This is a repost from another account that got shadowbanned for some inexplicable reason. If it gets love there’s more where this came from.
Also, this is just part 1, because the app is telling me I can’t post this many characters (did that change?).
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I work in in a creative field as a consultant, and I’ve reached a fair amount of success, to where today, a couple years shy of 40 I make very good money, work on global projects and travel a lot. It’s a little hard to relate to for me, because all I do is just make stuff up, putting words on paper basically is it.
A couple of years ago I had to go to a big conference with a client. This one was at a big beach resort in Italy, the kind of place that was built to look beautiful in pictures, but that after just a few years of use is a little depressing in reality, where the materials just don’t age well, and the staff have gotten tired of exactly the type of big-group events that this conference represented. I, being part of the “global team” was there to present to another 150 or so representatives from around the world. Most of the people in this smaller group I knew, but a few were new. Among them, a French girl, Sandrine. She was a few years younger than me, right around the 30 mark, lived in the UK, and had the cutest French accent. She made a reserved, very professional impression – she was new to the client and probably didn’t feel all at home with the weird premise of spending almost a week at this resort in the middle of nowhere with all these “super important” people.
There was something about her that I just liked. She picked up on my subtle sarcasms about the situation we were in with a slight smile. She was pretty in a “good girl” way, neat, shoulder length, pitch black hair that framed a smooth, pale, oval face with big, intense, dark brown eyes and some freckles. A quirk was that her upper lip was quite thin while the lower one much fuller, but her pale skin made her lips glow dark red, even with the minimal makeup she was wearing, and her smile, while rare, really glowed. Her strict, tasteful on the verge of boring, business attire hinted at a thin waist and a solid round ass at the top of her long legs. Over the first day after we got there I got that vibe a stolen glance here, a bigger-smile-than-the-joke-warranted there gives you, and I wanted to find out more.
Over the next couple of days, I learned that she lived with her boyfriend, took her job and career very seriously, and that my dry ironies could make her laugh. I got the sense that my boyish Harry Potter meets Orlando Bloom face, and full head of wavy hair got to her, so I started making sure that my shirtsleeves were rolled up, showing off my climber’s forearms, and to be in her field of vision for the long waiting hours, listening to monotonous talk over soul-killing powerpoints. Whenever we ended up next to each other, I took every chance to whisper little comments, with increasingly risqué jokes about the people around us, like the tramp stamp that peeked between the trouser and sweater of a lady client, or the perversions of overweight older men at the conference that I dreamed up. Every one got her giggling in the cutest way, which in turn got me tingling with anticipation, and when I could feel that familiar swelling in my groin, I made sure to subtly provide a view of my bulge. Feeling her eyes wander, I just wanted to grab her and turn her bad, but even though I was pretty sure she was feeling it too, her restrained personality made me careful. After all, it was good fun to just think of her fantisizing about me.
The second to last day before everyone was leaving was my big day, with three major presentations in front of the audience. Presenting ideas to big crowds is quite a rush, that really can make you feel like a rock star, all eyes on you and only your eloquence between you and getting to do the project, as well as a big chunk of change. I managed to do really well, and the applause made me feel like a king. Between the presentations and buses leaving for the big closing party planned for the night at a separate beach, we had a few hours. I did that backwards “let’s get outta here” nod at Sandrine, and met her outside the hall. “We’re having drinks before we leave. Go get ready for the party and meet me at the bar outside.”, I told her, still high from my performance. At first she just smiled, but then added an awkward “I’ll see if anyone wants to join.” She was probably starting to worry what might happen.
I was quick to change, as I just had to get into a fresh white shirt and my suit. Still, she showed up at the bar right after my first sip of beer, in a light blue 50’s style dress, with a tight top, almost prudish décolletage, and a wide, knee-high skirt portion. She looked like a doll, and the way the top hugged her waist and her bosom, showing off her pale freckled skin, glued my eyes to her. She sat down at an angle to me. What followed probably looked very innocent to an onlooker, but my god it was intense. When my eyes didn’t meet hers, they were tracing her body or watching her gaze wander over me, as we were passing innuendoes in a chat about life, love and just anything.
