[MF] World Cup fun with the Red head.

This is another LOOOONG one, but is worth the read. But I would write that wouldn’t I…

The Red Head and I had been on a few dates since our first one (see post history), but only during the day for boozy pub lunches round the corner from her work. We were getting along famously – and I liked her more and more each time, and wanted her more and more each time too. We shared the occasional snog, especially near her work where she seemed simultaneously thrilled and terrified to be in my arms near her work colleagues.

One Sunday during the world cup (football), after England had successfully navigated a match, we met up at a pub near Kings Cross – it was on my way to my military digs, and she was there with a friend. We’d been texting throughout the match, and she was keen to stay out and have a drink with me before heading home.

It was another sweltering day as I left the Tube and walked into Kings Cross Square. In front of me, as I approached the road, was a girl in tight high-waisted jeans smoking a rollie – I stared at her peachy arse for a few moments before my eyes raked up her body, take in her red hair and half silhouette, and realised with a start that it was her.

“Hey!” I said – she turned and looked through me initially, until recognition, slowed down by beer, hit her. Then she smiled THAT smile of hers, eyes twinkling with mischief and beer. She is wearing a light blue shirt, the ends of which are tied up in a bow underneath her bust, exposing her firm stomach. The shirt is only buttoned up with a few buttons, exposing her cleavage augmented by a push up bra – it made for a very fun view of her magnificent breasts, soft pale skin covering such firmness.

“Hi!” she gushed, and hugged me hard to her, making sure to keep the cigarette off of me. She nuzzles her face in neck, and as she pulls back I kiss her gently on those delicious lips, my hand in the small of her back pressing her into me. I could feel her lips smiling as mine pressed to hers. “I was just seeing my friend onto the bus.”

“Good timing. Come on, let’s go to the pub.” I’m thrilled as I wanted her to myself today. We walked the two minutes back to the pub she’d just left. It is a typical pub for this part of London – corner of the street, with a big downstairs, an upstairs accessed via rambling twisting stairs, and an ‘outside’ terrace that was literally a roof with some decking and chairs on it, so the smokers could drink somewhere other than the street. It was crowded and she found some seats on a window sill next to a table, looking back into the pub; I got a couple of nice cool pints in.

It took a while to get the drinks, and she was deep in conversation with the two other random girls sitting there when I got back to her – this was typical, as I was discovering. One of them was clearly hitting on her, which was entertaining – I knew that she’d had a six-month fling with another woman a few years before at college, and she was not adverse to the attention, but clearly didn’t realise she was being flirted with now.

We drank, refreshed and chatted – the girls eventually left, cards exchanged (“Should I call her, then?” she asked eyes wide, when I mentioned that she had missed some hard flirting), to be replaced by two drunk loons, one of whom kept staring in an unpleasant manner at her plunging neckline – fair enough it was there to be seen, but there’s looking and then there is leering. He was on the make, saw the age gap (F23/M41) and thought she was fair game. His shite efforts at this actually made her focus more on me, so I let him carry on, while her animated speech made her breasts move very energetically…

“What do you want to do for food?” I asked her at one point, “Am pretty peckish. Come to back to mine, and we can get something there? Plus – stay over – you’ve not got work tomorrow have you?”

A pause as she grins at me, half wolfish, half shy. “Yeah, that sounds good, although am not THAT hungry,” She replied, blushing a little. She downed the remainder of her pint, and stood up – she’d had five in total by now, and was a tiny bit unsteady. The drunk idiot looked disappointed, and when I pulled her in for a hug (still seated) as she tried to move past me with her breasts at my eye level he looked thunderstruck; she lowered her face to mine and kissed me gently on the lips, which made it even sweeter – small victories, and I could not help but smirk at him as I left…

It’s a 30min tube ride to mine, and we carried on the banter throughout, while the sexual anticipation was building until it was sharp as a knife.

“I love your chat,” she said. “I’ve said it before. You always have an answer, and you’re funny.” (honestly she said this!)

“I’m old, I have experience to call on…”

“True, and your hair is all gone. Surprised you can keep up with me…”

“You’re a horror.”

A little later – “You know we fucked on our first date?”

“Yeah I know,” she giggled, “I don’t USUALLY do that, we’d met before… It was a good date though…”

“The best, in fact.”

A few minutes later again – “Damn I admire you!” (literally her words!) “I never catch you looking at my chest, you always maintain eye contact!” she exclaimed. “And I’m trying to catch you, that’s why I wear tops like this! How are you doing this?”

