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It had been an incredibly long and exhausting few days here in Winston, Salem. My work had taken me here, from literally the other side of the world to help sort out a problem for a company that had purchased some specialized software that we’d designed. They’d allowed me five days to do the fix, and I knew by the end of day two that I’d be finished sometime the following morning. I was at least glad that I hadn’t ended up in LA or New York; I’m not a fan of big cities, and Winston was comparatively small, not that I’d seen all that much of the place. But knowing I’d have a few days before my flight, I wanted to see some of the sights.
I spoke to the concierge at the hotel and he was most helpful, suggesting I could take a group guided tour of downtown Winston, and then he remembered that only a couple of weeks ago a woman had left some business cards at the desk offering personalized tours of the city. I’m not one for groups, and even if it was a bit more costly, my very own tour guide sounded great. After speaking with the clerk, the concierge was able to pass on the woman’s details, and I went back to my room and gave the number on the card a call. A delightful sounding lady named Tricia answered, and I explained that I was here on business but had a couple of days up my sleeve, and I’d appreciate being shown around. We arranged to meet in the lobby of the hotel at half nine the following morning, and she’d have some places picked out and I could choose some or all, depending on how our time went.
I woke up the next morning quite early, and for the first time in a few days I wasn’t feeling jet lagged. I was also looking forward to not having to talk about anything work related, and to being able to escape the confines of my hotel room, nice as it was. I’d enthusiastically arrived quite a bit early to the lobby, and parked myself on some of the comfy seats with a coffee and the local newspaper, The Journal… the headlines read, political troubles ahead for Obama, crime figures rise over the past six months, farmers rallying over failing crops as water crisis continues… I could well have been looking at one of my own newspapers from home. I was quite distracted, and glancing up from the paper I saw a tall well-dressed woman entering through the doors. She was probably in her late thirties, full figured, and despite her height, was beautifully proportioned. She spoke briefly to the clerk at the desk who nodded toward my direction, and she walked over to where I was sitting.
“John?” she asked.
I stood up and rather formally shook hands. She had a lovely face, warm and open, as well as a beautiful smile.
“You must be Tricia,” I said, motioning for her to sit down.
“I hope I’m not late,” she said, noticing that I’d obviously been waiting long enough to have a coffee. “The traffic seemed busier than ever this morning”
“No, no… not at all. In fact I think you’re a few minutes early. I got down here at the SF, overly keen to escape from my prison.”
“The SF? What does that mean?” Tricia looked somewhat confused.
“It’s a slightly crude Australian expression,” I said, giggling a bit. “It just means getting up very early in the morning…”
“You might need to teach me some of them, and I can teach some of our local expressions,” she said smiling. “Now, for our tour today… is there anywhere you’d especially like to go, something in particular you’d wanted to see?”
“I’m happy to be led by you Tricia,” I said. “It can be a magical mystery tour!”
“OK… I’ve picked out about ten places we could visit, but we probably won’t fit all that in, so I’ll choose what I think are the best.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said. “Let’s get going.”
Tricia had parked only half a block away, and as we walked to her car we chatted and laughed, and soon were underway. The first place we visited was an amazing museum, Reynolda House, and later we went on to an old historic Moravian church. Tricia had picked out some great places, some historic, some fun, and all in all the day just sped by. Over lunch we got to chat a whole lot more, and I must say I felt like I’d known her for years. There was something about the way she spoke, softly and almost song like that was so attractive. We laughed at the same things, enjoyed similar tastes in movies and books, and to be honest I’d have been happy to spend a whole lot more time with her, regardless of the tour.
At day’s end Tricia dropped me back at the hotel…
“Well John, how are you enjoying our Northern Carolina hospitality?”
“Thanks to you I’ve had a wonderful time. Is tomorrow still OK?”
“Yes. Absolutely. I thought we could explore some of the sights in downtown Winston. How does that sound?” she asked.
“Mmm. To be honest, what I’d really like to do is find somewhere to visit away from the hustle and bustle. My life is full of buildings and cars and people rushing… somewhere peaceful and quiet would be ideal. What do you suggest?”
