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Archie

Standing outside the house, we wave with Kate as Christine and Julien drive away. Watching them get into the car, the last hug and kiss with Christine, the last shake of hands with Julien, it all now reminded me of my own departure soon to come. So I have all the more reasons to feel a bit melancholy this beautiful morning.
Even though we all knew this moment would come, the moment where we would have to say goodbye, the breakfast this morning was still a bit difficult for all of us. At least for me, each time I looked at Christine, I could not help feeling a twinge of sadness come over me. Meeting her, making love to her these past few days was an experience that would stay with me for a long time. My eyes drink her beauty for those last few moments in the breakfast table, and I know I am staring a bit but I don’t really care.
I am trying to figure out what I felt for her. From the very first night we made love, I think I felt perfectly at ease with her, and I think we sort of found the same wavelength, same vibe. At the same time, and especially knowing she is married to Julien, I did not get the feeling of actual love. Desire, and great companionship, certainly, but not really anything going beyond deep friendship. I admired her courage in revealing herself to us and also her thoughtfulness and empathy. To find a friend in a week and then to lose her, I think that is what is making me sad right now.
Of course, we couldn’t depart without exchanging phone numbers and emails, and promises to be in touch. Still, there is a nagging doubt in my mind how deep such promises turn out to be. Would we remember to write when we all find ourselves back in our normal lives? For myself, I hope so. But I don’t know yet how it will turn out. Certainly I would hope to be able to write to them, talk to them or visit them later some time.
I try not to think about the other thing that is making me feel sad. I have my hand around Kate as we stand on the driveway of the house. The thoughts of my having to leave back home tomorrow evening return as I hold her. I think both of us are now thinking the same thing. We have only today, tonight and tomorrow left.
The morning sun is bright and the day is promising to be a nice warm one. The rays of the sun on my skin seem to charge me up with positive thoughts, breaking my downcast mood. Two more days with Kate! And, one more night…
‘Archie, do you want one more cup of coffee?’ she asks me as the car has driven out of sight down the driveway.
‘Sounds good.’
We walk back down to the breakfast table on the terrace and Kate goes to the kitchen to grind the coffee and put the water on the boil.
Rather than think about the little time we have together I want to just enjoy these last moments I have here. Sitting in the shade, morning breeze not quite warm but not quite cool, not a cloud in the sky. I want my mood to be as bright as the day is promising to be.
Kate brings out the coffee pot, two cups and a small jug of milk. As we sip on the rich brew in silence, I think we are both trying to avoid the thoughts of the unavoidable parting of our ways that is approaching. I start to think about something that would occupy our minds for today, to take our minds off my departure tomorrow.
‘Do you have anything you must do at the house today Kate, or any errands?’ I ask Kate.
‘Nothing that cannot wait until next week, or Saturday.’
‘There was one something I had in mind that could be fun. I would like to see if there is a place that rents motorcycles. I saw some guys riding some nice bikes the other day and the roads are so great so I thought maybe if there is a place to rent them maybe I could rent one, just for a day.’
‘Sounds like fun. You know, I have not rented a bike here, but I had a guest do it once, and I checked and I think there is a couple places that do rent out bikes.’
‘You have ridden a motorcycle before?’ I ask.
‘Actually, I owned a bike when I was living in the UK.’ Kate answers.
I am a little surprised at this. Kate does not strike me as a motorcycle type of person. I ask her what kind of bike she had.
‘Oh, it was a 250 cc Kawasaki, I was young then. But I have to warn you, the bikes they have for rent here are not so fancy. You do not see any superbikes or anything like it, I think the sportiest they have for rent are 700 cc Honda transalps.’
I guess the Ducatis that the guys were riding the other day were not rentals then. I sigh, it would have been nice to ride a real sport bike, but probably a less aggressive bike suits me just fine too.
‘Archie, I would actually love to go for a ride with you. Would you mind if we both rent a bike for today?’ Kate asks.
‘That would be awesome!’ I answer her. I was expecting to ride alone, and just enjoy the twisty mountain roads and the perfect riding weather, but to have more time together with Kate at the same time, it is just great.
‘Great! Let’s go and check out from the computer where the place is. I think it is actually not that far to drive there.’
We looked up the place and Kate called them to confirm they had bikes and gear available. It seems that the biggest tourist rush is already over so they have not so many customers so we could just show up and pick the bike we liked.
Since it is already getting close to 10 am, we hurry to get ready and after 15 minutes we are driving towards the place near Paphos. In the car we chat about my bikes, I have had several different kind back home. A 750 cc sport bike, a cruiser and then a weird but nice air cooled Yamaha Bulldog. I have not been riding that long, about 10 years and not so many miles, so maybe it is better not to have a sporty bike like a Ducati under me.
At the shop we are greeted by a young sales guy, Andreas, who apparently is the one Kate was on the phone with. Andreas is nice and friendly and shows all the available bikes to us. We also need some riding gear, and these are available too. I try on a jacket and a helmet, I am going to ride in my jeans. Kate decides to rent also some leather riding pants.
Andreas is helping me to choose a correct size helmet as Kate steps out from the ladies dressing room with the tight black leather pants on. The black leather is really hugging her long, shapely legs. She stops in front of the mirror to look at herself. Andreas and I are just staring at her now. The pants are tight around her pretty ass, and we cannot help but to admire the view. A few seconds later we notice that Kate is looking at us at the mirror, smiling, seeing us looking at her. Andreas is quick to turn his look away, but I continue to look at Kate. She looks really sexy in that tight leather.
The shop has some cruisers and a large selection of off-road bikes, but no real sports bikes. They have a 700cc Honda Transalp and a 650 cc Yamaha bike with smooth tires for tarmac use. We settle for them.
Just as we are about to wrap everything up, Kate mentions that she actually lives on the island, and isn’t a tourist. Andreas stops to think for a while and asks if we could wait for a minute, and steps into the back room to apparently make a phone call. I look at Kate, wondering what her living on the island has to do with our renting the bikes. She seems as mystified as I am. We can hear Andreas on the phone but he is speaking in Greek.
After only a minute he comes back.
‘OK, since one of you is living on the island, we have two special bikes available, if you are interested.’ he says to us.
Kate and me look at each other for a second and nod.
‘Sure we are interested. What kind of bikes are these?’ Kate asks.
‘Special bikes, I can show you. But, special bike rent a little higher price. The normal bike rent for a day is 32 euro a day, minimum rental 3 days, you want just two days, return bikes tomorrow?’
‘Yes, I my flight back is tomorrow, so we would return bikes tomorrow afternoon.’
‘Ok. For this I checked with our manager, this time we can do 2 day rent for the normal price 32 euro per day. But for special bikes, they cost a little more. But you want to see the bikes first.’
