I'd eaten on the way down, so I quickly took out my case, left the books in the car for the next day and settled down to a quiet glass of wine before an early night and a delicious 8 hours sleep.
I awoke refreshed and decided to tackle some paperwork in the morning and then relax in the afternoon with a walk along the cliffs and back along the beach. As low tide was mid-afternoon, this enabled me to walk all the way back along the beach. I set to and cleared a decent amount in the morning. After a light lunch, I dressed in shorts, walking shoes, T shirt and a light coat and set off for my walk. At the end of the cliff walk there is a small café and I grabbed table and settled down to coffee and cake - I'd earned it.
"May I join you as all the other tables are taken?" jolted me out of my reverie. I squinted into the sun and muttered a brief "yes, of course" and moved down the bench to let him sit down. I looked at him as he sat down, "mmm not bad", I thought. My new partner was tall, wiry, dark hair, and good looking.
"Are you walking back along the beach ... I saw you walk ahead of me along the cliff top and assumed you'd timed it for low tide?" "Yes, that's right. And you too?" "Yes that's the plan. I had a good cycle this morning and decided on a light walk this afternoon." We chatted easily about the walk, the sea, the blue sky: it was a perfect summer day.
"Come on, let's go or we might miss the tide." We left our eaten cake plates and empty coffee cups and walked down to the beach and the water's edge. John removed his shoes to walk through the incoming tide along the beach. "That's a good idea," I thought and followed suit. We sauntered along the beach, walking ankle deep through the seawater and chatted. The town was a smudge in the distant summer haze. I hadn't enjoyed a quiet stroll with a gorgeous man for a quite a long time, and I had some interesting horny thoughts as we walked back to the town, but knew nothing would happen.
"Right, I'm cooking tonight, and you can bring the wine," said John as we turned into my road. "My house is just around the corner, number 10, see you in an hour ... and bring red!" His confidence was very attractive. I hurried into our cottage and rushed into the shower. I was shaking as I showered! "Don't be silly," I lectured myself, "he's only being friendly." Still a few dabs of perfume, a lacy bra and knickers, new blouse and shortish skirt don't hurt. I sent a quick text to hubby, saying been working hard and now going to have a quick meal and then an early night, and then set off.
Just over an hour after we'd parted, I knocked on the door. "Push - it's open. I'm in the kitchen," John shouted from inside. "Fresh pasta - will that do?" "Wow, yes, that's lovely," I stammered, handing over the wine. John turned from his cooking, and looked me up and down, "Wow, well, you look gorgeous enough to eat. Mmmm, maybe later." John poured us both a glass of red wine, and I sat down and watched him cooking as we chatted.
We ate the pasta, washed down with red wine, followed by Tiramisu and Italian coffee. We cleared the dishes to the kitchen and I washed, and he dried. I was just washing the last dish when he dried his hands, leant in close, brushed my shoulder length wavy brown hair to one side and kissed my neck. Well my neck is always super-sensitive, and a bolt of electricity went straight to my pussy, which I have to say was feeling a little hot already. I groaned and time stood still as he kissed my neck. I put down the last dish, dried my hands on the towel, turned and grabbed his shoulders pulling him into a kiss; I opened my mouth and we drifted in to a deep passionate French kiss. God it felt good. My hands slowly ran down his back to his arse and pulled him close so that I could feel a large, interesting, bulge pushing into my stomach; I didn't want this to end.
John broke the kiss and reached up and started undoing my blouse buttons. "But, what ..." "These little beauties need some serious attention." I stood and watched as he opened by blouse, undid my bra and bent down to kiss my breasts. "Mmmm, nice ..." He nibbled on one brown nipple while rolling the other between thumb and finger; they responded by getting fully hard and sending another stab of lust down to my pussy.
By this time, I was breathing hard, my chest was flushed red, and I was more than a little flustered. John knelt down and slowly lifted my skirt and pushed my legs apart. I leant back with both hands on the surface to steady me. "Mmmm you smell gorgeous - good enough to eat." And he did - pulling my knickers to one side and licking my pussy lips. I had to hold his shoulders to stop collapsing forwards. John stood up, held my hand and wordlessly escorted me upstairs to the bedroom. I followed and, in a daze, watched as he undressed me.
