cried.
I felt it getting closer. I cried out as I came; the waves of pleasure seemed to drain my very being. My whole body seemed to discharge towards my penis. Again and again, each wave another gush of come inside her.
"I'M GONNA COME AGAIN." I felt her contractions, even bigger this time. Squeezing my still hard dick. Over and over and over. I held onto her until she was done. Then I gently eased out. My dick glistening with lube and my juices. I collapsed on the bed. Terri collapsed in a heap. We were done for.
Slowly we stirred. "It's been a long day darling," I started.
"Yeah, sure has."
"Let's eat in."
As she cleaned up, I made a booking in the hotel restaurant. Soon we were clean and dressed and looking respectable. Time to eat.
As we locked the door, a middle-aged couple emerged from the next room to ours. He looked away and she was looking at her shoes. Silently we made our way down the stairs.
In the foyer I asked Terri, "Did you see the look on their faces?"
"Yeah, you don't think.?"
"That, they heard everything?"
"Could they?" she asked.
"Fuck me, fuck my arse. Come in my arse," I reminded her.
"I think so. But don't worry, they probably do anal themselves."
"You think so?" she asked hopefully.
"No. Not in a million years." I smiled.
"Oh you bloody Australians with your irony. I'm really embarrassed and you're making fun!"
"Nothing is ever so serious that you can't have a laugh. You sound like me; 'bloody Australians' indeed."
"Are all Australians like you?" she asked sarcastically.
"It's a wonder you people get anything done."
"It's just our dry sense of humour."
"Give me a kiss."
She was still cross with me as we were shown to our table. The other couple were also eating in. I could see they were really embarrassed too. I thought it a great joke, but I don't think Terri saw the humour.
"I'm sorry." I apologised. "Next time, just making love, okay. Nice and quiet."
"But it was good though."
She squeezed my hand. "It was better than good. It was brilliant."
On the train back to London, Terri suggested that it might be time for me to meet her friends. I couldn't see why not. I could visit the house she shared and perhaps I could get to know her housemates. She went straight home and I dumped my gear at my hotel.
I managed to find her house without too much difficulty. Like many houses in England, it had next to know street frontage, but was surprisingly roomy inside. There would have been plenty of room for the four of them. Terri looked superb as usual. It was amazing how even simple things like jeans and a white t-shirt can look so good on her. I was wearing my usual clothing, and she gently chided me for looking so 'formal'. It was only a shirt with a collar and a pair of tailored trousers. I admitted that I didn't like wearing jeans, they were uncomfortable. Always too tight and I pointed at my crotch. She agreed that could be a problem. Ah, the problems some men must endure.
We had the house to ourselves, and she made us a cup of tea while we waited for the others to arrive from wherever. Soon the house seemed more full; there was Allison, Steven and Richard as well as the two of us. They decided traditional English hospitality was in order, so we departed to their local pub.
Beer all round, naturally. Unlike Australian pubs, hot food was not normally available. But we got some nice sandwiches made up and they were quite filling. As the newcomer, and the Australian at that, I was grilled. Why was I here? How long was I staying? What's Australia like? Did I like what I had seen so far? On and on and on.
I realised that they were all University students, all about the same age. Although I was only a few years older, those extra years in the workforce made a big difference. They were surprised to learn that this was an all expenses paid business trip. Not only for the three days of the conference, but the weeks following. I explained that my employer was interested in finding out more detail of railway operations in England, and my job was to cover as many kilometers as possible and write a report when I got back. As a reward, they would pay my way. Accommodation, meals and expenses. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it. It all seemed pretty unusual to them, but like I said, there was a world of difference.
It was late when we got back to their house. Terri suggested I sleep with her. I wasn't going to turn down that offer. She had a double bed rather than the larger beds you normally find in a hotel. I thought that we are going to have to cuddle a little closer.
The alarm rang. I looked over, 7am. It's Saturday and she's working. "Nice sleep?" Terri asked.
"Fuck me in the arse."
"What?" I was really surprised.
"I said, fuck me in the arse."
"I thought that's what you said. It's an offer almost too good to refuse. But maybe it's better for when we have more time. Even second time around it's not something you can rush."
"I suppose so." She sounded disappointed.
I cuddled her tightly. "Doesn't stop us making love though."
