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Sunday

You are going to LOVE this place!

I hit send on the text and smile to myself, wishing that I could be there to see the look on your face when you receive it. I’ve included some pictures of the cottage, ones that I know will spark your imagination, including one of me lying on the bed, leaning up on my elbows, with my cleavage clearly visible under my v-neck t-shirt.

To say I’m delighted with the property is an understatement. It’s always a gamble when you book these things online. But it’s truly everything I could’ve hoped for and more.

Nestled in the glorious Welsh countryside, surrounded by rolling hills and breath-taking scenery, it’s the perfect location for a relaxing break. The cottage itself is cosy, quaint, and beautifully decorated. I couldn’t hide my delight as the owner showed me around just now. It could not be any more perfect.

Correction: the only thing that will make it more perfect is you being here with me, and there’s less than twenty-four hours to go now until that happens.

It’s crazy how this all worked out. One moment, it seemed that we were star-crossed cyber lovers, destined never to meet, thanks to the thousands of miles and multiple time zones between us. Then suddenly, you told me that you would be attending an international trade show in my home country and had added on a few days of downtime at the end.

When you casually suggested that we could meet, if I wanted to, I jumped at the chance. I’m normally so hesitant when it comes to making big decisions, but in this instance, I had never been more certain of anything. We’d spent so long talking, so many months of swapping fantasies and imagining what it would be like to live them out, that I knew this could be the only chance.

There was no way that I would say no.

I immediately set out to find the perfect accommodation. I looked at hotels in the city you’d be visiting but, tempting though the on-site facilities and nearby attractions were, I knew it wasn’t for us. We needed our own space. Somewhere where we could just enjoy each other, with limited distractions. Somewhere where we could spend as much time as we liked in bed, to walk around naked, and to make as much noise and mess as we wanted. Somewhere that offered us the opportunity to cross off as many fantasies as possible from the list we had been building over recent months.

When I stumbled upon this cottage, I knew it was the one.

The only downside was that it would mean around an hour’s train ride for you to get here, but when you heard the excitement in my voice as I outlined the possibilities that would be on offer, you didn’t take much convincing. I booked it as soon as we finished that phone call.

After everything is unpacked, I pour a glass of wine and then head upstairs to run a bath. I had hoped that you’d be able to join me today, and that we would get three nights together, but it’s the last day of the show and I know you’ll be busy with meetings until well into the evening.

But two nights is better than nothing.

We can fit a lot into two nights.

I’m smiling again as I lay back in the bubbles, thinking of how we often joke about my bath time being your favourite time of the day.

Mischievously, I grab my phone and take a selfie, sending it to you with the normal ‘wish you were here!’ caption. My stomach knots with excitement as I realise that the next time that I have a bath, you will be here with me. As I begin to imagine what that might involve, my hand slips below the water and between my thighs. With my other, I open our message thread and scroll up to a delicious audio that you left me the other day. As your sexy voice fills the room, my fingers begin to work faster and faster until I can’t hold back any longer. I cum at the exact moment you say my name.

It’s dark by the time I get out of the water, so I throw on my PJs and slide into the enormous four-poster bed, which takes up most of the master bedroom. Even though my mind is still whirring, it’s so warm and cosy that I start to feel sleepy. I send you a quick goodnight message, complete with the usual kiss and heart emojis (three of each), then close my eyes and drop off, still thinking of you.

Monday

I wake early; my heart is racing.

Today is the day.

It’s finally going to happen.

I look at my phone to see what time it is and can see on the lock screen that there are some messages from you. My heart races as I open them up. You know how much it means when you leave me something to wake up to and, even though we’re in same time zone now, you’ve still thought to do it, which makes me ecstatically happy.

Once it starts to get light, I get up, shower and dress.  I can’t face breakfast; my stomach is full of butterflies. I know the shops won’t be open yet, so I potter around the cottage, tidying up, even though the place is immaculate. I mentally run through the plans I have for us, the surprises I have organised, and make sure that everything is where it needs to be. I add a few more items to my shopping list, smiling as I picture how they will be used.

