Weekend Getaway
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The Afternoon We Arrive
When we got to the hotel, we were surprised by how lovely the room was and the views of the beach and sea from the full length French doors.
It had been a very long, hot drive so the first thing I did was to strip off and climb into the shower – quickly followed by the g/f.
It was a power shower in one of those cubicles with no door and with her on her knees – well to be quite honest, she was nearly drowning so that was abandoned but as I was rock hard by this time, she did lather him up, turn around and slowly backed onto me.
Now I don’t know if you’ve ever had anal in a shower (the best place if you think about it) but it’s f*****g magnificent, she was hissing, I was groaning really loud, we were both cursing our heads off – any other time and we would have been peeing ourselves with laughter.
I just couldn’t cum, I don’t know what it was, perhaps the journey, perhaps the sight of her arse moving backwards and forwards on my cock – I just couldn’t cum, so I slowly reached round, found her clit with my right hand and gently pumbled and squeezed her left tit with my other hand.
The clit worked it’s magic but not to my benefit. Don’t get me wrong, I knew whatever feelings she was having that I would get my reward later (not in heaven) and boy did she cum.
She tensed up, came up onto her toes, squeezed the shit out of my cock, grabbed my right hand and showed me what it was I was supposed to be doing (even though I’ve been doing it for many, many years (and no, I haven’t been doing it wrong all these years), her left hand gave way on the wall she was propped up against and here she was again, nearly drowning.
But this time, she didn’t care, if anything it just added to the senses that were being overloaded.
So I made sure she was working her own clit by now, I reached out, grabbed a hip in each hand and rattled her bones against that climax until she was virtually screaming into the steams of water flowing over her – still I couldn’t cum.
Suddenly, she pulled away from me, spun around and crapped into the corner of the shower – now THAT we did laugh at.
Needless to say, we both needed to clean up and take a break, she cleaned me and herself and I cleaned the shower (wasn’t much to do to be honest, it had virtually washed away by the time we stopped laughing).
But we both desperately needed to sleep and in a super king sized bed with the French doors open and the sound of the sea rolling in – that was no problem.
All I could think about was ‘What was our hair going to look like after having dried on the pillows’ and ‘How was she going to take care of me when we wake up because he was aching like hell at the moment’.
When we got to the hotel, we were surprised by how lovely the room was and the views of the beach and sea from the full length French doors.
It had been a very long, hot drive so the first thing I did was to strip off and climb into the shower – quickly followed by the g/f.
It was a power shower in one of those cubicles with no door and with her on her knees – well to be quite honest, she was nearly drowning so that was abandoned but as I was rock hard by this time, she did lather him up, turn around and slowly backed onto me.
Now I don’t know if you’ve ever had anal in a shower (the best place if you think about it) but it’s f*****g magnificent, she was hissing, I was groaning really loud, we were both cursing our heads off – any other time and we would have been peeing ourselves with laughter.
I just couldn’t cum, I don’t know what it was, perhaps the journey, perhaps the sight of her arse moving backwards and forwards on my cock – I just couldn’t cum, so I slowly reached round, found her clit with my right hand and gently pumbled and squeezed her left tit with my other hand.
The clit worked it’s magic but not to my benefit. Don’t get me wrong, I knew whatever feelings she was having that I would get my reward later (not in heaven) and boy did she cum.
She tensed up, came up onto her toes, squeezed the shit out of my cock, grabbed my right hand and showed me what it was I was supposed to be doing (even though I’ve been doing it for many, many years (and no, I haven’t been doing it wrong all these years), her left hand gave way on the wall she was propped up against and here she was again, nearly drowning.
But this time, she didn’t care, if anything it just added to the senses that were being overloaded.
So I made sure she was working her own clit by now, I reached out, grabbed a hip in each hand and rattled her bones against that climax until she was virtually screaming into the steams of water flowing over her – still I couldn’t cum.
Suddenly, she pulled away from me, spun around and crapped into the corner of the shower – now THAT we did laugh at.
Needless to say, we both needed to clean up and take a break, she cleaned me and herself and I cleaned the shower (wasn’t much to do to be honest, it had virtually washed away by the time we stopped laughing).
But we both desperately needed to sleep and in a super king sized bed with the French doors open and the sound of the sea rolling in – that was no problem.
All I could think about was ‘What was our hair going to look like after having dried on the pillows’ and ‘How was she going to take care of me when we wake up because he was aching like hell at the moment’.
Angelica
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