[MF] Hooking up with an American tourist in the UK

Ever get those periods in life where when it comes to the opposite sex, everything just seems to go your way?

**Summer Heat**

July. The scorching sun was melting pale British skin everywhere. The football world cup was on and every man, woman and child wanted to watch England v Colombia. It didn’t matter what part of the UK you were from. English? Well of course you wanted to watch England win. Scottish, Irish or Welsh? Well of course you wanted to watch England get beat. I had planned to meet a group of friends at one of the city’s beer gardens to watch the game. I wasn’t working this particular day so by mid afternoon I was getting bored waiting for everyone else to clock off work. I had a beer. Then another. Then decided to head to my local pub. Where I live it is all new riverside development, the area is still gentrifying shall we say, so my local was actually the pub attached to a hotel. It was great for people watching, if a little pricy.

**American woman, stay away from me. Or not.**

I was on a roll when it came to picking up women this summer. The confidence was oozing out of me and it seemed I could do no wrong. I thought I had a shot with any woman I tried with, so when I walked into the bar and seen a 40 something blonde sitting at the bar I took a seat close to her. She was 45 max and I didn’t care that she was potentially 15 years older. She was wearing a nice (short) red and white summer dress with vertical stripes that showed off her legs and a little thigh tattoo in spectacular fashion, heeled summer sandals, Ray Ban Sunglasses tucked in to her hair, dressed as if she was 20 years younger. She pulled the look off well. I was about to make my move but she done it for me.

“So why are you in sitting in here on such a nice day” she asked me.

“Oh an American accent?” I replied. “Why are YOU sitting in your hotel on such a nice day, wasting your holiday away ?” I said smiling with my jokingly sarcastic question flip.

It was here I learned a lot of information about my bar neighbour. I learned her name was Katie. I learned Katie was 42. I learned that Katie was on holiday with her husband and two daughters. I learned that Katies daughters had ditched them, being 18 and 20 they were allowed to legally go out to bars in the UK. I learned that Katies husband was being a total bore and went for an afternoon nap that she knew would turn into him not moving for the rest of the night. I learned that Katie had grand plans to go visit lots of sites and wanted a good vantage point of the city but had been ditched by everybody. What I learned was that Katie could talk for Britain (or America) and if you pointed a radar detector at her mouth it would probably get a speeding ticket.

“Katie, you need a strong drink, what do you want?”

And so Katie and I hit it off, we laughed and joked for what felt like 20 minutes and a couple of drinks, that actually turned out to be 3 hours. Sofia, the girl behind the bar recognised me as a regular.

“Sorry but we are having to close the bar this evening for a private function. You are welcome to use the members lounge on the top floor if you wish.”

I passed. I had been in the members lounge. Its boring and dull.

**Come on over to my place**

“Well Katie, looks like you’ve got three options.

One, you can go back upstairs and join the nap club with your husband. Two, you can join my friends and me for football in the city. Three, you can follow me and I will show you the good vantage point of the city you were looking for.”

“Oh I really can’t venture too far incase my husband wakes up.”

“Option two then, follow me” I said lightheartedly, making the decision for her.

We leave and I start walking towards my apartment (which does have nice views), she asks where we are going and I tell her.

“Ahh, I shouldn’t do this, I am married you know?”

“It’s fine, we are just going to have a drink and check the views out… And maybe have some kinky sex” I say in jest.

She laughs at me and continues walking along. We’re both between tipsy and drunk and continuing our conversations from the bar. When we get into my apartment I pour us drinks as Katie stands close by. I look up and we catch each others eye. I go to kiss her and push her against the kitchen island. Her tongue finds its way down my throat.

“Ohhhh, you’re so cute but I can’t do this, I’m married” Katie sighs. She didn’t move away though so I go back in to kiss her. She kisses me back hard before pulling away again.

“I really can’t” she says before gathering her bag and heading towards my door.

I throw myself onto my couch feeling a bit dejected with an untended hardon. She stops before she gets to the door and asks me what I want with an “old chick” like her. I tell her I think she hot as fuck and I want a goodbye kiss at least. She walks back toward me and I get up to kiss her again. I direct her toward my couch and she sits down on it. I stand over her and pull my hard cock out. I tell her she should take me in her mouth. She grabs my shaft, begins to tug and kisses the tip.

“Take me in your mouth then you can go kiss your husband and let him know you got some attention elsewhere tonight.”

“Oh my god you’re so bad” she tells me.

I run my fingers through her hair and guide her mouth on to my dick. She sucks and tugs at me for a few minutes. I get down on my knees, push her dress up and slide her panties off. I kiss up her legs, tease her slit then eat her like she has the best tasting pussy ever.

“Oh this is so baddd” Katie moans.

I stop just short of her cumming, move up for a kiss and help her undress. She pulls me in and my cock slides inside her dripping pussy. I begin by thrusting slowly. She is spread out on my couch and the angle is perfect to start pounding hard. I feel the warmth and tingling sensation from my balls to the head of my dick. I am gearing up to cum but again she stops me.

“I really shouldn’t be doing this.”

Again I throw myself onto the couch next to her. Frustrated this time. She is breathing heavily. I put one arm around her and play with her pussy with my other hand. We begin kissing again. Heavy.

“Ok maybe you can put it in me a little more” she says through heavy breaths.

Katie climbs on me, grabs my cock and slides right down on top of it. She wraps her arms around me and starts grinding. I grab her ass with both hands and help her ride me as she kisses and pushes her head against me. I tell her I’m going to cum. She rides harder and faster.

“I’m gona cum!” I say more frantically this time thinking she hasn’t heard me.

“Uh huhh” she moans.

I unload spurt after spurt of cum inside her. Both of us catch our breath and Katie checks her phone. She realises her husband is wondering where she is and tells me she has to get back. I offer to walk her back to the hotel.

“You gave me a nice souvenir to take away with me” Katie tells me as we approach the hotel.

My mind is still blown from the sex we just had and I look at her a little confused.

“Your cum is dripping into my panties.” She smiles mischievously, tip toes a little to kiss me on the cheek. “Goodbye handsome, thanks for a good evening.”

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