There’s a supermarket in the village, just a short drive away, so I set off there and stock up on enough food and drink to last us for a week. After that, I head to the bakery, keen to indulge your love of all things bread-related. There’s a little café on the side of this, so I order a latte and sit by the window admiring the view as I daydream about your impending arrival.

As I walk back to the car, I notice a boutique womenswear shop. I have plenty of time to spare and decide to browse. For a small store, they have a pretty incredible lingerie section, and I can’t resist making an impulse purchase that I am sure you will enjoy.

After returning to the cottage, I put everything away and by late morning, it’s time to head off to the train station. I’m a mixture of excited and nervous at this point and my heart is starting to race. I turn up the car stereo and sing along to the random tunes from my playlist, trying to focus on the roads instead of letting my mind wander.

I can’t believe that it’s actually going to happen.

I’m a few minutes early so, after checking my hair and make-up, I close my eyes and take some deep breaths. I’m torn between the giddy anticipation of seeing you in person for the first time and the gut-wrenching fear that our chemistry won’t be as amazing as it’s always been from a distance.

Only one way to find out, I think as I make my way towards the platform, just as the train arrives.

As people start to disembark, I quickly spot you and wait for you to look in my direction. Cliched though it sounds, it feels as if the rest of the world has stopped still for a moment; for sure, my heart has temporarily stopped beating.

As you look over, I make my way towards you. Your smile has almost magnetic properties; I feel myself being drawn towards it.

Before I know it, we’re standing in front of each other.

I can hardly breathe.

“Hey!” is all I can manage.

You hold your arms out in response and I practically throw myself into them, burying my head against your shoulder as I wrap my arms around your neck. I wonder if you can feel how hard my heart is beating as your hands find my ass, pulling me closer to you.

We hug tightly for a moment then, as we break away, I lean my face up towards yours at the exact same moment you’re leaning down to mine. Our lips meet and the kiss is electric, sending shivers right the way through my body.

By the time we come up for air, we’re both a little breathless.

Smiling, I take your hand and we head back to the car park. I’ve regained my composure before I start driving and we spend the journey chatting easily about the show you’ve been to and the new contacts that you’ve made.

In no time at all, we pull up outside the cottage.

I watch your face as you take in the details and I can tell that you like what I’ve chosen for us. I feel a glow of excitement; everything is going to plan so far and that makes me happy.

“Wait until you see inside,” I tell you as we get your bags out of the back and make our way to the front door.

As I fish the keys out of my bag, you lean in for another kiss, pushing me up against the car and I feel my insides begin to melt in response.

Once inside, I proudly give you the guided tour as if I decorated the place myself. You enthuse about every room, and I wonder if you’re picturing us doing the same things in them as I’ve been imagining. So many possibilities, so little time.

I leave the main bedroom until last and I can tell from the look on your face that you are probably having similar thoughts to mine as you take in the huge bed and its inspiring wooden frame.

“Shall I leave you for a bit so that you can unpack?” I volunteer, hoping that you will decline.

“That can wait,” you reply with a smile so hot, it could melt ice. “I can think of something I would rather do first.”

I slowly make my way towards you and we immediately begin kissing again. Hungrily. Passionately. Our hands are all over each other, desperately touching, grabbing, stroking as our clothes are pulled off and thrown carelessly around the room.

When there’s only underwear left, I climb onto the bed, pulling you with me. We lay there, facing each other, bodies pressed tightly together as we explore each other’s mouths with our tongues. As your hands find my breasts, I moan into your mouth and trail my fingernails down your spine. I’ve dreamed of this moment so many times and, as you pull my bra straps down onto my shoulders and lean behind me to unclasp it, I know you won’t disappoint.

Sure enough, your mouth begins to slowly descend down my chin, my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone. I moan even louder as you begin to kiss one of my tits, ending up at the swollen nipple, which you teasingly flick with your tongue, before moving across to the other side and repeating the same actions on the other one.