Andreas invites us to follow him. He opens a door on the side of the main room and we follow him through the workshop where they wash and maintain the bikes. There is one mechanic working on a big cruiser bike, doing an oil change, he looks up as we walk past. I nod to him and he nods back.
Andreas leads us to the back of the maintenance room and stops at an unmarked door.
‘Special bikes only for Cypriot residents.’ he says with his hand on the door handle.
He opens the door, but the room is all dark with black interior. I look at Andreas, then at Kate. Andreas gestures us to enter. Kate steps into the room and I follow.
Now when I am in the room, my eyes start to make out the shape of two bikes in front of us. Andreas closes the door behind us and then he switches on the lights.
Wow.
In front of us stands two menacing bikes that seem to ooze speed even standing still. The bike on the left is fire red, and as my eyes linger on the beautiful streamlined body, I spot the numbers 848 and know it is a Ducati. The bike on the right, a combination of white and black and red, I do not recognize. It has letters F3 on the side, but I do not instantly recognize the brand of the bike. Kate is also looking at the bikes, and Andreas is standing back, letting us have the moment to admire at the shop’s treasures.
We step closer, and as I gravitate towards the sensual figure of the red Ducati, Kate instinctively moves toward the other bike. The Ducati is just beautiful, the front of the bike low slung, the two driving lights looking like the eyes of a bird of prey, the narrow red sides covering the desmosedici masterpiece hidden in the heart of the red-tube-frame.
Kate is already standing next to the other bike and I turn to look at it. Now I spot the small text on the side of the tank. MV Agusta.
I have a feeling we are looking at two pretty expensive bikes. Turning to look at Andreas, who is still standing by the door, apparently feeling proud at his shop’s hidden gems, I ask him about the rent for these special bikes.
‘For the Ducati, 120 euro a day, for the Agusta, 150 euro a day.’
That is a lot if we have to take the bikes for two days, and looking at Kate I see that she is thinking the same. Then I ask if we could just rent them for today, return at the closing of the shop. Andreas takes out his cell phone and calls the manager again. I look at Kate and she is nodding to me, if they are ok just taking these babies out for a few hours, she is game.
Andreas hangs up the call. ‘Yes, we can do it. We close at 6 pm. You are back around 5.30 pm it is ok.’
Awesome!
We go back to the main shop, and on our way back Andreas says something to the mechanic.
‘Nicolaos will bring the bikes up front for you.’ he says to us.
We finish up the rental agreement and when we step out of the shop, me in my jacket and my full face helmet in hand, Kate in her gorgeous leather pants and a matching tight black leather jacket, the Ducati and the Agusta are waiting for us in front.
Andreas walks us through the controls of the bikes and starts them up. The Ducati starts up and sounds angry, the revs jumping instantly up before settling to a lumpy cold idle. The bike sounds like some huge feline cat, a panther or a mountain lion, that has been woken too early from her sleep. The Agusta roars awake with similar cacophony, the revs ripping through our bodies.
Andreas reminds us that we should let each bike warm up for a few minutes before driving, and also reminds us that they are equipped with a GPS data logger and he can check later that we haven’t over revved them or taken them to dirt roads. The deductible on the bikes was huge, so we definitely want to return these bikes in perfect shape.
With the two bikes idling in front of us, it is as if they are some kind of sleeping a****ls, maybe big sleeping cats, purring there in the noon sun, aware of us but conscious of their own power. I stepping closer to the Ducati, I feel slightly scared of it, but at the same time the expectation of riding the beautiful thing is making my heart beat faster.
Kate walks to the Agusta and with a flash of those tight leather pants, sits on it. As she bends forward to reach for the handlebars, the leather stretches even tighter. Suddenly it is very difficult to watch anywhere else than at the back of her bike. I feel something stirring in my jeans. I wonder what Andreas makes of all this.
‘Come on Archie, these pants are really hot here in the sun, let’s go!’ she says.
I have to agree. The pants are incredible.
I get on my bike. The Ducati feels light between my legs, and I can feel the vibrations from the idling engine. Reaching for the handlebars it feels like I am putting on a tight glove. I try the throttle.
‘BWAAAAPRRRP!’
I manage not to jump. The way the revs explode from the slightest movement of the throttle is exhilarating. I look at Andreas who is grinning next to us.
‘Have a nice ride, ride safe!’ he says.
I turn to look at Kate who is ready to go.
‘I have an idea where to go. Follow me?’ she says, and without waiting for me to answer, takes off.
I tap on the shift pedal and the first gear clunks home, then I try the clutch, feeling for the bite point. Carefully just a little throttle and I am moving.
The rental agency has a short access road, and I try the gearshift and clutch, and the feeling of the throttle, still keeping the revs below five thousand. The bike feels again like a big cat, still sleepy, but now moving. Even with revs this low I can feel the power of the engine.
Kate is waiting at the intersection, eager to get out on the bigger road and really explore the performance of the Agusta. I stop next to her and nod, ready to go.
She nods back to me and checking for traffic, turns right. I follow her.
With an empty road, Kate accelerates the Agusta hard and in seconds she is just a small dot in the horizon. I check my mirrors for traffic and click down a gear and with the revs at 5 thousand, turn my right wrist for more.
It is as if the cat within the bike opens her eyes and stretches. The bike pulls hard and I have to hold on the handlebars tighter. In an instant the tach reads nine thousand and we are already doing more than a hundred kilometers an hour, I back off the throttle and click up two gears. I would love to take the bike higher but I fear my abilities and the public road don’t really allow for it. I felt the front wheel pulling off the ground even when the throttle was not fully open. Scary, but fun at the same time.
Kate has slowed down, and soon I catch her up. I wave to her and she waves back.
The road leads to the freeway, and we accelerate hard again on the onramp, I don’t have time to look at the speedo, but the cars doing 120 on the freeway suddenly start to go backwards fast. We back off again and get on the left lane, with Kate in front and me tailing her at 15 meters. The wind is buffeting a bit, but the driving position is so low that worst of it is going above my head.
Kate stays on the freeway for ten minutes and then I spot her put the blinkers on to get off on the next exit. I suspect we are heading for the mountain roads! Excellent!
The houses thin out and as we leave the 40 km/h limited area and start to climb toward the Troodos. The road starts to weave left and right, slow second gear corners and occasional straight with good visibility. The surface is good, if in places slightly rough. There are no other cars in sight.