After a while, people started showing up, and we drifted into the professional mingle, before we got on the bus. At the “fancy” beach bar where we ended up, I got stuck chatting with the clients, who were quite excited with the success of the day, and my boredom combined with the high from the day led to a lot of drinking. I lost track of Sandrine, and after a while, they set up a DJ system and started playing Euro dance, crazy loud. The absurdity of the situation, a bunch of 150 or so middle-aged execs jerkingly dancing on a random beach, and my drunkenness on top of that, felt surreal. After a while I spotted a group that looked really out of place. They were much younger than everyone else, and they looked like locals. Among them was a very hot girl, about 20 or so, with long curly hair and all dressed up, who met my gaze and kind of lingered, and in my slightly high-on-life state I just walked right up to her and blurted “Hey, you’re really pretty!” over the loud music.
What happened next was completely unexpected, as she just flung her arm around my neck and started kissing me. It didn’t take me much to go with the flow, but luckily I was sane enough to pull her to the side where we weren’t right in the center of attention (after all, this was a professional setting). In the corner where we ended up I felt her hands running through my hair, down my chest, all while she was thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I felt her body through the thin fabric of her tight dress, and god she felt good. Before long I was grabbing her hair and she was grinding pretty heavily against me. I realised that even though we were mostly out of sight, what I was doing was completely out of line. “Want to go down to the beach?” was the second thing I said to her.
Walking casually with her through the crowd was exhilarating, guys in ill-fitting suits gaping at how hot she was, while she just followed me blindly. Thinking back, I can’t really believe it actually happened. By now it was pretty much pitch black outside, and just a short walk got us to the beach chairs they had laid out for the day business. Looking back to the party, I judged no one could see us, even though we were just 50 meters or so from a group sitting in the sand. I tried chatting a little, but her English made that nearly impossible, as well as how she was tugging me closer. The kissing was so good, she responded to every move almost like we were dancing, and as I slid my hands over her body she pressed herself into me at every moment. She was wearing a wrap-around dress, and moaned as my hand slid under the fabric, over her skin, cupping a taut breast through her sheer bra. Feeling her stiff nipple running under my thumb got me kissing my way down her neck, taking her smooth skin into my mouth. I pushed her dress and bra to the side, and finally got her nipple between my lips, pressing it playfully with my tongue against my teeth, and I could hear her gasp and how her breathing got heavier. By now I was rock hard and had very little self-control left, so I pushed one of her legs off the chair, spreading them, got my free hand up to her panties and just slid under them. I could feel a downy patch of hair as my fingers traced their way down and slid into her pussy. She was so wet that I could slide my fingertips freely and explore all of her, gently squeeze her swollen clit between my fingers as I slid them back and forth in a slow rhythm.
More than anything in the world just then, I wanted her in my mouth. So I looked up at her just as I let a finger slide inside her, slowly pulled it out and put it in my mouth with a smile. She just stared at me and said something to the effect of “no one’s ever done that” in her broken English. I had heard that eating pussy is frowned upon in Italy before, but had dismissed it as a macho thing to say more than a reality. Obviously that got me even more eager, so I hooked her panties with my thumbs and lifted her hips while I slid them off. A quick look around made me a little nervous even though no one seemed to be watching us, but at the same time just more excited. I stopped to just take in the beauty of her little bush of thin light brown hair, and how she was open and glistening with wetness in the faint light, before I sank my lips over it, taking all of her pussy in my mouth. Feeling her labia against the sides of my tongue, how her wetness trickled over my tongue, as I licked her from her opening up between her swollen lips, her swollen clit sliding over my tongue, got me into what felt like a trance. There was just my lips, her taste, my tongue in all the universe. My rhythm came naturally from pushing against her moving hips, trying to get her deeper into my mouth, and I wrapped my arms firmly around her thighs so my hands could feel her smooth stomach, pulling her against me. Looking up at her face, seeing what I was doing to her, was heaven.
“Heya, mate!” suddenly broke the spell. A Brit that I’d worked with the last few years was just a couple steps behind us, and as I looked up at him I saw a slight grin across his drunken face. “Hey! How are things mate?” I cockily replied, turning back to the girl. He sauntered on back to the party, but I was back in reality. I wanted so badly to make her orgasm, but now she was embarrassed, and we moved down into the sand, hiding behind the chair between us and the party. “You taste crazy good”, I whispered before I kissed her, tracing a finger between her breasts down over her dress. Being on the slightly damp sand made moving around harder, so repositioning myself back to what I was doing was less than elegant. For the first time I heard her giggle. I finally got her back in my mouth, and again felt her taste take me over. But now the fucking sand started getting in my mouth, more and more with every sweet long stroke. I tried controlling it, but it quickly got very uncomfortable, so I had to try and spit it out, saying “Want to go back to my hotel?” I’m not sure she understood, anyway she looked a bit devastated, and sat up. After we’d straightened our clothes as best we could, we walked back to the party, with me clumsily trying to convince her to leave with me. She just said “no, no”, suddenly shy, and pulled away toward her friends. That was probably for the better, as I realised I had no idea how we’d be able to leave the place with no taxis anywhere near and the bus not leaving for at least another hour, plus I felt a weird drunken sobriety setting in from being yanked out of the moment.