“Oh I notice,” I replied with a sly grin, “I just use peripheral vision.”

“But I hate not catching you! I want the upper hand! Plus – they’re great, so you should.”

“That’s an invitation, let me shamelessly look now…and more later,” I whispered the last part in her ear, brushing her neck with my lips as I did, glancing down at her lovely breasts. She shivered at the touch, breathing a bit heavily.

She smiled, looked up at me from under eyelashes. “Only if you’re lucky…”

It’s a lovely summers evening by the time we jump off the tube and walk the short distance to the flat, and still very warm. “I wonder if he ever posted the video…” she mused as we pass the car park from where we were spotted that first night. “You know, the white van man.”

“I’ve looked online,” I reply, “I can’t find it.”

“Mmm…probably for the best.”

We get in the lift to my floor – it’s slow. It reminds of a selfie she sent of her luscious bum straining some work trousers she was wearing one day to work, the product of having done a lot of squats… My hand reaches for her firm arse and squeezes a cheek. She smiles at me again, and I respond by pushing her against the mirror and kissing her hard, my tongue slipping into her mouth. She tasted sweet, of beer and the slightly sharp tang of cigarette, not at all unpleasant, uniquely her. She moans gently into my mouth. I press my body hard into her, she can feel my hard cock through my jeans, I can feel the warmth from her pussy radiating back,

She pushes me away with her hands on my chest, smiling playfully, delighting in frustrating me. The tops of her breasts are dangerously exposed by our activity. “Patience, darling, it’s dinner time,” she chides.

“Yeah, but we might be talking about different hungers…”

I open the door to my flat, letting her in first. She makes a bee line for the bedroom, heading for the low bed, casually calling over her shoulder “I need to take my shoes off.”

The door slams behind me; I drop my bag and follow her to the bed. She sits down on the edge, but before she can reach down to her shoes, I literally sit on her lap straddling her so she can’t get up or move her legs.

“Hungry huh?” she murmurs and we kiss hard. Her hands fly to my arse, fondling her way up my back, while I wrap her up hard in my arms and kiss her mouth, her face, the top of her neck under her ears, which is as low as I can get from that position. Her skin is salty.

I get off her and we sit on the bed kissing hard, hands all over. Clothes start coming off – her shirt was unbuttoned and pushed down her arms in short order as I hungrily kiss her. I push her bra past her breasts, exposing them, and take her nipples, so pale and not yet aroused, into my mouth alternately. Biting and licking them, they get hard, while my hands knead her breast flesh hard, fingers pinching the nipple not in my mouth while she moans and pushes them into my face. She starts to paw at my polo shirt, and I grudgingly disengage from her tits and help her pull it over my head. I throw it away as she reaches behind her and unclips her bra. For a moment she is topless in jeans on my bed, and I wish I had a picture of that – she looks amazing, the waist of the material emphasising her almost perfect hip-waist ratio, her breasts so high and firm and irresistible, her shoulder length red hair cascading – and her biting her lower lip, breathing hard.

She is impossible to simply look at though, not when we are so horny, and we reach for our remaining clothes – the unsexy part of removing jeans and socks (in my case) is completed. I throw her onto her back in just her tiny black knickers, push her legs apart and dive into licking at her pussy through her knickers – two can tease. They are soaked, and I can taste her sweet juices (she is by far the best tasting girl I’ve have ever had); I push the gusset to one side after a few moments, and run my tongue up and down her slit, then focus on her clit while a slide a single finger into her tight pussy.

I get my reward. “Oh gosh! Oh gosh!”

I grin, and go faster on her clit, then slide my tongue into her as deep as I can push it – she arches her back, gripping the sheets now. Her knickers are in the way – I sit up and pull them off of her, kissing her legs all the way down as I do, while she lifts her arse off the bed. I lick my way back up one legs, to her inner thigh and then straight back inside her, her hands on the back of my head as I lap hungrily at her cunt.

She sits up.

“Wait,” she pants, then pushes me onto my back and starts licking on my cock, her small hands gripping as best able. She traces her tongue from the base to the heads, sucks on it a bit, while shuttling her hands up and down, wanking me off. Her tongue moves to under balls, normally too sensitive for play – she goes under them, takes one hand off my cock and starts stroking that spot behind my nuts – this drives me crazy before she licks it and sends me nuts. I think she is delighted that she can make me squirm as much as I make her.

