[MF] [Cheating] I wasn’t going to London (part 1)

**If you just want to get to the sex, look for the first divider**

Monday morning. “Why you? Why is it always you?”, my girlfriend protested as I got out of her car at the train station.

“I’m the best they have at sorting this sort of shit out.”, I explained again as I pulled my suitcase from the boot. “I go down there, throw a few network cables about and I’ll be back before you know it. I don’t get paid the big bucks to turn these jobs down. I’ll be back on Wednesday night. You won’t even know I’m gone.”

“Fine. Just text me when you get to London.” I assured her I would, kissed her goodbye and walked towards the station to await my carriage.

I turned to watch her pull away and pulled the train ticket out of my pocket. I wasn’t going to London. I was headed north. I had a flight to catch. Hours later, I landed at Catania-Fontanarossa Airport – in Sicily.

It had been two months since I last had sex. As my drive has peaked, it seems on the other side of the bed, it’s in a trough. I began to play on Kik and Snapchat, and I found a regular friend on the latter with whom I wanked off almost every night as she sent snaps of fingers working in and out of her pussy, hands on her tits and breathless demands for me to cum in, on or all over just about every inch of her body or hole she had available.

Somehow, during a particularly intense video chat one night, we’d agreed we should meet (the things horny people say when they’re edging, right?). Stranger still, we’d agreed I should follow her to Sicily, where she’d just gone on holiday. Hell of a distance to go to scratch an itch, but this girl was going to be worth it. I’d “done” more with her in the first week of our Snapchat “friendship” than I’d done with my frigid partner in 10 years. A partner who, after all this time, couldn’t masturbate in front of me and claimed she never did it anyway. A partner who didn’t swallow my cum. A partner who couldn’t tell me what she wanted me to do, or any form of dirty talk at all.

I simply needed to quietly make some travel arrangements, invent a cover story (not difficult, given that my job frequently sends me on client site visits anyway) and find my passport. Given how long it had been since I last needed it, the final bullet of this list was actually the hardest to complete.

I’d remained calm on the train, in the air and on the coach. As we rounded the final corner and her hotel came into view, I suddenly began to feel very nervous. What if real life couldn’t match up to the Snaps we’d shared? What if I couldn’t last? What if she was as nervous as me and this all goes horribly wrong? I managed to cajole my slightly shaky hands into unlocking my phone and letting her know that the coach was just parking. She’d arrived the day before. The views she’d sent to tease me were breathtaking – even when she wasn’t in the frame.

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“Room 109. Door’s unlocked. Knock twice on your way in.” As my phone lit up, time slowed down. Each step felt like it took seconds, stretching out to minutes as I climbed the stairs. At one point I became convinced I was going to begin moving backwards through time, and as I lifted my hand to knock on the door of room 109, the knot in my stomach was so tight it could be officially endorsed by the Boy Scouts.

The door swung a little as I knocked. I pushed it open the rest of the way, and then closed it behind me as I entered the room. The L-shaped room had a slightly ajar door off to one side which I figured was the bathroom, and the bed against the wall at the end. A half-full bottle of wine sat open on the bedside table, alongside a glass which still had a mouthful left in it. It looked like only one glass had been drunk. An unzipped suitcase sat with a rather fetching bra peeking out from the opening, against the opposite wall. Everything was here – everything, that is, except her.

I began to wonder if she’d had second thoughts and hidden elsewhere in the hotel until I got the message and left. With my back to the bathroom, I neither saw nor heard as she slid with assassin-like silence out of there and across to the room door. I heard the lock click into place and span around. She stood before me now, in only a hotel robe. Eyes that, until this point, had only met on Snapchat, now stared hungrily at each other in real life.

Without breaking eye contact, she pulled the robe away and it fell in a heap to the floor. She was wearing nothing underneath. A body that was previously only visible on a 4 inch screen now stood actual size in front of me, every bit as incredible as the pictures had promised.

I don’t know how long we stood there as I wordlessly drank her in. In my dazed state I almost didn’t register as she paced towards me, pulled my face towards hers with her hands and locked me into a deep, passionate kiss the likes of which I had never experienced before. My nerves melted away as my hands began to wander, feeling the smooth skin as I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, before reaching behind to squeeze her shapely ass cheeks in each hand. Her arms locked around my neck, and the only sounds either of us could make as our tongues wrestled were soft moans.

After what felt like long enough that I should leave for my return flight, she broke the kiss. Her hands ran down my sides as she dropped, slowly, to her knees and began to unbutton my jeans. As she did so, her hand brushed over the prominent bulge that had formed during our greeting. Her hand wound it’s way through the gap in my boxer shorts and, for the first time, I felt it on my cock as she pulled it out. Her warm breath excited me and I twitched involuntarily as blood continued to reroute from elsewhere.

Her head moved slowly forward to meet mine. As her lips began to part to accept me, she looked up. I could do nothing except stare back as my cock slowly disappeared into her mouth. Her rhythm was slow at first, as she sucked the tip with her mouth while using her hand to stroke the remainder. I moaned softly, and ran my fingers through her hair.

Her pace gradually quickened. I felt her moan onto my cock and the vibrations sent me to another planet entirely. Then she took her hand away and, a second later, my whole self was in her mouth. Her nose bounced against my pubic bone as she sloppily went back and forth and I knew I couldn’t hold on like this. My head rolled back, my eyes closed tight, my fingers clenched into fists, pulling at her hair as they did so. I got worried this would hurt but she just moaned again – this time with my full six inches in her mouth. I tried to think about all the times I’d argued at this point with my girlfriend about where I would finish, hoping it would slow me down. No dice. I felt the point of no return approaching. I tried to warn her but I couldn’t form complete words.