She kissed me, disappointment gone. "No it doesn't."
The house was quiet, everyone was still asleep. We quickly freshened up in their one bathroom. Back in her room it was just perfect. Gentle lovemaking to start the day. As she got dressed, I asked her if she had any ideas for us to go during the following week. She thought that sounded too good to be true, but she had an Aunt and Uncle in Bath she hadn't seen for a while. As she reassured me that I would enjoy seeing Bath. So Bath it was. Meet her at the barge at six? Of course.
Actually, I was at the barge earlier than that. There were quite a few customers, but a nice cold beer went down well. On the way back to my hotel I explained that I had seen the Tower of London, Tower Bridge and the Belfast. All so close to each other. And, thanks to our early start, I got to the Tower before the queues got too long. What's more, we're off to Bath on Monday. Hotel booked, rental car waiting. My hotel was able to help me out and make the arrangements. Two nights away. Yes it did seem too good to be true.
Paddington station at 9am, the train is ready and we are still separated by that bloody armrest. Oh well, at least the journey's free. As always it was surprisingly quick and we were at our destination in no time. A taxi to the hire car and then a drive to her relatives place. At that point, I felt out of it. Clearly I wasn't family, and being from a different country I didn't feel at all home. We stayed for lunch and afternoon tea. Terri was considerate enough to suggest it was time for us to go shortly after. I managed to find the Abbey hotel where I had our booking. Double room with airconditioning and ensuite.
We held each other tight as we lay on the bed. Just kissing, me running my hands through her long hair. Gradually we lost our clothes. Slowly, gently we aroused each other. She climbed on top of me, taking me in her mouth. I looked up to see her blonde-framed pussy so close. I gently kissed her before running my tongue around and over. Smelling her scent of arousal, tasting her sweet but bitter juices. Driving her towards her climax. She let go of my and pressed herself hard on my face. I increased the tempo. I heard her gasp loudly when she came.
She eased herself away and lay flat on her stomach. I climbed on top and she guided me in. It was so beautiful to make love like this. I kissed her on the side of her neck. I nibbled her earlobes. I ran my hands through her hair. I made love with her. I could feel myself getting close. Getting very, very close. I gasped as I came. The familiar pleasure of orgasm.
Satisfied, I continued to lay on my lovely Terri, gently nuzzling her neck. I wanted to lie with her forever. I wanted to be part of her. I loved her so much.
Slowly we stirred.
"I have a surprise for you," Terri started.
"Go on," I was interested.
"I rang and booked some tickets over the phone. Tickets to a concert that is."
"Really, what concert?"
"Well, I saw the music you have with you so we are going to an outdoor twilight chamber music concert."
"Oh you sweet girl."
I could see her beaming with satisfaction.
It turned out a day to remember. Dinner in the hotel restaurant and then a short drive to the concert. It was a perfect setting and the weather was superb. On the way back to where the car was parked I couldn't help myself. I grabbed her, stopping her mid stride.
"I love you so much."
She threw her arms around me, "I love you too."
The next two days were to ourselves. We saw the ruins of the Roman Baths, in surprisingly good condition for 2,000 years old. And the Abbey. A beautiful building, like so many of the English churches. We ate lunch nearby in a pub. Down two steps from street level. All dark wood and gloomy inside. And the ceiling! Neither of us are tall, and we both had to duck for the beams. We were told that Charles Dickens had written 'Great Expectations' while he was staying there. I didn't think so, but who knows?
The following day was exploring the surrounding countryside. And shopping for souvenirs, of course. All too soon it was time to return the car and catch the train back to London. But we had just had a wonderful time away and now we could relax on our journey home. Terri got us some coffee from the buffet. When she got back to our seats, it was time to plan our next journey.
"Terri, my darling. You showed impeccable taste in picking Bath to visit."
"I thought you would like it."
"It's like a little piece of untouched Georgian history. I have a problem though. We need to go somewhere else. I need to report on more than two train journeys and I have all of next week free. You got any ideas?"
"Well. When I was young we used to go on holidays to the Lakes District."
"That sounds nice."
"I even know the name of this really friendly hotel near Carlisle that we used to stay at."
"Can you book it for us, for a couple of days next week?" I asked. "Book it in my name."