Back at the party, once I started to get back in the mood courtesy of a new stiff drink, knowing I had pussy all over my face, being able to look over and see her with her friends in the distance and lick my lips to taste her again, I felt radiant. I danced and drew a crowd, smiled and joked, got more “mistake” touches from the girls (and, um, ladies) around me than ever before. When it was time to get on the bus, I finally found Sandrine, and fell into a chat like we’d just left each other. On the bus, next to her, it was so easy to push the jokes home, light that smile of hers, unflinchingly tell her how hot I thought she was while my eyes met hers. My hand found her thin, muscular neck, and I played slowly with her hair as we small talked our way back to the hotel. In the lobby, I got my key first, turned to her and said “Come to my room?” I could see a flash of hesitation in her eyes, before she just said “Yes.”
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Edit: rest of the story in comments below, 4 pets total. Sorry about the messed up order.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7rq7ap/fm_fm_sandrine_the_shy_french_girl_or_the_night_i
I’ll just put the rest here, part 2:
We snuck there quickly, making sure no one saw us, and once inside, looking at her in the dim light from a table lamp, an incredible wave of desire came over me. She started to babble about how she had a boyfriend, but her smiling look told me not to hold back. I just grabbed her hair by the base of her neck, pulled her hard against me, and kissed her. I wanted her tongue against mine more than anything, and feeling her shift from hesitant to almost violent in just a couple of seconds was exciting beyond belief. I knew I had her, I knew I could bring out the devil in her, I knew I could do whatever I wanted to her. Her tongue turned strong in my mouth, pushing deeper, while I explored hers, controlling the motion with my steady grip on her hair. I pulled her head back while she strained to hold it straight, and kissed, licked and bit her neck. The way she fought my control was exhilarating. She let out an “Oh, God” as her dress’ zipper went down, exposing her in some quite modest lingerie. I shoved her onto the bed, and just took in her glorious body while I unbuttoned my shirt. I don’t even know where to start describing her. Her shy, excited, deer-in-the-headlights stare, her black hair flowing over the pillow, her slender neck and shoulders, her smooth, pale, freckled skin, her perfect proportions, how her dark green bra framed her breasts, how her flat stomach flowed into the perfect curve of her thin waist, further into wide, round hips, down her long legs with beautifully thick thighs and slim calves, the way her panties hugged her groin, every detail and the wonderful whole just sent shivers down my spine.
It was a struggle to not just grab her and ram myself into her, but through the haze of the moment I realised that I had the opportunity to make this a long feast for myself. I straddled her, still in my suit pants, and she started nervously touching my way too obvious bulge. I wasn’t even aware of how hard I was until then, and her touch through the fabric made me even more confident. I grabbed her wrist and held her down, saying “not yet”, before I started kissing her neck just behind her ear. The lust I felt in that moment as I breathed in the scent of her hair was so hard to fight back, biting and licking her neck, down her chest. There was a struggle as she fought to get her lips on me, I could feel her strength while keeping in control. I got a hand around her back and unclasped her bra, revealing a glorious pair of tits, with stiff, perky, tiny nipples crowning a perfect round shape that only barely fit in my hand. I grabbed them both, held them together, and pushed her down as I licked them, tracing the underside up across her nipples, taking them in my mouth, sucking and biting, pressing them close together to get both nipples at the same time, running my tongue back and forth, sliding them between my teeth. I suddenly realised she was struggling a little less, so I slid one hand up over her throat, holding her down, while with the other made its way across her stomach, over her panties, a nipple still in my mouth. I could feel how her groin radiated warmth, and slowly started massaging her mound.