I get more familiar with the Ducati, and the feeling of exiting a corner and turning on the throttle and knowing how forcefully the bike will pull on my hands is exciting. Kate is enjoying the Agusta the same way, exiting corners which have uninhibited visibility faster and faster. Still, she always waits for me to catch up. As we have spent a half an hour on the bikes and are familiar with the explosive v******e of the acceleration, we continue riding but seem to find an understanding of dialing down the speed a notch. We begin to ride a bit slower as the road rises to the forested area, I am closer to Kate now, just a couple of bike lengths behind her. With the way she places the bike and always seems to brake just enough for the corners, she appears to know the road pretty well.
The road is now twistier, with barely fifty meter straights between each corner, sometimes the corners turn impossibly far. The road climbs more steeply, and there are walls of rock and concrete as the road appears to try to cross onto itself. Part of me is thinking that this road would have been fun to climb on the bicycle, and another part of me is thankful for the power of the engine between my legs, pulling me up the mountain with such ease.
The way our bikes move from corner to corner starts to feel like a dance. The machines tilt into one corner, then a twist of the throttle and we are both speeding into the next turn of the road in the green tunnel of the pine trees flashing by. The rhythm of me and Kate on the bikes, accelerating and braking, the feeling of the g-forces in the corners, the lean of our bikes, it is like our motions are synchronized. I have perfect sight of Kate’s beautiful butt in those leather pants as she moves on the bike, but I have to remind myself not to fixate on her curves so as not to forget the curves that matter more just now, the ones on the road.
We are climbing high now, and the pine trees start to be further from each other, the forest thinning out, revealing glimpses of the hilly scenery and the sea in the foggy horizon. The grey, foggy horizon morphs seamlessly to the deep blue sky. There isn’t a cloud in sight.
Just as I am wondering how such a road can be so deserted, Kate raises her hand to indicate something, and then she slows down and pulls off the road onto a wide area which offers views of the hills and the sea in the distance. I stop next to her. We let the bikes idle for a moment and take our helmets off. Breathing the mountain air, I look at Kate, and as the bikes have cooled down a bit, we turn them off. They start to tick and cool down in the sudden silence. Kate puts back her glasses, which she took off before taking off the helmet.
‘Just, wow. That was pretty awesome ride.’ I say.
‘Wasn’t it? As soon as we agreed to rent bikes, I instantly thought of this road. I used to ride this years ago a lot when we lived closer to the mountains, and the road is always empty, and it always seemed to me the perfect road for bikes like these.’
‘Well, you sure were not wrong.’
I struggle to put my earlier thoughts of the drive seeming like a dance to words.
‘It was… kind of an unreal feeling, following you. I sort of fell into a trance, turning into the corners with you, braking, accelerating, all at the same time with you. It was kind of like we were dancing.’
‘I know.’ she answers. ‘I would like to try with you leading, but I know the road a lot better.’
‘And, I also had the fine sight of you in those leather pants. Your ass looks fabulous in them!’
‘Do you think so? You don’t think my ass looks too fat in these?’ she says, teasingly.
‘Kate, your ass in those tight leather pants was almost enough to make me crash with the bike a couple times!’
‘Hmm, Archie, you have to be careful where you look when you are riding! But now when we have stopped, this outfit is a bit hot.’ Kate says and starts to open her leather jacket zipper slowly.
I am leaning into the Ducati and Kate is in front of me. Her light brown hair is loose in the wind, an unruly mess after she has removed her helmet. As she slowly unzips the jacket my gaze follows her hand as she moves from the top of the collar. Her slender neck is exposed first, then her hand opens the zipper further. As her hand is on her chest, I realize that she isn’t wearing a shirt beneath the jacket. I am captivated by the sight of her breasts being squeezed together by the tight leather riding jacket. Does she have anything under there?
I get my answer as her hand moves lower still. She is wearing a small, lacy black bra underneath, but nothing else. I feel my cock stirring in my jeans as her zipper is now completely open and I see her flat tummy, the jacket now open from the front.
‘I am so hot, I hope you don’t mind Archie if I take the jacket off?’
I don’t manage an answer as Kate removes the jacket. She is now wearing only the black bra and those gorgeous tight leather pants. Has she forgotten where we are, on the side of a public road? Granted, we haven’t seen a soul in the last twenty minutes.
‘Oh, that is much better!’ Kate says with her jacket off, the cooler mountain air must feel good on her hot skin. She puts the jacket on top of the Agusta. She raises her hands on top of her head and stretches, arcing her back. This pushes and lifts her tits even further and her thin waist looks awesome and her butt and legs look just plain divine in the shiny, tight black leather. My erection is harder now, making the front of my jeans bulge out. For an instant I remember the sight of her last night in the beautiful white lingerie and long heels, with the pink strap on on her hip. I thought that was the most erotic sight I have seen. But now when I see her on the black tight leather biker pants, only wearing the black bra and her glasses, and the mountain breeze moving her loose brown hair onto her face, I am thinking the trophy has now passed to what I am viewing right now.
‘What is this Archie, are you seeing something you like?’ she says with a smile, as if just now noticing the swollen front of my jeans. She moves closer to me. I am without words as she is now just a step away, her beautiful breasts right in front of me. She reaches and touches my dick through the jeans, squeezing it slightly and leans in to kiss me. I return the kiss with a sigh and a moan as she simultaneously squeezes my cock harder. I sense hunger in her kiss, the way her mouth opens and her tongue moves on my lips and meeting my own tongue. The kiss seems to release any and all inhibitions I had and makes my hard-on grow to its fullness. She feels this through the fabric and as we continue to kiss she starts to open my belt.
‘Kate, what… somebody could come!’ I manage to stutter, looking at her pretty face.
‘Relax, we haven’t seen anybody here, and anyway, we can hear them coming from a mile away. Besides, these leather motorcycle pants have kneepads. I want to put them to some use.’
She is right, the place where we have stopped is so silent that any cars or motorcycles would be evident long before they were on to us. Her comment of kneepads both makes me want that time would speed up and stand still.
Kate has opened the belt and now is slowly working on the buttons of my jeans. Part of me is scared at us doing this in public and part of me, but a growing part wants her to continue, to allow my dick an escape from the tight jeans.
Kate gets the last of the buttons on my jeans open. She is still standing in front of me. Her pale, tight, waist and those tight leather pants and her small black bra outside in the barren mountain scenery is a sight I will not forget in a while. She kisses me one last time and then smiles as she kneels in front of me.
‘Mm. Something delicious is hiding in here.’ she says kneeling in front of my crotch, my dick bulging in my shorts.
I am again wordless as I cannot wait for her to release my member and sink it into her mouth. She looks up at me and slowly brings her hand on the waistband of my shorts, and then starts to move her fingers across my belly, slowly pulling the waistband downwards. My shaft is iron-hard and is stretching the fabric of the shorts as if her mouth is a magnet.