Tricia thought for a moment, then said, “If you don’t mind a bit of a drive, then I think I know just the place. I’ll pack a picnic lunch for us both. We’ll need to leave quite early, maybe eight, half past at the latest… and wear some good walking shoes.”
“Sounds very good… I’ll bring some wine… I’ll meet you outside the hotel at eight, that way you won’t have to find a park…let the mystery tour continue. I’ll make sure I’m up again at the SF.”
“You have to tell me what that means you cheeky man,” she said with a smile.
“Do you have sparrows in Winston?” I asked. “There’s a clue for you to ponder.”
“Yes we have sparrows, but I still don’t get it… I will do some googling later tonight… and yes, be up at the SF! ... I’ve enjoyed your company today John, thank you.”
And with that, she leaned across and gave me a warm hug… It is a beautiful thing when you discover from the simplest of physical contact, just how attracted you are to someone…as I walked back into the foyer of the hotel, I realised my heart was going boom diddy boom, and I was sporting a rather uncomfortable bulge in my pants.
That next morning I was eagerly waiting on the pavement outside the hotel and eight o clock came and went… by about eight fifteen I started think Tricia might not be coming, and just as I was about to head back into the hotel, I saw her car in the distance. I hopped in after she pulled into the curb, and she looked a little flustered…
“Sorry I’m late John,” she said. “Life isn’t always straightforward for me, especially in the mornings.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Well, actually I’m a single mom, and early mornings can be tricky to organize with all I have to prepare…I’ve only recently started this business up. In fact, you’re my first proper client… I did a tour a week ago with an older couple visiting from Germany, and it was a disaster. I could barely understand their English, and my German stops at ‘Jawohl, Herr Kommandant’, and that’s only from watching re-runs of Hogan’s Heroes on cable. I ended up not charging them the tour was so bad. I’m not too sure this is for me.”
“Well, I had a ball yesterday!” I said. “And I’m sure today will be even better, so make sure you charge me above and beyond what you would normally. It won’t make a patch of difference, as my work will pick up the tab. I think I’m extremely lucky to have such a wonderful guide. Now, where are we headed today?”
Tricia’s mood had lifted, and she breathed a big sigh of relief… she went on…
“A favourite place of mine, a place of great beauty… if you like nature, if you like solitude, you’ll love it!”
“I’ve got my walking shoes on, and a nice bottle of red in my pack so let’s hit the road.”
The drive took us about one and a half hours through mostly small land holdings and couple of townships much smaller than Winston… eventually we pulled into a signed car park; William B Umstead State Park. There were only another couple of cars parked, and soon we had our daypacks out and were ready to begin.
Tricia said, “We’re meant to stick to the trails, but once we’re in a little way I know a beautiful little spot off the beaten track, beside a creek, just a mile or two’s walk. OK, let’s go!”
It was a glorious place, and even though it was just early autumn, some of the leaves on the trees had begun to turn golden. The day was quite warm and sunny and the morning air was clean and crisp. Tricia led the way, and walking behind her afforded the most wonderful view… not only being out in some beautiful wilderness, but Tricia had worn a stunningly tight pair of blue jeans, and to be honest, I don’t think I had ever seen a more perfectly shaped bottom, and gorgeous hips. The more we walked, the more aroused I became… after about forty five minutes, I could hear the sound of gently running water, and soon we arrived at a beautiful clearing in the woods that overlooked Sycamore creek. It wasn’t all that wide and seemed shallow enough to cross, though Tricia said that in the rainy season ‘it can get pretty wild and spectacular. ‘
“Well John, is this far enough from the hustle and bustle for you?”
“Tricia, it’s perfect!” I said, meaning every word.
Tricia laid out a picnic rug she’d brought along, and for some time we just sat together enjoying the sound of the water lazily ambling by, birds darting to and fro and only about twenty meters away from where we sat, a squirrel scurried along the ground before heading up the trunk of a tall tree.
Tricia began to set out the food she’d brought along, and I got the wine. I’d kind of ‘borrowed’ a couple of glasses from the hotel so we could drink in style. Tricia had some chicken, fresh bread and what looked like the makings of a salad, a tomato, an avocado, a large continental cucumber and some dressing.