He pushed me down onto the bed, knelt in front of me, pulled my knickers off and started licking my pussy again; my pussy was very wet and hot. He licked up my lips and then twirled around and around my clit. I groaned loudly and fell back on the bed grabbing his hair and pulling him close. He slipped a couple of fingers inside me, twisted and started rubbing me, while still licking my clit. Oh my god, my orgasm was rushing toward me like a train. Sometimes it seems to be always just out of reach, but today it powered towards me, over and right through me; I let out a scream as I came hard, grabbing the sheets and thrashing around until I could take no more and roughly pushed his head away.
I was lying on my side on the bed, breathing hard and almost sobbing as I came back down to earth; that was the best orgasm I'd had in a very, very long time. I turned and watched as John undressed and a very hard, very large, very thick cock came into view. I held out my hands to him and John knelt on the bed between my thighs, pushed his cock down to my pussy lips, looked me in the eyes and then ever so slowly pushed his hardness all the way into me. I grunted, and my hips thrust forward instinctively to make sure they had it all. John pushed a pillow under my hips, held me by the shoulders and slowly started fucking me. He was kneeling with his weight on his arms, and his cock was slowly pushing in and out of my pussy, while he nibbled my neck. Eventually he got hotter and started thrusting with more urgency. Suddenly he jerked forward hard and I could feel him coming deep inside me; this set me off again and I gasped as another mini-orgasm rocked through me.
We slumped down on to the bed, side by side, and he held my arse keeping his cock inside me as long as possible. "God, that was wonderful," he said between his heavy breathing, "you are one sexy woman." We whispered sweet nothings and he pulled the bedclothes over me, "you're staying here tonight." We drifted off to sleep arms locked around each other.
The sun filtered through the open curtains, and I awoke dreamily with a big smile cracking my face as I looked at the gorgeous man sleeping alongside me. I could feel last night's lovemaking inside me and I idly ran a hand through my bush as I slowly woke up. I got out of bed and padded towards the bathroom. "Where do you think you're going?" stopped me in my tracks. "Come back here, and see if I've something for you," he ordered. "You should always check." Flummoxed, I retraced my steps and sat on his side of the bed; he pulled my hand under the covers and onto his hardening cock. Wow, I ran my fingers up and down, and then started slowly pumping his cock, which by now was fully hard. "How do you want me?" he said, taking the words out of my mouth. I pushed him down into the middle of the bed, knelt straddling him, lifted his cock so its purple head was nestling against my pussy lips, and then looking him straight in the eye, I slowly sank down onto my prize. My pussy was fully wet, and he slid slickly inside me. A large shiver coursed through my whole body, and then I got to work humping him hard, hands on his shoulders. John reached up and tweaked my nipples and caressed my breasts. This was too much, I slowed down, sat up, eyes closed, and swirled my pussy round and around slowly on his cock, savouring the feeling. All too soon I could take no more and with a loud grunt, fell forward and started humping him hard as my orgasm rushed at me. I screamed again, my body shook, and my legs shot out straight, twitching as my orgasm flooded through me. Eventually I flopped down a deadweight on top of John.
His hardness told me he needed to come, so I knelt up on the bed, turned and presented my arse to him. He grabbed my hips, pushed his cock down to my very open pussy and thrust straight in. John set to fucking me hard; soon he grunted, stiffened and started pumping his cum deep inside me. He grabbed my hips and rolled us both down onto our sides on the bed, his cock still buried deep. "Now that's a good start to the day. You can shower now," he grunted.
I showered and dressed. "Where are my knickers?" "Don't know", he grunted, "see you tonight - I'm cooking again." "Oh, ok," I kissed him and left. Walking down the windy street, past early morning walkers with a short skirt and no knickers: a girl could catch a death of cold, I thought with a smile. If only they knew, I smiled to myself again. Half way down the street hubby rang: "just going for an early morning walk and then I'll set to my work ... yes, I went to bed early ... talk later." Well it was partly true! I didn't feel guilty at all, but I would have to make it up to him when he joined me at the weekend.
Breakfast, a pot of strong hot black coffee, and I set to work, desperately trying to ignore the warm feelings in my pussy - partly from our lovemaking and partly from anticipation for later. "Get a grip, girl," I admonished myself, "there's work to be done." I did settle down and got a substantial part of my work done; rushed through a quick lunch, and back to work. When I finally looked up, the clock was nearly 7. Mmm, just time to ring hubby, have a shower and a change, and then off for supper and hopefully more like last night, I smiled to myself. I dried myself and put on nice, new, tight jeans, and a blouse, grabbed a bottle of wine and I was ringing the doorbell just after half past.