Kate stops and kisses my cock through the fabric of the shorts. Her mouth catches the head of my cock and she bites a little into it, sending waves of both pain and pleasure and promise through me. I wonder who of us will watch for traffic in moments to come, then I lose that thought as Kate pulls the waistband even lower, exposing my balls but still keeping the head of my cock a prisoner. My hard-on is now being held captive by its own hardness. My cock is so stiff it does not jump out even though only an inch is keeping it under the waistband of my shorts.
‘Wow, I think you do like what you are seeing... I think I have not seen you this hard before.’ Kate says as she starts to lick the shaft of my penis and the exposed balls. I look down, and see her perfect shoulders and her long brown hair and her white back, the narrow waist and her round butt in those tight black leather pants stretched so tight that the black leather is almost totally wrinkle free, and her long legs under her as she kneels on the gravel in front of me.
At last she pulls the final inch of the waistband down and my dick jumps free, and hits her straight on her face, almost making her glasses drop to the ground.
‘Oh my, aren’t we excited!’ Kate says as she corrects her glasses and takes a better look at my cock standing at full attention in front of her. The veins standing out, the head of my cock is almost purple at the pressure of desire, seeking to enter between Kate’s lips into the tightness of her slippery mouth. She looks up at me as she places a delicate kiss on the head. The touch of her lips feel at the same time hot, promising, and then cool as the mountain air hits the moist spot as her mouth leaves. I would like to grab her head and thrust my cock down her throat, but I think she will want to dictate the speed of events, and part of me is relishing the slowness of her progress.
As if the ice is broken, the initial touch of her lips on my cock behind us, she licks my shaft with more eagerness and hunger. The tip of her tongue going the full length from head to root and back, then twisting around the head, sending waves of pleasure through me and forcing me to close my eyes. She tickles me with her tongue and finds that sensitive spot just at the head of my cock, where the foreskin ends. As she notices my moans when she touches me there, her lips move in and suck on the spot and I cannot help it, I begin to thrust my hips and try to make her open her lips and take me inside her mouth. The longing of having those lips around my cock is overwhelming, I cannot think anything else than the need of seeing my cock disappear into her mouth.
She looks up to me and stops, parting her lips expectantly. I look down to her eyes, and her face is framed by her beautiful hair loose on the wind, her breasts in the black bra and her legs in the black leather pants. She opens her mouth a bit wider and, her eyes never leaving mine, takes me deep into her mouth.
The hot squeeze of her lips after the feeling of the cool mountain air on my cock and the depth of her throat on the initial thrust are amazing. I am stunned and time seems to stop, and it is as if I don’t want to leave the hot, deep place where I have entered, but part of me wants to pull out, to be able to thrust back in. She takes the decision away from me by pushing on my hips, slowly pulling my cock almost out of her mouth, but not all the way, and holding on to the head with her lips and then sinking it even deeper again.
My hands are on the sides of the Ducati, and I am watching as she starts to suck my cock, moving it in and out her mouth, sometimes looking up to me, sometimes closing her eyes and focusing on the sensation of my pulsing dick entering deep into her mouth. I watch her pretty face with her glasses on, a little of her spit spilling out from the side of her mouth and onto her breasts and the leather pants. With the amount of sex I have had in the past days, it seems impossible that I can be this ready to come again, but the sight in front of me is just too much. I start to feel the load coming up my balls and I am getting nearer to the point of no return as I watch her suck my cock in the empty Cyprus mountain scenery.
She senses my coming orgasm, and places her hand on my dick and squeezes, and does not take me as deep into her mouth anymore. She pulls my cock out of her mouth long enough to quickly say to me: ‘Archie, I want you to come into my mouth. I want your sperm. Now. Please.’ And then she takes me back in her mouth and sucks hard on the head and moves her lips just over the thicker end of my penis, while squeezing my member from the root and moving her hand as well.
This is too much for me, her thirsty look at me when the words came out of her mouth makes me explode and fill her mouth with my cum.
As soon as the first spurt of my load is shooting out and my moans break the silence of the hills around us, I sense a whooshing sound from the road. I am exploding into Kate’s mouth as I realize that a cyclist is speeding past us on the downhill!
As I see the cyclist disappear almost as fast as he appeared, I just have time to realize that he saw us and understood what was happening, with Kate half naked kneeling in front of me. But my orgasm cannot be stopped, and I shoot more of my load into Kate’s waiting mouth. I grab her shoulders and thrust deeper, and hear more sounds from the road.
This time is not one, but four more cyclists in similar attire and with slightly less speed flying past us. They have more time to look, and they clearly see us as Kate sucks my cum.
None of the cyclists has enough time to brake as they were doing going far too fast to stop. Thankfully the road was straight, I would not have liked to start explaining if the cyclists had been watching us and then tumbling off the road. Kate keeps my cock in her mouth as I shoot more cum down her throat. I look down at her after my orgasm and the cycling team has passed. Not a drop of my load was spilled out, she took all of it into her mouth. I look at her as she swallows what is left and she looks up at me. Does she know about the team that whooshed past us?
‘Hmm. I forgot about those guys. They don’t make so much sound. Otherwise you would have stopped me, right Archie?’ she says, standing up.
I doubt I would have cared much if a bus full of tourists would have gone past when I was exploding into Kate’s mouth.
‘I did not notice them until they were right on top of us.’ I answer.
‘I don’t care. Shall we go? Let’s ride to the village near the summit for a sandwich or something?’
‘Sounds good.’ I answer.
‘Do you want to try the Agusta?’ Kate says zipping up her jacket.
‘Sure, I would love to!’
We switch bikes and Kate takes again point on the Ducati, as she is more familiar with the roads. The Agusta is, if possible, even angrier than the other Italian. The throttle is incredibly sensitive, even the smallest twist of the throttle seems to want to accelerate the bike much faster than I would like to. It takes a few minutes to get used to, but eventually I learn to trust the bike and the sticky tires, just trying to always aim it straight before accelerating out of the corners. The Ducati was more forgiving, but man, both of these bikes are incredibly exciting! They both feel alive, and now when we become more used to the response and the behavior of the bikes in the tighter corners, we begin to enjoy the ride even more.
The road is again empty as before, the lone group of cyclists and us are the exceptions to what Kate said before, and nobody seems to be enjoying this twisty mountain tarmac trail. The trees thin out even more, and the road climbs smoothly ever more up the mountain slope. The wind is cooling us down again, and the satisfied feeling in my groin and the chance of riding these beautiful bikes in such company and such perfect scenery and road is making me so happy I could cry. It is one of those perfect moments that one gets sometimes in life.