“I didn’t have time to make up the salad this morning, but I’ve got all I need to make it here…”
“Why don’t we have a drink first…I’ll open the wine, then I’ll give you a hand with the food…this wine comes from my home downunder, to yours…”
Tricia gave a cheeky smirk. “ ‘Downunder’ means something different here.”
“Actually it can mean that as well in Australia… a good multi-function word with two excellent meanings,” I said, with a bit of a wicked grin.
The wine was very good, and just as I began to pour us another glass Tricia said,
“Excuse me a moment John. I should have used the restrooms on the way in at the car park… I need to take a pee. I’ll be back in a moment.”
Tricia took herself off behind a very large pine, and I sat trying not to listen, but absolutely listening as intently as I could, hearing her zip being undone, pants pulled down and a small wait before a soft gushing sound against the fallen leaves could be heard…
Softly, in that beautiful voice Tricia called out,
“Damm… John, would you mind checking my bag for a tissue, and passing it to me without peeking.”
I picked up Tricia’s bag and took a good look, but there were no tissues to be seen. To be honest I’m not good at seductive lines. While the opposite sex do find me attractive, it’s hardly ever that I try and pick someone up. In fact it’s fair to say that I’m quite shy, but almost as if another person sprang up inside me, I said,
“Sorry Tricia, there aren’t any… but if you’d like, my tongue would be more than happy to clean you up…”
… What followed was a long and awkward silence, and I could sense something going on… I thought Tricia was most likely pulling her jeans fully back on, and I would probably find myself walking back to Winston alone. I could not have been more shocked when Tricia emerged from behind the tree fully naked, as I knelt on the picnic rug. She stepped closer and closer until her incredibly beautiful and very hairy pussy was only a couple of inches from my face. She pushed her crotch forward a little, and with the fingers of both hands spread her lips wide. Her pussy was incredibly wet inside, and at first I just ran my tongue gently along the edges of each of those beautiful hairy lips. Tricia’s breathing was heavy and deep, and as I glanced upward I could see her pert breasts rising and falling with each breath… her nipples were like two tiny mountain peaks standing out hard and erect.
“I hope I don’t smell or taste too bad down there… like I was saying, this morning was a rush and I didn’t get the chance to shower…”
“You smell so bad it’s divine,” I said… “If you were my woman I would never let you wash again.”
I plunged my tongue between the folds of her pussy lips, and licked as deeply as I could into that wondrous, soft wet and musky place. My hands had found their way up to those very stiff nipples, and I began to pull and squeeze them between my fingers quite forcefully. Tricia’s pussy was now so wet, strands of clear stretchy liquid had begun to drip down, and my face was becoming soaked… I may well drown, but at least I would die with a smile on my face. As I took breath for a moment, I caught sight of what Tricia had brought along, and a wicked thought came to mind… I motioned for her to kneel down on the rug on all fours, while I took hold of the large continental cucumber, originally destined for the salad… Tricia knew exactly what I had in mind…
“Ooh yes… go on… you don’t know just how much that furry kitty of mine loves to be stretched wide…”
I slowly began to insert the cucumber into her pussy, until all that could be seen was the last few centimeters protruding out of her hairiness. Her hand had now moved to her clit and began rhythmically rubbing. With her pussy now completely stuffed, I began to run my tongue around the soft delicate skin that separates the pussy from the asshole. Sensing just where I was headed Tricia said,
“No one has ever licked me there before… go on… do it… lick my ass.”
As my tongue began to play over her hairy asshole, Tricia’s level of excitement dramatically shifted into a higher gear, and she began to push back against my face, grinding harder, groaning deeper again, and just before the hammering spasms of her orgasm struck, her asshole dilated open and I was able to push my tongue all the way inside… just at that point Tricia’s ass began rhythmically contracting as the wet and slippery cucumber began to slowly pump out from her pussy... I withdrew the last few centimeters as the final few spasms of her orgasm ended, and she let her body fall limp onto the picnic rug, completely spent.