"Sure. But you will need a car."
"I can arrange that. I have another favour to ask. It's a little more personal though."
"Go on," she said, warily.
"Well, do you have any fantasies. Anything you have been dying to try out but haven't had the nerve or the right man at the time?"
"No, not really." She seemed to think hard. "Well, actually, I do have one."
"Good. Do you want to do it? I mean, it could be fun. Something special to end our time together."
She squeezed my hand tighter. "Don't talk about that. We still have more than a week together."
"I know. But let's do it."
Early morning at yet another station, Euston this time. The train to Carlisle was waiting for us. I knew full well that my report was just blackmail to get me to give the presentation. But I had to make it convincing in case it was ever audited. Or, heavens forbid, requested under Freedom of Information. These three journeys would do just fine.
This time there was a breakfast available and I booked for the two of us. The tables were good. Seating for four on one side of the aisle and for two on the other. We had a table to ourselves.
Soon we were speeding through the countryside, a traditional English breakfast to start the day. Starched linen tablecloths, silver cutlery. Fine china plates and cups. So terribly civilised. It really cost a fortune but you only live once.
After a final cup of coffee, I was feeling so incredibly satisfied. This was most definitely the life.
After we arrived at Carlisle, I picked up the hire car and we went exploring. There was so much to see inside and outside of the city. Historic Castles, Hadrians Wall, Gretna Green and the Scottish Borders district. We planned to spend more time at the Lakes proper the next day; picking up some lunch at one of the small towns or villages in the area.
She was right about the Heather Glen hotel. Right in the Eden valley. A lovely hotel surrounded by expanses of green gardens. It was a picturesque setting. A bit of a distance from the nearest town, but the town itself was not the main attraction.
The room was a surprise. Terri had been busy. Awaiting us in the room was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and a bowl of strawberries. Very nice touch.
As I towelled myself dry, Terri told me to help myself to the champagne, but not to touch the strawberries. She would be out in a minute.
I sat on the bed, sipping my glass when she emerged. In a word, wow! A short, tight black skirt with a white blouse that was unbuttoned to her navel. I could clearly see her black lacy bra struggling to contain her cleavage. Black stockings and shiny black stilettos completed the package. In her hand was a feather duster. Not quite a feather duster, it was longer and it didn't have as many feathers.
She came up to me and tickled me with it. "Hey," I said as I pulled away.
"Just to make sure you don't touch those strawberries."
I couldn't help myself. "You look great." She smiled at me.
"Sit on the bed and watch the show."
I propped a pillow against the bed head and leant back to enjoy.
Slowly she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse. Very slowly she pulled it out of her skirt and slipped it off, dropping it on the ground. She picked up the feather duster and held it behind her head. It dropped to the floor.
"Oh my." She turned around, spread her legs and slowly bent right over to pick it up. As she bent, I could see under her skirt. The straps of her suspenders were clearly visible, curved around her beautiful bottom. She had no panties on, no, I could see the black strip of a g-string. Superb. She picked up the duster and deliberately placed it on the end of the bed.
Next she went to the open window, her back to me while she looked over the hotel grounds. Slowly she unzipped her skirt. Ever so delicately she peeled it over her round bottom. Slowly wriggling out of it until it dropped to the ground. She casually leant on the window frame, admiring the view. I thought if there was anyone in the garden looking up, they would have a view to admire too!
Now she was dressed, more like undressed, in her bra, g-string, suspenders, stockings and stilettos. She took a strawberry and delicately bit into it. "Hmm, that's nice. So juicy. Want one?"
She placed another strawberry between her lips, climbed on the bed, leaned forward and kissed me, her lips pressing mine. I took the strawberry from her luscious lips. Yes, it was delicious.
"Another?" Again, I took a strawberry from her lips, lingering long enough to kiss her.
She looked down at me, already hard and erect. "I can see you're ready." She picked up the feather duster and ran it between my thighs. If felt heavenly. She ran it over my groin. That felt superb! Then she tickled my side again.
"Hey," I exclaimed.
"I'm not ready for you yet. You'll just have to wait."
She climbed off the bed, stood with her back to the window, reached behind and unclasped her bra. The bra fell free. Casually, she turned around again to admire the view. "There's somebody down there," she stated in a matter of fact tone. No wonder I thought. Turning her back to the window, she eased her g-string down, slowly revealing her blonde pussy to me. Climbing on the bed, she tickled me again.
