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Last summer, when I booked my night’s accommodation at a comfortable and cosy private guesthouse in a small country town, I had to share the establishment with the other only guest, John, a semi permanent border. My hosts, who were going out for the evening, assured me if there was anything I needed I only had to ask John. He’d look after me.
I watched TV for a while, but then decided a shower followed by a read of my book in bed might be better. I tapped on the door of John’s bedroom just along the corridor from mine. He was busy on his computer. No, he didn’t need the bathroom. It was mine.
The evening was warm so I set the fan slowly going over my double bed and folded down the top covers to the bottom sheet. The bed was comfortable, as I lay naked under the fan, propped up on a couple of pillows. My book absorbed me. I vaguely heard John use the shower. A few minutes later there was a light knock on my door, which I noticed for the first time, I’d left half open. John, with a towel wrapped around his waist, stood there with an interested look on his face. It was too late to attempt to cover myself so I simply apologised for my nakedness. He told me he was about to pour himself an iced tea and asked if I’d like one. He seemed happy I accepted his offer. As he left I debated with myself whether I should cover myself with a sheet. I decided not. John had already seen my assets and besides I was probably an old bag in his eyes, given he was about twenty and I was double that.
He returned with two tinkling glasses. I put my book down. He stood and talked, surreptitiously looking at me. I suggested he might like to sit on the bed. He declined, his wet towel the excuse. You can always take it off I commented, reassuring him that I had seen naked males before. He reluctantly followed my suggestion. I saw why, his cock was semi erect. He sat on the other half of the bed, using the other two pillows against the bed head behind his back.
I looked at him. He had excellent muscular definition on a slim frame, little hair on his chest, a small nest of light brown hair around the base of his hardening average sized uncircumcised cock, pink tip peaking out from a partially drawn back foreskin. Drinks finished we put our glasses on the bedside tables and continued to talk about his study. I moved and lay on my side facing him, my big breasts following gravity; one leg bent knowing my pose would cause my bare shaved pussy to flower open. Stretch out and relax I encouraged him, seductive thoughts in my mind.
I ran my hand over his superb washboard abs, down his belly over his erection, fingertips caressive on the hard swollen shaft and tight-sacked balls. His cock quivered. I moved and knelt beside him. My tongue danced over the knob, along the underside of his shaft and across his sac. In turn I swirled each ball in my mouth. With one hand I gripped the base of his cock and held it upright. John groaned as I sucked his knob into my mouth, caressed the slit with my tongue. When I sunk my mouth down the shaft into my throat his muscled belly shivered. He sighed deeply. I sucked hard. His cock throbbed then erupted, the muscle pumping, spurting and spilling his spunk into the back of my throat. I sucked and milked him dry. His cock only slightly softened. Ah the joy of a young man I thought!
Our rest was brief. John knelt in adoration between my spread thighs. His tongue wetly toured my open snatch. I used my hands to guide him to my pleasure pearl. His initial tentative touch became more confident as my body responded positively to the strum of his tongue. I soared beneath his mouth, his head gripped firmly by my hands, my pussy mashed against his lips.
As I returned to reality I drew him upwards over my body. His knob snagged then engaged in the throat of my cunt. My legs crossed behind his backside encouraged him to thrust. His hard prick slithered into the depths of my love tunnel. My vaginal muscles grasped him tightly as he thrust into me. His head bent he sucked a nipple. Our fuck was energetic. Harder and faster he pounded his prick into me until the urge to cum shivered through his body. I too needed release now. I lifted my body at him, pressed him into me, and heaved my hungry cunt at him. John’s cock exploded deep inside me. We ground our bodies against each other in the throes of our climax.
He lay comfortably in my embrace for some time before he began to withdraw. I held him to me, encouraged him to remain inside me, to enjoy the wetness and heat, enjoy the dribble of spunk as we relaxed. As my energy returned I began to gently squeeze his cock with my cunt. My reward was the slow return of his hardness. Thankfully he had the energy and lust to want to fuck me again. We were able to take our time. Now I was able to have two more orgasms, which caused him to luxuriate in his own stamina, before he came for the last time.
We both agreed it would not be helpful to be caught and compromised by our guesthouse hosts. Reluctantly I let him leave me for his own bed after we used his damp towel to wipe up the evidence of our fun. It was simply bad luck about the wet marks on the sheet! Hopefully no one would notice.