I can feel my pussy beginning to react to your lips sucking on my tender flesh. As if reading my mind, you continue moving down my body, kissing my stomach and the tops of my thighs. I roll onto my back, then I feel you hook your thumbs into the sides of my panties, tugging at them until they begin to move. I lift up a little to make it easier for you, and you pull them down in one swift movement.

I close my eyes as your mouth travels back up my leg and between my already parted thighs. I can feel the warmth of your breath just fractions of an inch away from my bare pussy. It seems like an eternity before your tongue darts between my lips, prising them apart as it seeks out my clit. When it makes contact, my back arches in response.

“Fuck!” I groan, pleasurably, as you continue to explore my soaking pussy with your mouth.

It feels like the world has stopped still again as I feel every lick, every suck. When you slip one finger, then another one, inside me, it takes everything I have not to cum instantly. I know that you would happily bring me to orgasm with your fabulous oral skills, but I have other ideas.

Rolling over, I begin to kiss your shoulders and chest, taking time to lick your nipples as I slide lower. I pull down your boxer briefs, quickly discarding them, before taking a moment to savour the sight of your delicious cock in the flesh. As I take it into my hand, I think of all the times I’ve seen it before, but I know none of those images can even begin to compare to the reality of what is before me.

Tightening my fingers around your shaft, I lean forwards and begin to lick the head of your cock. I feel your whole body tense as I make contact. I continue lapping, flicking, and swirling with my tongue as my hand strokes you. You’re rock hard now and I know that I simply have to feel you inside me as soon as possible.

After giving you a playful suck, I lift up and begin to kiss back up your body. When I reach your mouth, I can taste my juices on your lips as I hover over you.

I look into your eyes before whispering, “Fuck me, baby. Please.”

You don’t need asking twice.

Gently, you pull me down towards you and then roll over so that I’m on my back, you’re on top. I spread my legs wide as you position yourself between them. Gripping your cock with one hand as you hold yourself up with the other, you slowly stroke the head up and down my slit, making me whimper.

Just when I think I can’t take any more teasing, I feel you pushing against my hot entrance. Looking down into my eyes, you continue slowly pressing yourself into me, opening me up with your hardness. I bite my lip again as you stretch me, my pussy wrapped so tightly around you that you can barely move. Thankfully, I am incredibly wet right now, so as you slide the rest of your length into me, my slick juices begin to coat your cock.

As my body adjusts to the presence of yours, I wrap my arms around your back and my thighs around your waist, pulling you deeper, silently imploring you to give me more, to give me every inch. You know what I want and happily deliver, thrusting with long, hard strokes, occasionally broken up with passionate kisses.

It feels so good that I begin to feel light-headed with desire.

We’re both getting close; all these months of waiting, needing, finally culminating in this moment. Without a word, you pull my legs up over your shoulders, clearly remembering what I told you about the easiest way to make me climax. Grabbing my ankles, you begin to pound me hard, fast, slamming into me and hitting the spot where I need to feel you most, over and over again.

I can’t take it anymore and I cum, messily, noisily, my pussy contracting hard around your cock with a vice-like grip. I can tell from the look on your face and the sounds that you are making that your orgasm is starting to build and, pushing deep inside me for one last time, I feel you explode, filling me with hot, sticky cum.

You collapse on top of me and I pull you close to my glistening body as we get our breath back. After a few minutes, you pull yourself up on your elbows, kiss me, and carefully begin to pull your cock out of my pussy, which is now overflowing with our cocktail of juices, spilling them onto my thighs.

“Wow!” we both say in unison, which makes us laugh.

We cuddle for a while, neither of us saying anything, both reflecting on what just happened. Eventually, I decide to get up and make some late lunch for us. I haven’t eaten anything so far today and I’m suddenly ravenous. After cleaning up, I get dressed and make my way downstairs. I throw together a random selection of objects from the fridge – cold meats, cheeses, salad – slice some of the different breads and arrange it all on a platter.

You join me at the kitchen table, and we chat as we eat. I tell you about the local area, the history of the village and some of the local delicacies. Once we’re finished, I clean up and suggest we go out for a walk so that I can show you some of the sights.