She had her head turned to the side, eyes closed, and was so beautiful, but as I started kissing and licking my way down her stomach, she suddenly started writhing, trying to sit up, pressing against my hand on her throat, grabbing me to hold me back, saying “what are you doing?!”. I looked up, and my eyes met hers, smiling as I pushed her down, pressing my leg in between hers, slightly forcefully pushing them apart. I could see her struggle between wanting to stop me, and wanting to let me continue. I won, and as she relaxed my hand left her throat, sliding down to a rest between her breasts. I kissed the hem of her panties, let the tip of my tongue slide over her skin alongside them, slowly but surely further down between her legs, over the small patch of wetness that was starting to show just as far down as I could reach, and up on the other side. I hovered my open lips just over her mound, just barely feeling the silky fabric, breathing, while my hand slid over her breasts.
With her now letting it happen, I moved my arms around her legs and rested a hand on her mound, holding her locked against me. With my tongue I started exploring her pussy through the fabric, pressing against her, feeling her shape and softness, occasionally sliding a finger just under the panties, pushing them ever so little to the side so I could catch a lick at her covered skin. By now I was almost trembling with want, so I slid her panties off, with a half-hearted protest from her. She had the most perfect natural patch of pitch black hair forming an 4 cm or so broad, straight line over her beautiful pussy, with wide swathes of smooth pale skin connecting her stomach to her thighs. Between her legs the hair was thinner, giving a tantalizing view of her tiny little innie opening. I ran my fingers through the patch of hair, my mouth hovering over her, and couldn’t help myself saying “Oh fuck you’re beautiful”. Lightly tracing her outline with the tip of my tongue, I ended up licking her right at the base, feeling a trickle of wetness coming out of her. If the Italian girl I still don’t know the name of was flower water, this was honey, the sweetest, most intense taste of sex, and as I pushed her thighs up to reach better, I let my tongue slide over the muscular fold separating her pussy and ass. She shivered and pressed into me, and that broke the last shred of disconnect between thinking and doing.
Sitting up, I forcefully flipped her over and gave her ass a smack, before I grabbed her by the neck, held her down and started kissing and biting the ridges of her back muscles, until I was kissing her smooth, full, round ass. I was straddling her legs, and had to fight her to not flip back, but luckily she was giving it far from a serious effort. Grabbing her by the hips, I shifted from kissing to licking, moving down until my hot and heavy breathing went into the gap between her legs. I wanted to tease, slowly licking the inside of each buttock, pulling them apart with my hands, with each lick moving closer to the prize. By now she was breathing erratically, randomly switching between relaxing and clenching, and it was hard not to get eager when she tried pushing me away. My tongue finally found the wetness of her pussy from behind, and the gasp she let out as I decisively slid it over her velvety little asshole was exactly the encouragement I needed. She hesitatingly started pushing against my mouth as I let broad strokes of my tongue lap her delicate skin, feeling her shiver as my lips sealed against her. Soon she was pushing back hard, lifting her hips off the bed, as the tip of my tongue started finding its way inside her, pressing against her harder, while feeling her full, silky asscheeks caressing the sides of my face. I slid one hand under her, helping her push harder against my face, so she was riding the palm of my hand with her now absolutely soaking pussy. The intense intimacy and dirtyness was almost overwhelming – I was working my tongue into the sweet little asshole of this shy pretty French girl I barely knew – and how passionately she was enjoying it made me want to keep going forever.
But I wanted to push her over the edge, and I wanted her pussy in my mouth when that happened. I slid my tongue down into her pussy while lifting one leg over my head, so that she was now on her back, legs wide apart, with my lips pressed tight against her sex, taking all of her in my mouth, pushing her open. As I started moving my tongue between her swollen labia, I looked up at her and just took in her sweaty, flustered face, one arm flung over her eyes, bright red patches on her cheeks and down her neck, and her swelling breasts heaving with her breathing. I was desperate to get as much as I could of her in my mouth with every stroke of my tongue, stretching it into her opening until her stiff clit was nearly in my throat, before sliding up to the tip, and back again, over and over, feeling her pelvis stretching my lips in a steady rhythm. With one hand resting in her silky patch of hair, pushing her into my mouth, the other slid between her soft and slippery asscheeks. As I started pressing against her asshole, her heavy breathing and moaning turned into blabbering in French, “putain c’est bon”, “oui mon cul”, “n’arrête pas”, and it took a lot of force to hold her down. I slowly pushed my middle finger into her ass, feeling her tight grip move all the way up my finger as it slid in, until I couldn’t get it deeper, using it to press her firmly against the motions of my tongue.