Kate takes a couple of intersections and we reach the road that takes us to the Troodos village near the top of the mountain. We park the bikes in front of a café, hang our helmets on the bike. Kate has to just unzip her jacket partially because of having no shirt underneath. We buy some sandwiches and two cokes and sit in the shade.
We eat and chat about the perfect rides we got by surprise from the rental. Both the bikes are great, I prefer the slightly easier to ride Ducati, Kate loves the aggression in the Agusta. We agree to switch back for the final ride back to the rental agency.
When we are done and climbing back onto the bikes, Kate says to me: ‘I have one place I want to stop at when we ride back. To get something for tonight.’
‘What place?’
‘You’ll see. Just follow me.’ and she accelerates away.
I have no choice but to follow her as we ride down the mountain. The road is familiar to me, I have been going down this same road a couple times now on the bicycle. Doing it on the Ducati, everything seems much faster and shorter. I can now appreciate the good brakes and the good traction from the front wheel. But there is more traffic, so we take it easy.
There is more traffic on this road. We have to just follow the flow and ride with the local vans and the occasional rental cars of the tourists. It would be so easy to pass everyone on these bikes and go absolutely crazy, but on these roads and with the unpredictability of the Cypriot way of driving, it would be also totally insane. So we ride with the traffic and I am more thankful every moment that we had the blast of a drive through the deserted mountain road.
I guess I am over the fact that we were seen by the group of cyclists while Kate sucked my dick. Now when I think about it, the thought of us being seen actually turns me on. I wonder what the guys on the bikes thought, seeing half naked girl kneeling in front of a guy in the side of the road? I bet we are the topic of the night’s discussion back where they are staying. I am just glad that the road was downhill for them so they were doing fast enough speed to pass us in just seconds, otherwise it would have been slightly too awkward for me.
We reach the freeway and Kate takes the turn to the left, not right where the guesthouse would be. I wonder what place she wants to stop at? We ride just a couple of exits and then take the off ramp and turn to the left, taking us to the outskirts of Limassol. I follow Kate as she drives the bike through the suburbs and then turns to a side road. Just a few hundred meters off the road she parks the bike and gets off in front of a store that has darkened windows. The sign above the windows says “Adult store” in large red letters.
Kate is standing next to her bike, with her helmet off.
‘I will just be a minute, will you wait outside?’ she says, and disappears inside the store. I did not even have time to answer, so I am left outside waiting by the bikes. The street is empty, for which I am thankful. I do my adult toy shopping online, not that I feel that there is anything wrong with buying such items, but it just does feel a bit awkward to be visiting such places.
Kate steps out of the store with a small plastic bag. I wonder what she has bought, but I have a suspicion I will find out later tonight.
‘Archie, do you have any place to put this? My bike hasn’t got any storage, and I can’t fit it inside my jacket.’
‘Let me see.’ The package she has in the bag is too large for the small compartment on the Ducati, so I just open my riding jacket and stuff it in there.
‘Thanks. It is a present for you. I hope you like it!’ Kate says as we hop on our bikes and head back to the rental place. It is almost time to go back and now, with Kate’s package pressing against my ribs, I am more waiting for our time tonight at the empty guesthouse than more miles on the bikes.
We arrive to the rental place and leaving the pretty bikes in front, return our rented gear to Andreas, who is eager to know how we liked the bikes. Riding them was epic, and we tell Andreas this, and spend some time talking about the ride. Although we cannot really tell him everything that happened. We leave the part out where I had my dick in Kate’s mouth and filled it with cum while the cycling team went past and she swallowed my load with just her black bra, the leather pants and her glasses on!
While Kate is in the dressing room changing back to her own clothes (sigh: those leather pants!) I peek at the contents of the plastic bag, but am disappointed because the package inside is wrapped in brown paper. I shake it carefully, and feel the heft of the package. It is pretty heavy, and about five centimeters thick, fifteen long and ten wide. I stuff the package back into the plastic bag as Kate comes out from the dressing room.
We get back to the car and start to drive to the house.
‘So, ehh… what’s in the package?’ I ask Kate.
‘Oh, no. It is a present for you. Well, I guess I am going to actually use it, but I think you will enjoy it as well.’
Her secrecy is arousing. I am thinking what could be in the small package. Some lingerie? I did enjoy seeing her in the white bra and the stockings. But the package is so heavy, it cannot contain only some lingerie. A strap on? Could be, but the size is quite small in that case.
‘When can I open it?’
‘Hmm. I think when it gets dark.’ she answers, looking at me.
Dark? Damn, that is still a couple of hours away. I think my look reveals my thoughts as Kate laughs at my expression. ‘You look like a small k** at Christmas! Anyway, we haven’t eaten so much the whole day. At least I am starving. How about we cook something in my kitchen while we wait for the sun to set?’
It sounds good to me, and for the rest of the drive back to the house we chat about what we could make.
Back at the house, I go to my room to change clothes and shower. The day was exciting, and to get to ride those amazing bikes was really great. But what happened in the forest is still the main thing in my mind. I still remember how it felt when I realized at the same time that I am going to shoot my cum, Kate does not pull out and is going to allow me to shoot all of it inside her mouth, and then seeing the team of cyclists shoot past us as I filled Kate’s mouth with my load. At the time it seemed scary to be seen by other people, but looking back to it now, it was kind of erotic to be seen in public doing something which normally would be considered forbidden.
As I step out of the shower, these thoughts and the memory of Kate in her black leather pants, kneeling in front of me is making my cock swell and the thought of her present for me is making my erection even harder. The expectation of getting the present is the main thing in my mind however.
I dress in beige slacks and a white shirt and after a short breather in the terrace to give Kate some more time to get ready, I wander downstairs to the kitchen. Kate isn’t there yet, but the package is waiting on the dining table outside, like it is teasing me. I decide to sit in the living room, waiting for Kate to be back.
When she gets back from her shower, she has put on cutoff jeans and a short sleeved white shirt, and she has left it open in the front. She looks sexy in the outfit, and smells shower fresh.
We decided to do a simple wok style dish from whatever there is in the fridge. I start to chop the vegetables for the wok while she sets some rice and does some salad for us. Kate asks me to open a bottle of white wine, and I pour us glasses while we are starting to heat up the wok.
It is getting dusk when the food is ready. We eat outside, talking about the day and the bikes. The present in the middle of the table is like the pink elephant in the room. We both know it is there, and I admit it is making my concentration a bit difficult.
As we finish eating, have cleaned out the dishes and are sitting in the dining table outside, the darkness is getting thicker. Sun has set twenty minutes ago, and the stars start to come out. The hills around us are black already, the sky a darkening blue.
With a quiet moment in our chatting, I look first at Kate, then to the present between us. I fill her glass with wine and ask the question.