Finally Tricia began to sit up, and she had a deeply satisfied look in her eyes. She glanced at the rather large bulge in my pants and in that sweet Carolina voice said, “Let me help you out of those you wonderful man… I think I know just what you might need…”
Tricia remained kneeling and I stood up while she unzipped me, letting my pants fall to my ankles. As she peeled my underwear down, my cock sprang out level with her mouth, and she gently began rubbing back and forth with one hand while her other was cupping my balls… pre cum had started to drip from the end and Tricia ever so slowly wrapped her mouth around me letting my cock slide in and out…with my cock now deep inside her mouth, her eyes glanced upward looking straight into mine, almost questioning… There are times when you come, and semen spurts in short bursts, and others when at the beginning of the orgasm there is one long continuous stream of come before the pumping starts. It was the latter that happened, and that first outpouring of cum must have streamed all the way down Tricia’s throat. Suddenly with a slight look of panic, she started to cough and gag, and as she pushed me back away and freed my cock from her mouth, the second phase of spurts began, and half a dozen strong jets of cum went flying everywhere. Some flew over her head, some landed in her hair, but most ended up all over her face, despite her instinctive efforts to cover up.
“Oh my God,” Tricia finally said between coughs and splutters, as she tried to wipe all my sticky mess off. “I was not expecting that… I think that’s the most any man has ever come on me… sorry…”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about,” I said, placing both my hands on her cheeks, and bending down to kiss her spermy lips. “That was brilliant! The fact that I came so hard, and so much, is testament to how much you turn me on. You’re truly amazing!”
Tricia smiled. “I wish I had brought some tissues… I am a bit of a mess… I taste and smell of your cum, and your lips taste of … well, all of me… I think this has been the best picnic I’ve had in a long time… I wish you weren’t flying out tomorrow, and we could have another couple of days together…”
“You know what,” I began. “I think I might just need to check that everything is still as it should be with that software reinstall… maybe another couple of days here in Winston would be a good idea. I should be finished around mid morning tomorrow. Where would you like to take me?”
“Mmm, perhaps you can come to my place for some real North Carolina home cooked food…I’ll need to be up at the sparrow’s fart to get it all ready.”
“Home cooking,” I said laughing. “That does sound very good to me. I appreciate that you’ll need to include that on your bill as ‘extras’.”
“Don’t you worry about that,” Tricia said, a wide grin on her mouth. “There’s going to be plenty of extras by the time the day’s done.”
I spoke to the concierge at the hotel and he was most helpful, suggesting I could take a group guided tour of downtown Winston, and then he remembered that only a couple of weeks ago a woman had left some business cards at the desk offering personalized tours of the city. I’m not one for groups, and even if it was a bit more costly, my very own tour guide sounded great. After speaking with the clerk, the concierge was able to pass on the woman’s details, and I went back to my room and gave the number on the card a call. A delightful sounding lady named Tricia answered, and I explained that I was here on business but had a couple of days up my sleeve, and I’d appreciate being shown around. We arranged to meet in the lobby of the hotel at half nine the following morning, and she’d have some places picked out and I could choose some or all, depending on how our time went.
I woke up the next morning quite early, and for the first time in a few days I wasn’t feeling jet lagged. I was also looking forward to not having to talk about anything work related, and to being able to escape the confines of my hotel room, nice as it was. I’d enthusiastically arrived quite a bit early to the lobby, and parked myself on some of the comfy seats with a coffee and the local newspaper, The Journal… the headlines read, political troubles ahead for Obama, crime figures rise over the past six months, farmers rallying over failing crops as water crisis continues… I could well have been looking at one of my own newspapers from home. I was quite distracted, and glancing up from the paper I saw a tall well-dressed woman entering through the doors. She was probably in her late thirties, full figured, and despite her height, was beautifully proportioned. She spoke briefly to the clerk at the desk who nodded toward my direction, and she walked over to where I was sitting.
“John?” she asked.
I stood up and rather formally shook hands. She had a lovely face, warm and open, as well as a beautiful smile.
“You must be Tricia,” I said, motioning for her to sit down.
“I hope I’m not late,” she said, noticing that I’d obviously been waiting long enough to have a coffee. “The traffic seemed busier than ever this morning”
“No, no… not at all. In fact I think you’re a few minutes early. I got down here at the SF, overly keen to escape from my prison.”