"Come on up, the doors open," echoed down; I went in, dropped the latch and went upstairs to the living room. I pressed my hands against his chest and looked into his eyes; John gently held my cheeks and kissed me softly at first and then with increasing passion as his hands slipped down to hold my arse and pull me tight against him. "Let's have a wine outside and catch the last rays of the sun." We drifted outside and sat watching the sun dip towards the sea, sipping a lovely cold chardonnay.
"Right, I'll go and get supper - salmon, new potatoes and salad ok for you?" "Mmm, sounds lovely." I stretched out on the lounger, relaxing while this gorgeous man waited on me - perfect. John and I ate outside in the last of the sun, drinking the cold crisp white wine. I was feeling deliciously relaxed ... and horny. I could feel my pussy was warm and my knickers were damp.
"I'll wash and you can dry," we walked back inside with the plates. John washed, but after drying the first few plates, I couldn't stop myself putting my arms around his waist and resting my head on his shoulder. "Come on, let's go upstairs. I don't need a coffee," I murmured. John turned, smiled, and led me upstairs. He held my shoulders and kissed me, turning it slowly into a full, deep kiss: our tongues swirling around each other; holding each other tightly. He reached down and pulled my arse tight against him, so I was on tiptoe and nestling his hard cock against my warm pussy. He broke the kiss, "you're gorgeous ..." as he weighed my breasts in his hands and rolled my nipples in his fingers sending a stab of lust straight to my pussy. I sat down on the bed and reached forward to undo his belt and pulled his jeans and pants down. His hard, erect cock stuck straight up in front of me. I helped myself, lowering my lips over its glowing head and swirling my tongue around its top.
I started slowly bobbing my head, keeping my wet lips against the taut skin, licking the tip of his cock, and gently massaging his balls with my hand. "Fuck you do that well," he grunted. "Now its my turn," he said, kicking off his jeans, and pulling me up. He pulled my blouse out of my jeans, undoing my bra and letting my breasts fall forward. "Mmm tasty," as he bent forward and nibbled my nipples; first one then the other, while rubbing my pussy through my jeans. He undid my belt, pushing me down on the bed and pulling my jeans off. He knelt in front of me, and slowly pulled down my knickers. He held my arse and nuzzled into my pussy; "you smell delicious". I let my legs slip apart, giving him the opportunity to lick up and down my slit, opening my lips and letting some of my wetness seep out. He started licking around and around my clit, making me fall backwards as I turned to jelly.
"Come here, I need a good fucking," and I scrunched back onto the bed and held my arms out for him. John knelt between my legs and reached down to kiss me. While we were kissing he pushed his cock down to nestle in the entrance to my pussy. Then breaking the kiss and looking deep into my eyes he pushed his hips forward. I groaned deeply as he invaded and stretched me. John set to fucking me with long slow strokes of his hard cock. Delicious. My hand idly reached down and twirled my clit in time with his strokes. I was getting hotter and hotter, and my hand was rubbing more and more urgently. I stiffened, held my breath, and suddenly thrust my hips forward as I started coming hard. I grabbed John's arse and held him tight as I thrust against him, groaning into his shoulder. As I relaxed back down onto the bed, John grunted and thrust into me, squirting his cum deep into my pussy. We flopped down onto the bed, holding each other and breathing hard. "Oh my god, that was awesome, again," John said as he cuddled my back and pulled a sheet over us. "Mmmm, not bad ... thanks," I murmured and drifted off to sleep.
In the morning I woke first and stole my hand down under the covers to lightly grasp John's flaccid cock. I softly stroked it and it slowly responded until John murmured, "now that's an alarm clock they could sell!" John pushed me onto my back, and kissed my breasts, twirling my nipples in his mouth and the other one in his fingers. His hand stole down and drifted through my brown bush, pulling a finger up my lips which opened like a flower, dripping nectar. He took some of the nectar on his finger and slicked round and around my clit; slowly at first and then getting faster. I still had hold of his cock, but couldn't concentrate on it as the warm feelings in pussy got stronger and stronger. By now I was grunting in time with his rubbing. "Oh god, I'm going to cum ... don't stop ... yes, just there ... keep ... oh my ... fuck," and I came hard, grabbing his hand and pulling it against me, until I could take it no longer and pushed it away as I got too sensitive.