Time to take charge again – gasping for breath, and with a smile plastered over my face, I grab a johnny and slide it over my very hard cock; no idea how she got me so aroused, more than anyone else ever has, except one. I press her onto the mattress with my weight – she is playfully fighting me, but spreads her legs – taking my dick in hand, I line up at her pussy entrance, let it linger for a moment as she moans gently and then thrust hard in, getting a very satisfied groan from her, and her eyes popping open. I start thrusting, revelling in her pussy, getting a rhythm up. After about five minutes of fucking her like this, her on her back with her arms and legs wrapped round me, I tell her to get on all fours.

“Yes, but I want to see us,” she says, almost plaintively. I consider for a moment, my cock stationary in her but pulsing with the blood pressure inside her.

“The bathroom mirror?” I reply. Her eyes light up.

“Yes!”

I pull out of her, and she practically dances to the bathroom – I get to watch that perfect naked body moving so smoothly, glistening with sweat from our fucking and the heat of the day. The bathroom is HOT. We start sweating even more. She looks at the mirror, and is a bit disappointed – it is high up, we would only be able to see each other’s faces. Still, she grips the sink and spreads her legs slightly – I grab her hips and push into her again, it’s a great height and wonderful angle, making us both moan. I start moving, enjoying looking on her face as she gets high on sex. I push a finger in her mouth for her to suck and she goes to town on it with her tongue.

The shower-head is connected to the bath controls, with a Perspex pane protecting the floor against splash – with the tiles behind it, this is reflective. Although not as good as mirror, certainly good enough for her purposes. I grab her hands, and pull her body back to, changing the angle and making her cry in pleasure – I enjoy this position for a few moments, one hand squeezing her neck, the other wrapped round her waist -she is completely in my power in this position, and is loving it. I turn her to the left and bend her over the edge of the bath, her arms fully extended. I take fistful of hair and pull her head back, showing her the reflection of herself, naked, sweaty, being fucked. She grins at herself, then looks back at me:

“Yes! – now fuck me hard! Just take me!” This is the most un-reconstructed wild fuck I have ever had, and I am literally pounding her from behind in that bathroom for the next twenty minutes; it is a testament to military fitness. The noise of flesh slapping against flesh echoes around as she moans, as do I to be fair; I look at my own reflection above hers – the sweat is pouring off of my body with the effort, my heart is racing, but in that light I also look incredibly defined – the closest I’ll ever look to a bodybuilding pornstar. I keep fucking her, occasionally spanking her arse and the back of her firm thighs, or leaning over her and pushing fingers in her mouth, or pulling her hair and making her arch her back, and very occasionally squeezing the back of her neck hard. She is lost to sex, the sensations flinging themselves through her body, moaning and whimpering and sighing.

I check every now and again to make sure the condom is still on, since everything is now soaked in sweat and pussy juice, and feel her pussy gushing all over me – it’s on, but starts to feel different at one point, and suddenly the sex is hotter and more intimate. She is gasping and panting still, her head down now, her breasts slamming around with the force of the sex, her arms tiring. I need to slow down – it’s too hot and exhausting to keep going at this pace. I pull out of her more than normal, to line her up for a long slower but deep thrust, look down and suddenly realise that I have been effectively fucking her bareback – the condom has split down the side completely with our efforts. I tell her as much.

“I thought it felt different…” she pants. Taking the opportunity, I pull out completely, and we move back to the bedroom, fairly fucked out, but both of us needing to finish – we quickly get some water and then she lays on her back, her fingers on her clit pressing hard. A fresh johnny is slid on my still hard cock and I spin her onto her front, prone, and get back inside her. The pressure of that fantastic firm bum is something else. I spread her legs as wide as I can initially to get nice and deep, then put them back together to make it properly tight, while she arches her hips up at me. One arm is in front of her gripping the sheets, soaked with our sweat, and the other under her body, fingers on her clit. I reach down and add my fingers to the mix, and before long I can feel her cuming, which drive my own familiar sensation deep in my balls, an hour in the making – I pump into her for all I am worth finally until I cum hard.

She is a quivering wreck from this, as we’ve been at it for about an hour in total, and we can hear our hearts pounding through our rib cages. I slowly slide out of her, and get a towel to dry us off a bit. She rolls onto her back with her legs spread, pussy puffy and eyes closed. Her cunt is the wettest thing I’ve ever seen, and I wipe the towel between her legs to dry her off.

“Did you come in me?” she asks in surprise.

“No,” I reply, “you really are just that wet!”

Cuddling is simply not possible in that heat, and we lie next to each other cooling off slowly, and drifting into post-coital slumber…

Comments as ever…and two more red head stories to follow…

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