Part 3:
As a deep, long moan came out her mouth, I pushed a second finger into her, and I could use even more force to pull her into my mouth as she came, hard. She was bucking in spasms, her asshole cramped on my fingers, her pussy poured into my mouth, and her back arced like a Russian gymnast. I did my best to keep up, wanting it to last. When she finally collapsed, I slowly slid my fingers out of her while carefully licking up as much of the sweet leftovers as I could.
While she lay there, still with her eyes closed, panting, I finally lost my suit pants and underwear. Now I’m not a big guy, at 180 cm and 68 kg, but regular climbing over the last fifteen years has given me a well defined body, with wide shoulders and veiny forearms. And I have my dad to thank for a cock that is disproportionately big against my thin waist, which has gotten me a fair amount of gasps over the years. When she opened her eyes and looked at me, I got one of the more satisfying ones to date. I couldn’t help but just smile at her wide-eyed face as I got on my knees inbetween her legs, and grabbed the hair at the base of her neck, pulling her toward me. She just reached out and grabbed it, her fingers barely wrapping around, slowly stroking.
Pulling her face to mine, we kissed as I slapped her hand off my cock, let it slide through her damp pubes, between her glistening, wide open pussy lips, until I felt her opening pulsing on my glans. I pushed slowly into her, and the way her damp heat radiated through me, gripping so tight that I had to really press my way in, made me lose my breath with a groan. We still kept eye contact, but God I had to see it. Looking down I could watch my cock stretching her open, slowly pushing all the way in. As I started rocking my hips, with me fully inside her, she whispered “We should use a condom”. Now was a little late for that, and knowing I was clean together with ample reason to think she was too, I panted “I won’t come in you”, while my movements grew stronger. With a firm grip on her hair and neck, forcing her to watch it, I fucked her steady, deep and hard, with the sensations on my cock, her firm gripping pussy around it, quickly becoming the only thing my mind took in. With every stab our pelvises connected, my stomach ripping with the force, like we both slammed a wall. Her heavy breathing and moaning against my chest, how her hands gripped the sheets as she used all her strength to push into me, and the ridge of white cream building up at the base of my cock, told me that rough was how she wanted to be fucked.
As she started lifting her legs higher up my sides, I let go of her neck, sat up, and let them rest on my shoulders as I kept slamming into her, now sending waves up her thighs, and around her hips. With her eyes closing and pitch of her moans rising, I thought “so that’s where your spot is”. I knew a better way. I flipped her legs down, first fucking her on the side, taking in the glorious curve of her ass, and then pushed her hip down until she was flat on her stomach, my legs holding her thighs down. Gripping the base of her neck, I could use much more force, go even deeper, as the sight of her slender waist and round ass made me swell up inside her. Her moaning soon shifted into a long uncontrolled wail, and I could see her hands gripping the sheets as I felt her pussy clamping down on me in powerful cramps. Not letting go of my self-control in that moment took a lot of willpower.
By now I was dripping with sweat, and my arms could barely hold me up anymore. I just slumped down on top of her, kissing her face as I touched her tousled hair. My cock slid out of her, and I lay panting beside her on the bed. She opened her eyes as I ran my fingers over her back, giving me the most bare look of pure happiness, before her eyes wandered down to my semihard cock that was pulsing with my rapid heartbeat. She started touching it, first caressing, sliding her fingers over its length and around the tip, then wrapping her hand around it, with long soft strokes, her eyes glued on it as it grew harder at her touch. She started kissing my chest with a lot of hesitation, slowly inching her way down my stomach. The anticipation was unbearable, and I grunted as I started feeling her breath on my groin. “You have to help me, I don’t normally do this”, she said, nervously looking up at me. I could just smile, unable think clearly.
At first she started placing light kisses on the length of my cock, all the way up to my glans. “Just imagine you’re in my body, feeling what I’m feeling”, I said as she looked up at me for approval. With a devilish look back, she started licking it, pressing her tongue against my underside, moving down with broad firm strokes, as if she were licking me clean. “Keep going”, I panted as she reached the base, and soon her wet tongue was on my balls, with the same soft, firm movement against my skin. I couldn’t help grabbing my cock, stroking it as she was licking me, but as soon as she noticed, she pushed my hand away, instead taking it herself, mimicking my grip and slow steady movement. By now I was rock hard and slowly grinding against her, looking into her eyes as I grabbed her neck and pulled her to my face for a kiss, her hand still stroking me, before I gently pushed her back down toward my groin.