‘Is it time to open this?’ I point to the package in front of us.
Kate looks around her. ‘I guess I promised when it is dark. Yes, you can open it now.’
She looks a bit apprehensive, scared. ‘Wait, let me explain first. I … said to you something yesterday. And I kind of had that thing in mind. And since it has been so great having you here as my guest, and this is your last night here, I wanted us to… I wanted to try something. So, please, I am not forcing you to do anything. It is only if you want to.’
I look at her with the package in my hands. I put down the package, stand up and walk around to her side of the table. She is still looking at the package on the table, with a slight blush on her cheeks.
‘Kate, my time here has been amazing. I could never, ever have imagined anything like what has happened. And, from the very first night, I felt some sort of connection to you. When I am with you, I feel good, I feel like I am with a good friend.’
She has turned her face towards me, looking up at me, and my words have clearly relieved some of her tension and her fears.
‘And Kate, what I did yesterday, when I revealed my fantasy to Christine and you, and then we actually did it… it was probably the greatest sex I have had ever. I feel with you I can be open, and we can try things. So I am glad that you have something that you want to try.’
I bend down to kiss her gently. She returns my kiss, raising her hand to grab my head and pulling me to her mouth, her kiss is strong, like my words have been exactly what she needed, but at the same time I sense in her kiss the coming moment of our separation, the moment when I have to leave her and go back home. In that one kiss I sense the whole incredible week; the surprise meeting of such wonderful people, the excitement of the sensual sex that we have had, the scared feelings we all had for exposing our fantasies to other people, and the delight we then had when the others were interested and wanted to carry out the things that we shared. And finally, most of all I sense in her eager, strong kiss the remorse of the inevitable end of this dream-like week, the wish that it wouldn’t end, and that we could stop time and live in this moment for as long as we liked.
When we finish, I look her and go back to sit on my side of the table. I take the package and start to unwrap it. There is no cord, it is just brown paper with clear office tape, so it is easy to open.
The package is not a single item, it is three small packages. First one contains a bottle of rose-scented lubricant. The second is a black box with a metal object, I think it is an anal probe of some sort, a butt plug as they are called. The metal butt plug has different sized “balls” closely attached to each other. And finally, there is a small anal douche. It is a basically a kit for anal sex.
I look up to Kate. She is blushing, but meets my look.
‘I asked them at the shop for stuff for anal beginners, and this is what they recommended. If you remember, last night I told you I would like to try it. And since you are leaving soon, and I won’t have anybody else to try it with… I thought maybe we could try it tonight… if you want to.’
I look at Kate and try to decide what to say. Definitely I would like to do it with her, I like anal, but when it is your first time it can take some getting used to. I mean Christine for sure enjoyed it, and I do too, but I bet both of us have had plenty of practice. I don’t want to disappoint Kate, both by rejecting her offer, but also I don’t want her to have a bad experience on my final night here. I decide that honesty is the best approach.
‘Kate, I would love to try it with you, but you know the first time when someone does it could be not so enjoyable. So if we do it, we should not be disappointed if you find it too painful. It would be perfectly normal.’
‘I know, I read about it in internet this morning. I would still like us to try.’
I look at her and notice that she really wants it and I remember the guts it took me to tell the others about my fantasy. There is no way I can deny her the chance to live hers.
‘Ok. I would love to try it with you.’
She reaches across the table for my hand, and I take it, squeezing hard.
‘But, I think I need some advice from you,’ she says. ‘About how to… use these things best. And how would you like to… do it.’
I think about it a moment. Even talking about this is going to require some boldness, which I think I would not have had some time ago. But this week has taught me that with friends, one can be open and they will understand.
‘Let us first look at the items. Do you know what this is for?’ I hold the anal douche.
Kate blushes. ‘Yes, it is to clean yourself before. But I don’t know how to use it.’
‘It is real easy. You just take some lukewarm water, then fill this from it and then you just squirt it inside you. You can do it a few times and then hold it inside for a minute, and then use the toilet. Just when you fill it, take care that there isn’t any air inside, just the water. You can repeat this a couple times until you feel that you are empty inside.’
She looks a bit suspicious, but nods. ‘Ok, sounds simple enough.’
‘Afterwards, you should wash this carefully and then hang it to dry, and then take a shower yourself.’
‘Ok. And this then?’ She holds up the metal butt plug. ‘The guy at the store recommended it, but it looks so… uncomfortable… and big.’
‘It is metal so it is easy to clean and slides in easily. And see these things? They start smaller and gradually get bigger in size.’ I am pointing at the connected balls that make up the butt plug. ‘You are supposed to put the small end in first and then when you are comfortable, the next one and the next. But only as far as you want and it isn’t painful. What it will do is it will allow your ass to relax and sort of understand that there is something there. I can’t enter you in there if you are not relaxed.’
‘And this I guess is what makes things slippery.’ She points to the lubricant.
‘Yes, and with anal, it is usually “more is better” when it comes to lubrication.’
‘Well, it doesn’t sound so complicated. Still… I can’t remember being this nervous. What if it will hurt?’ she asks.
‘If we do it right, it should not hurt. We should go slow and try how far you can take this thing.’ I hold the butt plug. ‘If you can take the third or fourth ball, and you say it does not hurt you, then I think it is ok to try me enter you.’
‘These? Wow. I don’t know. They look huge.’
‘Don’t look at the size of the balls, look at the thickness of the shaft between the balls. The balls themselves will slide in easy and then your ass will settle on the thinner shaft between them. It will feel like you are stretched a little when the balls go in, and then it settles down each time after the thicker part is in.’
She looks at where I am pointing. ‘Oh, well, that looks… well, it still looks big, but… maybe not impossible.’ She looks up at me. ‘I… I said that I am nervous, but I am also curious, and I want to try it. With you.’
‘Me too. But no pressure, all right? If it doesn’t work out, I am not disappointed. I know that when it is first time, it might not be so easy.’
She stands up and comes to my side of the table, standing in front of me. She sits down on my lap and puts her hands behind my back and kisses me.
‘So Archie, do you want me now?’ she whispers. ‘Do you want to make love to me like this?’
My cock is pushing against her, already hard from just talking about this with her. Her words make it harder again. My voice a whisper too, I answer her. ‘Yes, Kate.’
She kisses my ear and whispers so silently that even though the terrace is empty, only the sounds of the insects of the evening around us in the darkening night. ‘I want your dick in my ass. I want you to fuck me there, and then I want you to cum inside me.’
Her words are like magic, making my shaft hard as a rock. She must feel this as she is sitting on it. With a smile, she looks me deep in my eyes as she kisses me on the lips and then stands up, looking down at the bulge in my slacks. She takes my hand and I stand up too.