I clung onto his neck and hugged him tight, until my tummy stopped pulsating with my orgasm. I flopped back onto the bed, "now fuck me." John quickly rolled on top of me and his cock speared straight into my very wet pussy. He grabbed my shoulders and fucked me hard for only a few moments, until he stiffened, cried out and came hard inside me.
John rolled over getting his breath back, and I got out for a shower - I had more work to do. I dried and dressed. "Let's go for a walk along the beach this evening before eating," John said, "call round at 4 and we'll hit low tide nicely. If I've recovered by then" he laughed. I walked back to the holiday house, luxuriating in a just fucked feeling. I concentrated hard and finished my work just in time to call round at 4. "Come on or we'll miss the chance for tea and cake before walking back along the sands."
We walked back along the sands, hand in hand and talking. "My mother arrives tomorrow morning and so tonight is our last. She has ESP and so I won't be able to slip away; and then hubby and the kids arrive later." "That's alright, my wife flies in from New Zealand in a weeks' time after 3 months away working, and I'll need a rest before meeting her: she'll be most upset if you've tired me out!" "It's a shame it has to end, but it's been fun for a few days," I agreed. "Of course, she knows all about you!" I stopped, looked at him and gasped, "But..." "Well we are apart so much, and we both like sex, so we've agreed to indulge our tastes when we want to, so long as we tell each other everything."
After that bombshell, we chatted as we strolled, and soon got back to his house. I opened the wine, while John cooked. I gazed over at him and decided: what a wonderful fling, no regrets, but I won't be telling anyone either, and I must make it up to hubby this week. Plans laid, I sat out in the setting sun with John, eating supper and drinking another ice-cold white wine. The food, the wine, the sunset, but most of all the hunk opposite me, was getting me into another horny mood. We cleared the dishes into the kitchen, and sat finishing our wine with the last rays of the sun.
I walked over and knelt between his legs. Looking him in the eye, I undid his shorts, and pulled them down releasing his half erect cock. Mmmm, I grabbed my prize and slurped all around the head, and it quickly became fully hard and erect. I lowered my mouth over it as far as I could and slicked my lips up and down, as John started running his hands through my hair and breathing faster. Eventually "time for bed," he grunted, lifting me to my feet. I followed him upstairs, undressed and lay down on the bed, watching him taking his clothes off. I held my arms out, and he lay down in my arms. His cock unerringly found my pussy entrance, we both pushed and it slid easily into my slickness. "Please just fuck me," I murmured. John started to thrust into me slowly and firmly; I pulled a pillow under me and angled my pussy to put pressure on my clit. Oh my god, his long strokes were getting me going, and I started moaning loudly. "Oh fuck ... keep going ... I'm almost ... shit," I clung onto his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his arse as I spasmed on his cock. At the same time he thrust forward and came inside me: both of us thrashing on the bed and crying out. I lay in his arms as we slowly came down to earth and drifted off to sleep with his arms around me.
My mother was due the next morning, so I resolved to wake early - must have my last bit of fun before she arrives. The sun woke me, and I turned and helped myself, slowly rubbing him to full erection. All mine, so I swung my leg over him and impaled my hot pussy on its prize. A quick fuck this morning seemed right, so I set to humping him. Getting faster and faster, until I cried out, flopping down on John and coming deliciously on his hard cock. He still hadn't come, but was pushing upwards trying to get release. Time for breakfast I think, so I dismounted and holding his cock, lowered my lips over it head. I slicked up and down a few times, until he warned "I'm going to come!" Seconds later, his lovely cum spurted into my mouth, and I swallowed hard --- tasty!
Just as I lay back down, my phone pinged. "Hello darling. Made good time and am 20 minutes away. Have coffee ready." "Shit," I shouted, "my mother's nearly here." I leapt out of bed, scrambled my clothes on. "Don't know what to say, other than you're awesome and a real life saver. Bye darling," I kissed him and shot out of the front door. Rushed down the road, back to the house for a quick shower, did my teeth, roughed up the bedclothes, and was just sat at the breakfast table, when she knocked at the door. Phew.
What I hadn't see were the eyes watching me as I left John's house. More in part 2!
Sorry to my readers, for taking so long to write another story - too much work makes Jill a dull girl. Part 2 is written in my head and hope to post soon. xxx
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