“The SF? What does that mean?” Tricia looked somewhat confused.
“It’s a slightly crude Australian expression,” I said, giggling a bit. “It just means getting up very early in the morning…”
“You might need to teach me some of them, and I can teach some of our local expressions,” she said smiling. “Now, for our tour today… is there anywhere you’d especially like to go, something in particular you’d wanted to see?”
“I’m happy to be led by you Tricia,” I said. “It can be a magical mystery tour!”
“OK… I’ve picked out about ten places we could visit, but we probably won’t fit all that in, so I’ll choose what I think are the best.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said. “Let’s get going.”
Tricia had parked only half a block away, and as we walked to her car we chatted and laughed, and soon were underway. The first place we visited was an amazing museum, Reynolda House, and later we went on to an old historic Moravian church. Tricia had picked out some great places, some historic, some fun, and all in all the day just sped by. Over lunch we got to chat a whole lot more, and I must say I felt like I’d known her for years. There was something about the way she spoke, softly and almost song like that was so attractive. We laughed at the same things, enjoyed similar tastes in movies and books, and to be honest I’d have been happy to spend a whole lot more time with her, regardless of the tour.
At day’s end Tricia dropped me back at the hotel…
“Well John, how are you enjoying our Northern Carolina hospitality?”
“Thanks to you I’ve had a wonderful time. Is tomorrow still OK?”
“Yes. Absolutely. I thought we could explore some of the sights in downtown Winston. How does that sound?” she asked.
“Mmm. To be honest, what I’d really like to do is find somewhere to visit away from the hustle and bustle. My life is full of buildings and cars and people rushing… somewhere peaceful and quiet would be ideal. What do you suggest?”
Tricia thought for a moment, then said, “If you don’t mind a bit of a drive, then I think I know just the place. I’ll pack a picnic lunch for us both. We’ll need to leave quite early, maybe eight, half past at the latest… and wear some good walking shoes.”
“Sounds very good… I’ll bring some wine… I’ll meet you outside the hotel at eight, that way you won’t have to find a park…let the mystery tour continue. I’ll make sure I’m up again at the SF.”
“You have to tell me what that means you cheeky man,” she said with a smile.
“Do you have sparrows in Winston?” I asked. “There’s a clue for you to ponder.”
“Yes we have sparrows, but I still don’t get it… I will do some googling later tonight… and yes, be up at the SF! ... I’ve enjoyed your company today John, thank you.”
And with that, she leaned across and gave me a warm hug… It is a beautiful thing when you discover from the simplest of physical contact, just how attracted you are to someone…as I walked back into the foyer of the hotel, I realised my heart was going boom diddy boom, and I was sporting a rather uncomfortable bulge in my pants.
That next morning I was eagerly waiting on the pavement outside the hotel and eight o clock came and went… by about eight fifteen I started think Tricia might not be coming, and just as I was about to head back into the hotel, I saw her car in the distance. I hopped in after she pulled into the curb, and she looked a little flustered…
“Sorry I’m late John,” she said. “Life isn’t always straightforward for me, especially in the mornings.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Well, actually I’m a single mom, and early mornings can be tricky to organize with all I have to prepare…I’ve only recently started this business up. In fact, you’re my first proper client… I did a tour a week ago with an older couple visiting from Germany, and it was a disaster. I could barely understand their English, and my German stops at ‘Jawohl, Herr Kommandant’, and that’s only from watching re-runs of Hogan’s Heroes on cable. I ended up not charging them the tour was so bad. I’m not too sure this is for me.”
“Well, I had a ball yesterday!” I said. “And I’m sure today will be even better, so make sure you charge me above and beyond what you would normally. It won’t make a patch of difference, as my work will pick up the tab. I think I’m extremely lucky to have such a wonderful guide. Now, where are we headed today?”
Tricia’s mood had lifted, and she breathed a big sigh of relief… she went on…
“A favourite place of mine, a place of great beauty… if you like nature, if you like solitude, you’ll love it!”
“I’ve got my walking shoes on, and a nice bottle of red in my pack so let’s hit the road.”