‘Where should we do it?’ she asks.
I look around, then pull her from her hand inside the house. There, the chair in the living room.
‘How about here?’
‘Ok.’
‘I will wait here.’ I kiss her.
‘Ok, I will be just a minute.’ She grabs the front of my slacks and squeezes my erection making me sigh out of pleasure. ‘Stay…hard.’ and then she grabs the anal douche and goes to her wing of the house.
I stand around for a while but then I walk back out to the terrace. The night is now completely dark and outside the lights of the house, the hillside is black. The moon is not out yet, and only the stars are lighting the hills. The scent of the warm night is exotic and the sounds of the evening all around me. My last night here. Tomorrow, the plane back home.
Suddenly it feels wrong to be leaving. Leaving the warm air. Leaving the silent nature, the beautiful views. The sea. Leaving the pretty roads. Leaving the beautiful house. Leaving Kate. But this isn’t where my life is. My life is back home. My work, my apartment.
I think about the last week here. It is weird how people forget. It seems so long ago that I stepped off the plane and got to the rental car. And now, with all that is happened, it feels that “back home” was another life. The life where I need to return to. The cold. The darkness. The coming winter.
Thinking about this wonderful week and Kate as my host, my friend, my lover, the return to back home seems like… yes, a return, but at the same time it seems like leaving something. I search for a word… and only one I can come up with is “paradise”.
I hear steps behind me, then her arms are reaching around me and I can feel the scent of shower-fresh Kate.
‘Come.’ she says.
She has only a towel around her as I follow her to the living room. We stop in front of the chair and now I am standing behind her. Her hair is slightly damp from the shower and smells wonderful. I hold her loose brown long hair onto one side and kiss her neck. She breathes in when my lips touch her.
I hold her still facing the chair, and start to open the towel she has wrapped around her. I allow it to fall to the floor and my hands move to her waist, caressing her lightly, touching her sides, her belly, bringing my hands slowly up close to her tits, then down her sides to her hips. Her hair is a little longer than shoulder length and loose, falling now to her back. I touch her shoulders, then her neck. She is breathing deeper.
I turn her around.
‘Close your eyes.’ I tell her. She obeys me, lifting her chin up with parted lips, waiting to be kissed. I kiss her on the lips and bring my hands now up on her neck and throat, and then while still kissing her, move my hands slowly lower, touching her chest, and then my fingers find her breasts. She breathes in sharply as my fingers make little circles around her hard nipples. I bend in, kissing her between her tits, then moisten my fingers in my mouth and as I kiss her left nipple, simultaneously my slippery fingers find her right nipple and my tongue and fingers slide around her she moans with pleasure. My other hand is at her back, dropping to her hips and pulling her closer.
I kneel now in front of her and kiss her belly with both my hands on her hips, and then on her thighs, forcing her legs wider apart. Her scent is clear now, her wet pussy flowing from the excitement and my closeness. My hand moves to the inside of her thigh and slowly starts to move upwards, inching closer to the place of her desire. As my hand moves up, my kisses and my mouth moves down, and she soon understand where they will meet. Slowly my lips and my tongue get closer to her pussy and my hand and my fingers climb up the inside of her thigh. Her scent is strong, beautiful, and I cannot wait to taste her.
Simultaneously, my fingers find her flowing lips and my tongue tastes her juices and I hear her moan out her satisfaction. I start to slowly move my fingers and my tongue and her hips start to sway to encourage me, to meet my movements. She has her hand on my head and shoulders, pulling my hair and my face closer, pulling my tongue deeper into her, and she bends her knees to lower herself to meet my fingers, to force them deeper into her.
I push first one finger, then two slowly inside her pussy, and she pulls my face tighter against her, my tongue now finding the hard spot between her pussy lips, flicking it and my fingers fucking her faster at the same time, her hips rocking faster. I can feel she is seconds away from orgasm.
Her motions are beyond her control now, she cannot do anything but explode on to my face and hands. I place my thumb on her clit and pull away to look at her as my fingers feel her pussy spasm and her juices flow on my hand. I look up on her and see her eyes closed, her mouth open, all her muscles tight and the waves or her orgasm twitching her belly muscles. She cries out as her orgasm reaches its peak and her knees give almost away. I allow her to control her penetration at the moment of climax, keeping my fingers where she wants them, but not pushing into her anymore. Then I pull out, place one final kiss on her mound and stand up to kiss her lips so that she can taste her own pussy on my lips.
‘Wow… I wasn’t expecting that. Thank you.’ she says with a whisper.
‘It was my pleasure. And besides, you feel more relaxed now.’
I kiss her once more, then I take a pillow from the sofa and place it on the armchair, and the towel from the floor and fold it on top of the pillow. ‘Please, sit here.’
Kate sits down on the chair, and I gently take her legs and place them on either armrest. The chair has high armrests so her legs are now wide open. I take another pillow from the sofa and place it on the floor in front of her.
I fetch the bottle of lubricant and the butt plug and place them to the sofa table. Looking at Kate, I take off my shirt and my slacks and my shorts, leaving me naked in front of her, my cock now semi hard. She looks at my body and my cock as I strip in front of her. I look at her, with her legs wide apart, her pussy shiny from her recent climax, her head resting against the armchair’s backrest, and her butt high up in the air. She looks delicious and ready.
I go down on my knees on the pillow on the floor, placing my hands on her ankles and look at her.
‘Remember, just say if you don’t want to continue. I am going to ask you also when you are ready for more. Please talk to me.’ I say to her.
‘I will.’ she answers.
‘Do you want me to touch you there now? Say it please.’
‘I want you to touch me there.’ she says.
‘Where?’
‘To my butt.’
‘Show me where.’ I ask her.
‘Touch me here, please.’ she puts her hand on her ass, her finger on her butthole.
‘Hmm. There? Ok.’
I move my right hand up her leg and thigh closer to her pussy and her butt. Her skin is smooth and her look follows my hand as it moves up her leg. I take my finger on her smooth ass and start to move around her ass in a small circle, around her hole.
‘Here?’ I ask?
‘Yes, please, Archie.’
I take the bottle of lube and squirt a little on my hand and on her butt, and start to move my thumb closer to her hole, rimming it. She squirms slightly as I move to touch so close to her butt. I watch her as I move my thumb right on her ass. I keep it there for a moment and then start to slowly move it around. I squirt some more lube on my thumb and put the bottle away.
‘How does this feel?’ I ask.
‘Good. It feels great when you move your finger there.’ she answers.
‘Ok, how about this?’ I move my other hand on top of her pussy, so that my other thumb is now on her pussy lips.