“It’s so big”, she said, staring at my cock as her hand guided it into her mouth. Feeling her lips close around the base of my glans, her tongue sliding across the underside, the warmth and the wetness inside, and my disbelief at what was happening, made me let out a deep, stifled moan. I couldn’t help pushing my hips into her, and rather than pulling back, she responded by taking me deeper with a muffled “Mmm”. Soon I was grinding my cock in a slow, steady motion, never leaving her mouth, feeling her lips sealing it inside, her tongue sliding up and down, gently pressing my glans against the roof of her mouth. I put my hand on hers, that was holding me by the base, and moved it up so that it connected with her lips, helping her find the right grip, just tight enough to turn her mouth and hand into one single sensation. She must have sensed I was starting to lose control from my increasingly jerking motion and loud moans, because she lifted her mouth off me, and said “But I want to learn more?”, while slowly stroking it with her hand.
Her sly grin felt like a challenge, so I countered with “How deep can you take it?” Still smiling, she put it back between her lips, her hand on my stomach, and slowly slid her mouth down over it, repositioning herself on all fours for a better angle. When her agape lips reached about a third of the way down, she gagged a little, backed up, but soon started moving down again, obviously not satisfied. “The trick is to focus on how much you want it there” I told her. Soon I could feel the back of her throat pressing against my glans, squeezing it tightly, as she moved between slowly, slowly pushing her mouth down over me, and backing up when it got overwhelming. Watching nearly 2/3 of my 19 rock hard centimeters disappear into her mouth while she tensed her neck to push down was a sight I will never forget.
After several pushes down without gagging, I could feel how she was becoming more relaxed, as we both now knew her limits, so I started softly pushing against her motion, ever so slowly increasing the pace. With a hand lightly placed on her neck to show her not to stop, I sat up, grabbed her thigh and pulled her ass toward me. Now she was sideways, still slowly taking my cock deep in her mouth with every push of my hips, but I could see her beautiful body. My hand traced her side, over her ass, between her asscheeks and over her pussy. I could feel how wet she had become again, gently sliding a finger into her as she moaned, and then bringing it back for me to taste her. I wet my finger and found her asshole, pressing against it until it gave way, and slowly started pushing in and out with the rhythm.
She started moaning wildly, pushing down harder, going faster and faster, closing her mouth tight around my cock. Feeling the tight back of her mouth gripping on my glans again and again, the ridge of the head connecting with her tongue far back, how my cock was encompassed in her wet body heat, little trickles of saliva sliding down over my balls, how our motions made us feel like one, and how much she wanted it, was going to make me cum even though I wanted it to continue for as long as I could. “I want to cum in your mouth” I gasped, and as she moaned in reply, I relaxed and just leaned into the sensations. With every push into her mouth, my hips and my finger in her ass controlling the rhythm, I felt that intense radiating feeling of my orgasm building from the base of my cock, as it swelled in her mouth, my balls tightening against it, me slowly moving over the edge. An uncontrolled groan left my mouth, spasms rippled through my body, and I felt my cock pumping cum into her mouth, with how much she wanted it there being the only thought in my mind.
Part 4 (the last one):
I could feel her swallowing, fighting to keep up with my cock pulsing stream after stream into her. As it subsided, she started slowly swirling her tongue around my glans, gently sucking me as she slid my cock out of her mouth. She held it against her lips with a big grin, just saying “Wow”. “Oh god” I replied as I fell back down on the bed. She lay her head down on my hip, running her hand over me, occasionally stealing a lick at my limping cock, while I tried to catch my breath. Soon we were beside each other, holding, caressing and kissing, until sunrise started lighting the room. “I have to go pack”, she told me before leaving for the bathroom to dress.
The following day, we met in the lobby, and it was like nothing had happened, very professional, except for a look here and there. We were saupposed to share a taxi to the airport, that had been set up beforehand, and as it arrived, some German guy was told to join our ride by the organizers. A flash of disappointment flew across her face, letting me know she had liked what happened the night before. In the taxi, we kept looking at each other, but held still. I texted her “You look really good naked, by the way”, and got one of those sweet smiles back. At the airport, we had some shitty pizza, first not mentioning the elephant in the room, until she said “Thank God that other guy was in the taxi. I don’t know what would have happened otherwise.” “Well, too bad we don’t have more time before your flight” I smiled back.
“Yeah, what a crazy party”, my client replied to my thank you-note me a few days later, adding “You heard they found a pair of panties on the beach?!”
Bravo Sir bravo! One of the greatest stories i read. Will you write more or is it just a one time occasion?