I met her in London, she was an Australian backpacker, freshly landed and still giggling about taking the tube towards Cockfosters from Heathrow.
I was staying in a crappy hotel, a small single room with just a single bed and a sink, in a reasonably nice part of London. We chatted and drank for most of the day, then when people drifted away we eventually headed back to my room.
Just a few minutes later I was pulling her ass cheeks apart as she straddled me and attempted to swallow my cock. She moaned into my cock without once letting it slip from her lips, as she came over and over on my tongue.
A few weeks later she’d moved to Edinburgh to work in a hotel, and when I had a free weekend I flew up there and got a room in a fancy hotel on the Grassmarket. She met me at the airport and we spent the entire time in bed, tying each other up, licking all over and eating room service food while resting in between yet more sex.
On the morning I was supposed to leave, I called the desk and arranged to stay another night. She tied me to the bed and sat on my face as she teased my cock with her hair.
On my last day we got shitfaced in a pub on the Royal Mile as the sleet battered the window relentlessly. We laughed less and cried more as the day went on and my flight got closer. I got on the bus to the airport with a heavy heart.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a6zbj2/a_long_time_ago_in_a_wintery_edinburgh_mf