‘Oh, yes… OH.’ she closes her eyes and concentrates on the feeling of me massaging her butt with my right hand and thumb and her pussy with my left hand. I am going very slowly because I know she is still sensitive from her earlier orgasm. After a minute of this is start to increase pressure on her butt, I start to push a little each time my thumb is right on her hole. I sense she is not yet relaxing her butt, she is still closed to me.
‘Relax. How does it feel when I push a little?’ I push some more.
‘It feels good. I… I kind of want to… I would like you to push it inside me now.’ she answers.
‘Hmm, would you now? Like this?’ I switch to my middle finger and push on her hole, and it slides in easily after all the rimming.
‘Oh, yes!!’
She is tight, but she is relaxing each second, I can sense it. I take a little more lube and slowly start to move my middle finger inside her. Putting away the lube I return to slowly caress her pussy lips, up and down at the same rhythm as my finger moves in and out her butt.
‘It doesn’t hurt?’
‘No, it feels good.’
I know that she is soon ready to take more. I continue for a minute or so, and then pull my finger out of her ass and take the butt plug, lubing it up well. I warm it up in my fingers and then bring it up to her hole. She looks at me with a wanting expression and nods. ‘Please, put it inside me.’
I bring the plug to touch her butt and start to push gently. I know it is important to do this slowly. Just pushing gently and allow her butt to slowly open, to understand what is happening. I look up to her again and she nods again, biting her lower lip.
After half a minute or so, I can feel her relax and open up, and the first ball of the plug slides in.
‘How was that?’ I ask.
‘It felt… a little big going in but now it is just fine.’
I move the plug inside her just a little, but not enough to let it slide out. Then I lean in closer, and with my left hand I open her pussy lips wider, and kiss her open pussy. She is dripping wet, flowing. I would love to sink my cock into her right now, but I am going to wait a moment before I do it. With my right hand I push and pull a little on the plug as I lick her pussy up and down at the same time. Kate is breathing hard now and lets out small moans each time my tongue flicks around her clit.
After a minute of this, I start pushing again and the second ball of the plug slides in, more easily now. As her ass accepts it, she moans out, now I think more for the pleasure of anal penetration than for anything else.
‘More, please.’ she says with a whisper between her sighs of pleasure.
I continue to slowly lick her pussy and after a minute I thrust again and the third ball slides in. I don’t want her to come again, at least not yet, so I lick her too slowly for her to climb close to orgasm. She is meeting my motions with her hips.
‘How does it feel?’ I ask.
‘It… gets… better all the time.’ she sounds surprised. ‘Please. Can I have more? Please?’
I push, and the fourth ball slides in.
I continue to lick her pussy slowly for a minute or so, then stand up and go around to the side of the armchair, leaving the plug in her butt. She watches as I move around the chair, my dick almost fully hard.
‘Take me in your mouth.’ I say to her and move closer.
She opens her lips and closes her eyes as I bring my cock onto her lips, and slide it into her hot mouth. She sucks on it, and moves her hands to touch my balls. Her eyes open and she looks up to me as I push my tool deeper between her lips. She takes in two, then three inches. I pull out, then grab her head and say. ‘Take me as deep as you can.’
She opens her mouth as wide as she can, and I push in slowly, her hand on my belly controlling how deep I can go. Four inches, maybe four and half. Then a little more. She stops with an inch and a half, she cannot manage more. I pull out and she breathes in, her saliva glistening on her lips and her chin.
I am fully hard now, and my member is slippery and shiny, straight out of her mouth. I stand up, move back to between her legs, and start to pull out the butt plug. She feels each ball as it leaves her, and after the last one is out, I sense she is ready for me to try to enter her.
I take the lube and squirt more lube to my cock until it is all slippery in my hand. I take the head to her butt. Words aren’t needed anymore, I take her hands, my cock is now at her butt, touching it, I start to push a little and sense her opening slowly to me. I look into her eyes and hold both of her hands. She nods to me and her hands are pulling me closer, signaling me to push, to enter her ass. She is going to have first time a man inside her ass.
I push more, and her ass opens more, and then I slide into her, looking into her eyes. The feeling of entering her virgin ass is heaven. After entering her I don’t move for a moment, letting her feel me, letting her butt relax. She is squeezing me deliciously tight, but after some moments I can feel her starting to relax. Her expressions shows me she wants me to move, to push deeper into her.
‘Oh, you are so tight! It feels good to enter your ass!’ I say.
‘It feels good. I want you. Harder, please!’ she answers me.
I watch down where my cock is hard, entering her ass, and the sight is beautiful, her pussy, wet and ready and my hard cock entering her ass. I push more and slide deeper into her. But not all the way, not yet. I push in an inch, then start to pull out slowly. My hands return to her pussy, massaging it slowly with the rhythm of my fucking.
I push again, deeper this time. She meets my push, and I enter deeper. Then we start to really find a common rhythm, and my cock is soon sliding in and out her ass, and my fingers are working on her pussy. The tightness around my cock is making me cry out each time I slide deep into her butt, and she answers my cries with sounds of her own pleasure. My pleasure is partly from the incredible tightness of her, partly from knowing this is her first time, but mostly from the sight of my cock entering her so easily now and the obvious pleasure she is getting from getting filled anally.
Now I am slamming into her butt to the hilt and she is still meeting my each push, loving every inch of man meat entering her ass and my fingers touching her pussy, bringing her closer to her second climax. But I want to try something different. I pull out of her and ask her to stand up.
Pushing her onto her knees on the armchair, with her ass now in front of me, I bring my cock back onto her ass and push in, starting to fuck her ass from behind. Her face is pushed against the chair, I grab her hair and turn her head sideways so I can see her face as I push into her butt. Grabbing her hips I push in more strongly, the sight of my cock disappearing completely between those wonderful, round ass cheeks is beautiful, I grab Kate’s thin waist and sink my cock into her again and again. Each thrust is bringing me closer to shooting my cum inside her ass.
I reach around and touch her pussy with my right arm, and grab her tits with my left, raising her more upright. I kiss her neck. She is close to her orgasm now. I slam my cock into her fast and deep, and feel my load coming.
‘Oh yes, I am coming into your ass. Oh yeeeesss!!! YES KATE YES!!’ I shout as I shoot my load into her ass and keep slamming my dick into that tight slippery hole.
She explodes at the same time, her orgasm squeezing my cock tight as she collapses on the chair. I keep my hands on her back as her back arcs with her deep breaths as she surfs her own wave of pleasure.
I might collapse on top of her, but just manage to hold myself on the armrests of the chair. I kiss her back and neck and pull out of her.
‘Oh, my. That was… even better than I could have imagined.’ she says. ‘I felt so… full. So completely full. It was different. But I could not have thought it would be so good.’
‘I am glad. It was