The drive took us about one and a half hours through mostly small land holdings and couple of townships much smaller than Winston… eventually we pulled into a signed car park; William B Umstead State Park. There were only another couple of cars parked, and soon we had our daypacks out and were ready to begin.
Tricia said, “We’re meant to stick to the trails, but once we’re in a little way I know a beautiful little spot off the beaten track, beside a creek, just a mile or two’s walk. OK, let’s go!”
It was a glorious place, and even though it was just early autumn, some of the leaves on the trees had begun to turn golden. The day was quite warm and sunny and the morning air was clean and crisp. Tricia led the way, and walking behind her afforded the most wonderful view… not only being out in some beautiful wilderness, but Tricia had worn a stunningly tight pair of blue jeans, and to be honest, I don’t think I had ever seen a more perfectly shaped bottom, and gorgeous hips. The more we walked, the more aroused I became… after about forty five minutes, I could hear the sound of gently running water, and soon we arrived at a beautiful clearing in the woods that overlooked Sycamore creek. It wasn’t all that wide and seemed shallow enough to cross, though Tricia said that in the rainy season ‘it can get pretty wild and spectacular. ‘
“Well John, is this far enough from the hustle and bustle for you?”
“Tricia, it’s perfect!” I said, meaning every word.
Tricia laid out a picnic rug she’d brought along, and for some time we just sat together enjoying the sound of the water lazily ambling by, birds darting to and fro and only about twenty meters away from where we sat, a squirrel scurried along the ground before heading up the trunk of a tall tree.
Tricia began to set out the food she’d brought along, and I got the wine. I’d kind of ‘borrowed’ a couple of glasses from the hotel so we could drink in style. Tricia had some chicken, fresh bread and what looked like the makings of a salad, a tomato, an avocado, a large continental cucumber and some dressing.
“I didn’t have time to make up the salad this morning, but I’ve got all I need to make it here…”
“Why don’t we have a drink first…I’ll open the wine, then I’ll give you a hand with the food…this wine comes from my home downunder, to yours…”
Tricia gave a cheeky smirk. “ ‘Downunder’ means something different here.”
“Actually it can mean that as well in Australia… a good multi-function word with two excellent meanings,” I said, with a bit of a wicked grin.
The wine was very good, and just as I began to pour us another glass Tricia said,
“Excuse me a moment John. I should have used the restrooms on the way in at the car park… I need to take a pee. I’ll be back in a moment.”
Tricia took herself off behind a very large pine, and I sat trying not to listen, but absolutely listening as intently as I could, hearing her zip being undone, pants pulled down and a small wait before a soft gushing sound against the fallen leaves could be heard…
Softly, in that beautiful voice Tricia called out,
“Damm… John, would you mind checking my bag for a tissue, and passing it to me without peeking.”
I picked up Tricia’s bag and took a good look, but there were no tissues to be seen. To be honest I’m not good at seductive lines. While the opposite sex do find me attractive, it’s hardly ever that I try and pick someone up. In fact it’s fair to say that I’m quite shy, but almost as if another person sprang up inside me, I said,
“Sorry Tricia, there aren’t any… but if you’d like, my tongue would be more than happy to clean you up…”
… What followed was a long and awkward silence, and I could sense something going on… I thought Tricia was most likely pulling her jeans fully back on, and I would probably find myself walking back to Winston alone. I could not have been more shocked when Tricia emerged from behind the tree fully naked, as I knelt on the picnic rug. She stepped closer and closer until her incredibly beautiful and very hairy pussy was only a couple of inches from my face. She pushed her crotch forward a little, and with the fingers of both hands spread her lips wide. Her pussy was incredibly wet inside, and at first I just ran my tongue gently along the edges of each of those beautiful hairy lips. Tricia’s breathing was heavy and deep, and as I glanced upward I could see her pert breasts rising and falling with each breath… her nipples were like two tiny mountain peaks standing out hard and erect.
“I hope I don’t smell or taste too bad down there… like I was saying, this morning was a rush and I didn’t get the chance to shower…”
“You smell so bad it’s divine,” I said… “If you were my woman I would never let you wash again.”