“Mmmm. Cum…. I’m…. mmmmin… g… FUUUUUCK!”. She’d figured out for herself what was about to happen, and responded simply by moaning over and over as her mouth worked to bring the load from me. It exploded as if propelled by gunpowder, shooting against the back of her throat. Rope after rope of thick load shot into her eager mouth as I struggled to stand upright. She pulled me out long enough to let a spurt hit her in the face then hungrily sucked me back in to receive my remainder.

Finally I was done. She pulled away and my still at least semi-hard cock popped out of her mouth. She rose again, pulling my shirt off as she went. We were both naked now. As she returned to a standing position, her face inches from mine, she ran a finger across her cheek, collecting the cum I’d shot onto her face, and sucked it into her mouth with a smile. We kissed again, and I could taste what I’d done on her lips and tongue, but I was too aroused to worry I was tasting myself. There was nothing left on her tongue either way, having been swallowed on her way back to standing up.

My cock stirred again and wedged between her legs. She rocked back and forth and I realised I was rubbing against her soaked pussy. We let this continue for another minute or two as she rubbed herself against me, before I knew I could wait no longer to return the favour.

As we kissed, I gradually walked her backwards until she fell against the edge of the bed and landed on her back. Her legs went into the air as she fell and I caught them and held them there as I took my turn to drop to my knees. She scooted to the edge of the bed, and her glistening pussy was close enough to touch. I ran a finger between her lips and received a soft moan of approval in return. I bent my finger and slowly worked it inside her, taking my time to explore. I worked myself up to a good speed and added a second finger. Her moans were becoming more frequent now, and she bucked her hips in time with my thrusts.

I inched my face forward, and tasted her for the first time. It was as intoxicating as any liqueur, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I buried myself between her thighs. My free hand traced up her stomach and chest before coming to rest on her left breast. I ran a finger across her rock hard nipple, and glanced up to see her hand taking care of her right side.

Fingers and tongue worked in unison inside and out until the moans became screams and the hip rocking became erratic. The hand that previously played with her breast was now down working around mine, rubbing her clit or finger fucking herself if I removed mine. I slowed myself down to pull her back from the brink. Her fingers found my hair this time, and simply held me in place. There was to be no edging tonight. As my tongue danced across her clit, she came. A torrent of moans, screams, broken swear words and gasps came forth from one set of lips as I pleasured the others. Every time I thought she was finished, it would begin again. Eventually she came down from her final orgasm, and it was her turn to pull me in for a kiss that would allow her to taste a job well done.

She lay back and I climbed on top. The break had hopefully given me enough time to recharge for a second round. That I was once again rock hard felt like a good sign. I kissed her deeply as I guided myself into her and she sighed at the initial penetration. She was as tight as she’d teased on Snapchat. My cock wouldn’t win awards, but I could still feel her grip all around me as we fucked.

We went like this for a while, the air filled with sighs, moans and the lip smacking of passionate kissing. She came again and her impossibly tight pussy somehow got tighter. She was holding me so tight inside her I almost couldn’t move.

My second load of the night was building as we continued. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact I wasn’t wearing a condom and I was equally conscious of the fact that we hadn’t discussed how this was going to go beforehand.

I breathed a warning. “Cumming. Soon.” Her eyes were glazed, as if she were elsewhere. Her breathing shallow and her moans guttural. I almost didn’t hear her when she managed to whisper back “inside”.

“Safe?” I responded, half unwilling to spoil the moment but half aware of the potential consequences if the answer was no. Her initial response was non-verbal. Just as she had done when I went down on her, she began to buck her hips to match my thrusts. This added sensation only drew the inevitable closer. She moaned, and again gasped “inside. please.”.

The pleading tone, the situation, and the sensations caressing my cock as I rocked in and out sapped me of any remaining willpower. With one, final, primal almost-roar I pushed forward hard, burying myself as deep as I could, and let go. This second load somehow felt as large and intense as the one she’d earlier taken down her throat. As I filled her, her gasps and moans intensified and I felt a clenching and tightening around my cock, milking the final drops from me. As I came, she followed.

For a minute there was nothing to be heard but heavy breathing. I recovered enough energy to pull myself free, took a moment to watch as my cum began to leak back out of where I’d filled her, and rolled across to the other side of the bed. My cock shone with the combination of our juices, and she took it upon herself to gently clean them off with her mouth. I was still a little sensitive but not so much that I needed to stop her.

Finally she lay down next to me, turned to face me, and one of us managed to say something that wasn’t formed from breathless gasps or random syllables. A smile played across her face as she said, simply, “I’m so glad we did this”. I kissed her – gently, this time – and simply confirmed that I, too, was happy I was here. Naked and soaked in sweat, we fell asleep with me spooning into her from behind.

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My notifications were off the chart as I woke up the following morning. Missed calls and text messages from my girlfriend flooded the screen. She was angry. Very angry. I thumbed sleepily through them – mostly demands (at 4 in the morning, mind you) for me to call her, and, I suppose rightly, accusing me of all manner of relationship sins, until I found one which jolted me wide awake.

“You didn’t tell me you’d arrived, so I used Find My Friends. Why the *fuck* does it say you’re in Sicily?”

*To be continued…?*

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