"If you're a good boy and make me come, you can have me. If you're a bad boy and I don't come you get some more of this," as she tickled me again.
"I'll make you come," I promised.
"Good." She knelt over my face, pressing her hands flat against the wall and forcing her pussy against me. "Make me come," she ordered.
I grabbed her firm round globes and pulled her even closer. She was already aroused with her own show. I took her clit between my lips and sucked on it.
"Yes, that's right. Suck on me. Make me come."
I sucked harder, her juices running over my chin. Holding her perfect bottom and sucking on her pussy.
"That's a good boy. Make me come. I can feel it."
I held her tight to me. So tight I could hardly breathe. So tight that her juices had nowhere to go but all over my face. She was so sexy dressed like that. Still in the suspenders, stockings and heels. I was hot for her. I wanted to fuck her dressed like that. I needed to make her come.
"Ooh yes. I can feel it. Make me come."
I sucked harder, she was really hot now. It wouldn't be long. Suddenly she cried out and I felt a gush of wetness flood over me. "Ooh" she cried as another gush ran over my face. "Ooh, that was good." She climbed off me.
I used my hand to wipe myself. I wondered? She looked down and saw the liquid dripping on my face. With a worried look she asked "Did I pee on you?"
As I wiped my face with the sheet, I remembered my psychology minor from my university days. "No, I think you came on me."
"Came?" she asked.
"Yes, came. Like a man. Same type of liquid but no sperm. Some say it's a myth, but this is definitely not pee. I think you came.
"Oh my," was all she could say. Cheering up, "I think it's time you came too," as she got on her hands and knees, her bottom and her pussy so close to me. Yes, I thought, it's time indeed.
I knelt behind her and guided myself in. Her pussy was so tight and so inviting. I looked down at the way she was spread before me, her suspender straps made her bottom seem all the more inviting. If such a thing was possible. I held her hips as I slowly pressed all the way in.
It seemed like we had made love almost every day since we met. I watched my member slick with her juices as I pumped away. So many times I thought. We had loved each other so many times. I looked down, I could see my manhood inside her, but it didn't seem like me. I was in a groove, almost a trance. I felt like I could last forever. The one position where I never last and I felt like I could never come. I looked at her body, I looked down at me again. I felt the tightness of her slippery love tunnel. It was total and supreme, blissful and absolute. I wanted this to last, I wanted to stay in her forever. I felt reborn, I was where I belonged. This wasn't just sex. This was a real and total connection.
"I want to taste you," She said. "Let me taste your come."
I pulled out and she turned around. She grabbed me, slick and shiny with her juices and took me between her lips. I watched as I filled her mouth. With one hand she held my member as she ran her moist lips over and around the top half of my shaft. She ran her tongue over and around me. Arousing me even more. Bringing me closer to the edge.
The other hand explored between my legs. Gently she ran her fingers over my arsehole. I gasped at the sensation. She ran her fingers back and forward as her lips and tongue got me closer, closer.
"Terri, I'm gonna come."
"Yes, come. Come in my mouth. I want to taste you."
I held her head as she worked me faster and faster. Still rubbing my arse.
"Oh Terri." She held on as my hips jerked. She took as much of me in her mouth as she could, sucking me hard. Swallowing my come. I was conscious of my heart beating fast, and the pain in my legs while I knelt before her. I sat on my haunches as she came up to me, a trace of come dribbling from her mouth.
"That was delicious," she said with a wicked smile.
We spent a few more days in the District, using this hire car more than I expected I would. Driving in England is a little different than Australia. Narrow lanes, so narrow that sometimes you have to reverse to allow a car to go in the opposite direction. I told her about a highway in Northern Victoria, just a few hours from where I live. Dead flat, dead straight. Just salty soil and scrub on either side. So straight and flat that you can see the curvature of the earth. I don't know if she believed me.
