I was invited at the last minute to a literary festival (Hay-on-Wye, in case anyone is wondering) several years ago, along with my sort-of-girlfriend at the time (we’ll call her Sara). The invitation was from a couple I knew from university, one half of who was contributing to one of the events happening there. Another couple had dropped out and there was a spare room in the cottage they’d hired for the week. It was a no-brainer, a good chance for us to get away and sample some high-brow culture for free.
We drove separately to our friends a day after they’d arrived. When we got there, we were both surprised to meet another girl, Kristina, who would be staying with us. She was alone, her boyfriend left behind due to work commitments. Kristina was friendly and hot. We hit it off straight away. I’d always had a thing for blondes. Softly spoken and slightly ditzy, it was immediately tricky to work out if she was flirting or just friendly.
Sara honestly didn’t mind too much. We had a pretty loose ‘relationship’ of sorts going on. Truth is, we were glorified fuck-buddies. We were open enough to talk about some of our conquests (though some conversations evoked a little jealousy from one of us or the other) and had, by that time, a couple of threesomes with one of Sara’s various ‘special friends’.
Sara and I didn’t see too much of the others over that first couple of days but on the third or fourth day, we’d decided to attend a few events all together. I sat next to Kristina during a couple of sessions and we had plenty of time to talk. In-between, we were all getting drinks and sitting in the sunshine, enjoying slowly getting sloshed. Kristina was pretty tipsy and her hand found its way to my thigh a few times, mainly when I’d made her laugh. Sara noticed, of course, and thought it was hilarious.
“*You can shag her if you like,”* she said to me in bed that night. I got my hopes up for a potential threesome but this was swiftly rejected. “*She’s not my type and I don’t get any vibes from her. She clearly likes you though…”.* There were lots of reasons Sara and I wouldn’t work out but, credit to her, she called it as she saw it. We turned out the light and I spent the best part of the next hour licking and fingering Sara’s pussy before slipping myself inside of her and filling her with cum. I lied when she asked me afterwards if I’d been thinking of Kristina. She wasn’t convinced.
I didn’t have a plan as such but the next night I spotted an opportunity and decided to see how far I could take it. Sara decided to stay at the cottage rather than come down to the pub for a drink, as had become our custom after leaving the festival site. It was a 5 minute walk from the cottage, east to stumble back to. The couple who invited us all headed off after only an hour or so, as they happened upon some other friends and went off to join them. Kristina and I were invited but I said I was going to have one more drink as I wanted to get back to check on Sara. Kristina decided to stay with me. The couple left.
It was on.
Kristina liked cider. **Really** liked it. We actually stayed for a couple more drinks in fairly quick succession but then I slowed us down. I didn’t want her too drunk not to know what was going on. I was enjoying making her laugh. Her hand found its way back to my thigh. Each time it seemed to linger a little longer. One time she caught me looking down and removed it. Her face was flushed when I looked back up and she looked away for a moment. The pub was very busy. Nobody really paid us much attention to us sitting in one corner when we eventually kissed. It was a long kiss. Not slow either. Urgent. Lips smacking. The kind of kiss that made my dick start to get hard. It lasted quite a while.
The bell rang for last orders. There was a rush for the bar. I suggested we head off. Kristina didn’t say anything, just nodded and put her cardigan on.
The cottage was close if we took a route round the back of the village, through a small path between two fields. I wanted to be out with her for a little longer though. She linked arms with me as I suggested we walk through the village instead, knowing we’d have a longer path home at the end.
We stopped at a small snicket between a cottage and a shop on the high street and I said we should see what was at the other side. Kristina smiled and was happy for me to lead the way. It led to another alley running parallel to the main street, behind all of the buildings. Ideal. I knew I wanted to take control and turned to kiss Kristina again. She reciprocated. This time, our hands were running over each others bodies over our clothes.
We ended up together with her back against a low cobble-stoned wall. I lifted her up slightly and sat her on it. She loved that. I continued to kiss her, her sitting, me standing and working to expose her chest. The cardigan was opened and pulled down first, closely followed by the straps of her dress. Her bra unhooked quickly and revealed a beautiful pair of firm tits, light-pink nipples already hard. I bent down to suck each one in turn, listening to Kristina moan softly. She had to be getting wet. I pulled her long, loose dress up her legs and exposed a pair of perfectly plain white panties. She lifted her bum a little to help me get them down to her ankles. Her soft downy bush, extending down her lips, hid the creamy cum that gave away how turned on she was. My fingers ran between her lips, then traced their shape before finding her hard clit and beckoning it with a solitary finger.
Kristina opened her legs wider. Her moans, though muffled, got louder. I was so busy exploring her pussy and pushing my tongue against hers that I barely noticed she’d freed my cock until she started wanking it roughly in the cool night air. This was not enjoyable for me: her technique was awful. Thankfully she didn’t do it for too long, stopping suddenly as she shuddered and leaned back from me, her brows furrowed and eyes closed, her whole body tensing as her mouth opened into a perfect ‘O’.
After several seconds she was done and down on her knees on the rough ground, ready to take my dick into her mouth. She had to adjust though, I suppose because the ground wasn’t very comfortable on her knees, and squatted instead, holding her lips firm as she took almost the full length of my cock each time she bobbed her head. This was a sloppy blowjob and she had to stop several times as she accidentally took me too deep and gagged. Still, every time she would start again, pushing my foreskin back with her lips then pushing further forward as far as she could manage. It was good head but I knew I was going to struggle to finish: maybe it was the beer. I pulled back and took my dick in hand, telling her to suck on my balls. She got stuck in straight away, gently licking my sac while I tugged on my cock.
My panting gave away that I was about to cum and she got her lips close to my tip just a little too late. My cum splashed against her mouth and chin, with a little going up her nose. Kristina managed to catch a little in her mouth but the majority had left her in a real state.
We began to clean up. I was actually really annoyed at myself for my lack of self-control. I was so turned on I’d opted to cum as soon as possible instead of taking my time and perhaps fucking her. She flashed the odd smile as she tidied herself up, tissues from her bag being used to wipe off most of the evidence. She stood up and, after she pulled her knickers up and put her tits away, gave me a small peck on the lips. She was unusually quiet on the way home, though she did want to hold my hand.
“*Sorry about that. I think we got a bit carried away but a blowjob’s not that bad, is it? It’s not proper cheating or anything…”.* I vaguely agreed. I was trying to keep my options open for doing it again. She mentioned she was worried what Sara would think if she found out. I might have said it was fine, as I knew Sara had slept with other people and it was just something people sometimes did.
Turns out it was not to be. Kristina left slightly earlier than planned after another couple of days and I never saw her again. We were friends on social media by then and I noticed, about a month later, she split with her boyfriend. A couple of years later and they were back together. Good on them.
I told Sara all about what happened with Kristina. Actually, I whispered it to her while she was on top of me, one of my fingers in her ass, my other arm holding her down and pulling her hair gradually tighter until she came, her pussy gushing onto my thighs and soaking the bed below us.
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