I plunged my tongue between the folds of her pussy lips, and licked as deeply as I could into that wondrous, soft wet and musky place. My hands had found their way up to those very stiff nipples, and I began to pull and squeeze them between my fingers quite forcefully. Tricia’s pussy was now so wet, strands of clear stretchy liquid had begun to drip down, and my face was becoming soaked… I may well drown, but at least I would die with a smile on my face. As I took breath for a moment, I caught sight of what Tricia had brought along, and a wicked thought came to mind… I motioned for her to kneel down on the rug on all fours, while I took hold of the large continental cucumber, originally destined for the salad… Tricia knew exactly what I had in mind…
“Ooh yes… go on… you don’t know just how much that furry kitty of mine loves to be stretched wide…”
I slowly began to insert the cucumber into her pussy, until all that could be seen was the last few centimeters protruding out of her hairiness. Her hand had now moved to her clit and began rhythmically rubbing. With her pussy now completely stuffed, I began to run my tongue around the soft delicate skin that separates the pussy from the asshole. Sensing just where I was headed Tricia said,
“No one has ever licked me there before… go on… do it… lick my ass.”
As my tongue began to play over her hairy asshole, Tricia’s level of excitement dramatically shifted into a higher gear, and she began to push back against my face, grinding harder, groaning deeper again, and just before the hammering spasms of her orgasm struck, her asshole dilated open and I was able to push my tongue all the way inside… just at that point Tricia’s ass began rhythmically contracting as the wet and slippery cucumber began to slowly pump out from her pussy... I withdrew the last few centimeters as the final few spasms of her orgasm ended, and she let her body fall limp onto the picnic rug, completely spent.
Finally Tricia began to sit up, and she had a deeply satisfied look in her eyes. She glanced at the rather large bulge in my pants and in that sweet Carolina voice said, “Let me help you out of those you wonderful man… I think I know just what you might need…”
Tricia remained kneeling and I stood up while she unzipped me, letting my pants fall to my ankles. As she peeled my underwear down, my cock sprang out level with her mouth, and she gently began rubbing back and forth with one hand while her other was cupping my balls… pre cum had started to drip from the end and Tricia ever so slowly wrapped her mouth around me letting my cock slide in and out…with my cock now deep inside her mouth, her eyes glanced upward looking straight into mine, almost questioning… There are times when you come, and semen spurts in short bursts, and others when at the beginning of the orgasm there is one long continuous stream of come before the pumping starts. It was the latter that happened, and that first outpouring of cum must have streamed all the way down Tricia’s throat. Suddenly with a slight look of panic, she started to cough and gag, and as she pushed me back away and freed my cock from her mouth, the second phase of spurts began, and half a dozen strong jets of cum went flying everywhere. Some flew over her head, some landed in her hair, but most ended up all over her face, despite her instinctive efforts to cover up.
“Oh my God,” Tricia finally said between coughs and splutters, as she tried to wipe all my sticky mess off. “I was not expecting that… I think that’s the most any man has ever come on me… sorry…”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about,” I said, placing both my hands on her cheeks, and bending down to kiss her spermy lips. “That was brilliant! The fact that I came so hard, and so much, is testament to how much you turn me on. You’re truly amazing!”
Tricia smiled. “I wish I had brought some tissues… I am a bit of a mess… I taste and smell of your cum, and your lips taste of … well, all of me… I think this has been the best picnic I’ve had in a long time… I wish you weren’t flying out tomorrow, and we could have another couple of days together…”
“You know what,” I began. “I think I might just need to check that everything is still as it should be with that software reinstall… maybe another couple of days here in Winston would be a good idea. I should be finished around mid morning tomorrow. Where would you like to take me?”
“Mmm, perhaps you can come to my place for some real North Carolina home cooked food…I’ll need to be up at the sparrow’s fart to get it all ready.”
“Home cooking,” I said laughing. “That does sound very good to me. I appreciate that you’ll need to include that on your bill as ‘extras’.”
“Don’t you worry about that,” Tricia said, a wide grin on her mouth. “There’s going to be plenty of extras by the time the day’s done.”
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