We found a little village and bought some bread and cheese and something to drink. Just out of the village was a narrow unmade road that led towards a small lake. It looked so serene. I eased the car down the hill until we reached a clearing at the bottom. It was picture perfect. Forest all round and a nice grassy area on the shore. We sat on the grass to eat our lunch. We ended up staying there for a couple of hours, just soaking in the atmosphere. Lunch was well finished as I lay on her lap and she ran her fingers through my hair. We didn't say a word. We just soaked up the peace and tranquillity. We both knew our time together was coming to an end. There was no need to talk about it. We both knew there were just two more nights.
On the way back to London, she asked me to stay with her, to stay in her room. To be close for the last days. I cancelled my booking at the hotel and took my bags to her house. She was right, it was more comfortable than the hotel. She made me breakfast in the morning and we felt less and less like travellers and more and more like a live-together couple.
All too soon it was Friday. My flight was at eleven. We made love early before I dressed and packed for the long journey home. It was the last time we would ever make love. I felt so sad.
She caught the train with me to the airport. She had her head resting on my shoulder, holding me tight all the way there. Never once did she let me go.
We stood in the queue, holding hands right up to the check-in counter. Her arm around my waist until the last. As I went into immigration I blew her a kiss. I saw her wipe her cheek, a tear maybe.
I expected life would return to normal once I got home. But it didn't. I felt tense and on edge. It was hard to concentrate. Surely it couldn't be over, just like that? I had difficulty sleeping. One night, early morning in fact, I sat down and wrote her a letter. I tried to explain how I was feeling, how it felt like part of me was missing, some of me had been left behind. How much I missed her so. I rambled on and on, but once my feelings were on paper I felt better and had no difficulty sleeping. Next day I posted my letter. Perhaps that would be the end of it.
A couple of weeks later, I got a reply. As I read it, I was surprised. She had similar trouble. She was back at University for her final semester. But things were different. She felt lonely and she was having difficulty getting motivated. She felt something was wrong. When she received my letter, she knew what it was.
Over the next few months, we continued to write to each other. Funny, it seemed more intimate than phone calls. We had each other's telephone numbers, but we never ever rang. We wrote long letters about how life went on. Summer here, winter there. On and on.
One evening the phone rang. I answered and immediately recognised her voice. She said two words. "I passed."
"I can graduate."
As soon as I heard her I knew exactly what to say.
"I said marry me."
"Did you said yes?" I couldn't believe it.
"Yes, yes, yes," she repeated.
"Here or there?" I asked her.
"Australia," she replied.
Suddenly, a weight was lifted from my shoulder. I told her I would ring her in the next day or two with the details. We had spent so little time together and too much time apart. We needed to do this now. She agreed. She felt an ache, and it could only be fixed in one way.
I rang her two days later. In the meantime, I had seen a lawyer and had the drill.
"All you need to do is buy a return ticket, make the return leg about four months from the forward. When you arrive, they will give you a tourist visa for the four months. I'll meet you, you can meet my family and we can get married. Just like that."
"Just like that?" she asked.
"Sooner the better. Registry office okay?"
"Fine, I'm not religious."
"Then we go to the immigration department with our marriage certificate. They interview us, check we are living together, a genuine husband and wife. Then they issue you with a residents visa."
"That simple?" she asked.
"Yes, that simple. In the meantime, they won't deport you or anything. Once you're here you can stay. Just don't tell anyone that you are coming to get married. Just say you met me when I was in England, you came here to visit me again, we fell in love and decided to marry."
"Trouble is, you can't bring your family or friends. It would look suspicious."
"Oh," she sounded disappointed. "But it does mean I can stay and be your wife in Australia.'
"Yes, you can stay."
I awoke and looked at the clock beside the bed. 8am, Sunday morning. Beside me I could hear Terri still sleeping soundly. I quietly went to the bathroom, and closed our bedroom door on the way back. The children know not to disturb us when the door is closed.
I cuddled up to her, feeling her warmth as she slept. A chink in the curtains showed her long blonde hair falling down and around her black satin nightie. I held her tight as she slept soundly.
Her breathing changed. I felt her stir, stretch a little. She would have felt me holding her. She turned around and kissed me. Then she lay in my arms for a while. Soon she got up, but was back quickly. The nightie fell on the floor. The light seeping through the curtains highlighted her body. My heart raced, she looked great. She looked better than great, she looked stunning. And she was my wife. My wife of 12 years.
She climbed back into bed and peeled the quilt away. She held me tight. I kissed her. We made love to start the day.
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