That night I did sleep well.
I watched TV for a while, but then decided a shower followed by a read of my book in bed might be better. I tapped on the door of John’s bedroom just along the corridor from mine. He was busy on his computer. No, he didn’t need the bathroom. It was mine.
The evening was warm so I set the fan slowly going over my double bed and folded down the top covers to the bottom sheet. The bed was comfortable, as I lay naked under the fan, propped up on a couple of pillows. My book absorbed me. I vaguely heard John use the shower. A few minutes later there was a light knock on my door, which I noticed for the first time, I’d left half open. John, with a towel wrapped around his waist, stood there with an interested look on his face. It was too late to attempt to cover myself so I simply apologised for my nakedness. He told me he was about to pour himself an iced tea and asked if I’d like one. He seemed happy I accepted his offer. As he left I debated with myself whether I should cover myself with a sheet. I decided not. John had already seen my assets and besides I was probably an old bag in his eyes, given he was about twenty and I was double that.
He returned with two tinkling glasses. I put my book down. He stood and talked, surreptitiously looking at me. I suggested he might like to sit on the bed. He declined, his wet towel the excuse. You can always take it off I commented, reassuring him that I had seen naked males before. He reluctantly followed my suggestion. I saw why, his cock was semi erect. He sat on the other half of the bed, using the other two pillows against the bed head behind his back.
I looked at him. He had excellent muscular definition on a slim frame, little hair on his chest, a small nest of light brown hair around the base of his hardening average sized uncircumcised cock, pink tip peaking out from a partially drawn back foreskin. Drinks finished we put our glasses on the bedside tables and continued to talk about his study. I moved and lay on my side facing him, my big breasts following gravity; one leg bent knowing my pose would cause my bare shaved pussy to flower open. Stretch out and relax I encouraged him, seductive thoughts in my mind.
I ran my hand over his superb washboard abs, down his belly over his erection, fingertips caressive on the hard swollen shaft and tight-sacked balls. His cock quivered. I moved and knelt beside him. My tongue danced over the knob, along the underside of his shaft and across his sac. In turn I swirled each ball in my mouth. With one hand I gripped the base of his cock and held it upright. John groaned as I sucked his knob into my mouth, caressed the slit with my tongue. When I sunk my mouth down the shaft into my throat his muscled belly shivered. He sighed deeply. I sucked hard. His cock throbbed then erupted, the muscle pumping, spurting and spilling his spunk into the back of my throat. I sucked and milked him dry. His cock only slightly softened. Ah the joy of a young man I thought!
Our rest was brief. John knelt in adoration between my spread thighs. His tongue wetly toured my open snatch. I used my hands to guide him to my pleasure pearl. His initial tentative touch became more confident as my body responded positively to the strum of his tongue. I soared beneath his mouth, his head gripped firmly by my hands, my pussy mashed against his lips.
As I returned to reality I drew him upwards over my body. His knob snagged then engaged in the throat of my cunt. My legs crossed behind his backside encouraged him to thrust. His hard prick slithered into the depths of my love tunnel. My vaginal muscles grasped him tightly as he thrust into me. His head bent he sucked a nipple. Our fuck was energetic. Harder and faster he pounded his prick into me until the urge to cum shivered through his body. I too needed release now. I lifted my body at him, pressed him into me, and heaved my hungry cunt at him. John’s cock exploded deep inside me. We ground our bodies against each other in the throes of our climax.
He lay comfortably in my embrace for some time before he began to withdraw. I held him to me, encouraged him to remain inside me, to enjoy the wetness and heat, enjoy the dribble of spunk as we relaxed. As my energy returned I began to gently squeeze his cock with my cunt. My reward was the slow return of his hardness. Thankfully he had the energy and lust to want to fuck me again. We were able to take our time. Now I was able to have two more orgasms, which caused him to luxuriate in his own stamina, before he came for the last time.
We both agreed it would not be helpful to be caught and compromised by our guesthouse hosts. Reluctantly I let him leave me for his own bed after we used his damp towel to wipe up the evidence of our fun. It was simply bad luck about the wet marks on the sheet! Hopefully no one would notice.
That night I did sleep well.
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