It’s a cold October afternoon, but at least it’s dry. We wrap up warm and head out, holding hands as we walk into the village. Neither of us is bothered about going around the shops, so we pick out one of the pubs and head in there. It’s very quiet – being a Monday afternoon and out of the main tourist season – so we’re able to get a table next to the roaring open fire.

We stop for a few drinks, chatting comfortably like friends who have known each other for years. When we’re ready to go back, it’s getting dark and has dropped colder, so we hurry back, keen to return to the warmth of the cottage. We snuggle on the sofa, watching some random quiz show on the TV, but then you see what time it is.

“Isn’t this normally your bath time?” you ask.

“Well yeah… but it’s not set in stone. I could have one later,” I laugh.

“I think you should have one now,” you tell me. “Don’t let me stop you!”

I consider this for a moment and decide it could be fun. I go up to the bathroom and start running the water, adding copious amounts of bath foam, which is scented with an enticing combination of essential oils. I grab some candles from my bag in the bedroom, bring them in here and then light them. Once they are perfectly positioned to create the right ambience, I switch off the lights, load up a relaxing playlist on my phone and slip into the hot water.

I’ve left the bathroom door open and a few minutes later, you come to join me, closing it behind you to keep the room warm. You sit on the bathmat, next to the tub, and playfully flick the foam at me.

I ask you If you’re going to join me in the water, and am somewhat surprised when you say no.

Seeing the disappointed look on my face, you tell me you have a better idea.

I listen in silence as you tell me you want me to do what I would normally be doing if I was bathing on my own; the idea being that I will touch myself whilst you watch. I’m a little self-conscious at first, but I can see that the idea really turns you on and I am keen to please you.

“If you weren’t here,” I suddenly point out. “You would be sending me ‘inspirational’ voice notes.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can help you out there,” you laugh. “Now, time to get playing.”

I close my eyes and slowly begin stroking my wet skin. I trail my fingers down my décolletage and begin to circle my nipples with my fingertips, before gently tugging on them. I can hear you breathing heavily, and I think you like what you’re seeing. Keen to maintain the momentum, I keep one hand on my breasts and slide the other between my thighs. I know that you can’t see this, below the water, so I spread my legs, throwing one over the open side of the bath and resting the other on the edge.

As I continue to touch myself, you begin quietly talking to me. Your voice has always turned me on, from the very first time that I heard it; tonight is no different. As my fingers tease my clit and nipples, you start describing a super-sexy fantasy to me, which takes my desire to a different level.

Just when I think it can’t get any hotter, I hear you stand up and start getting undressed.

I look up at you questioningly, wondering if you’ll be joining me in the water after all.

“No,” you say, reading my mind again. “Just keep going!”

As I do as I am told, you lean over the bath, supporting yourself with one hand on the cold, tiled wall. With the other, you take hold of your hard cock and begin to stroke it, directly over where my head is.

“Oh fuck, baby!” I exclaim as I watch your hand moving just inches above my mouth.

I’m mesmerised by the sight in front of me, of your hand frantically pumping your cock. It’s so erotic, seeing this from below and being so close to the action, and I begin to increase the speed with which I am fingering myself.

I am just on the brink of orgasm when you say the words that send me over the edge.

“Cum for me, sweetheart!”

As you say this, I begin to climax, thrashing around in the water as I moan loudly. I sink back against the bath as the ripples of pleasure subside, still transfixed by your stroking action.

When you speak again, I can hear the pure, unfiltered lust in your voice.

“Push your tits together,” you instruct me, your breath now rapid. “I want to cum on them!”

I do as you ask, arching my back forwards and grabbing my ample breasts, forcing them together. You lean down closer to me and carry on stroking until you grunt, shooting ropes of cum that land on my bare skin. You don’t stop until the last drops fall down onto me.

“That was amazing!” I tell you. “Wow, wow, wow!”

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it!”

“Ohhh, I did,” I tell you. “And now I get to do this!”

As you watch from above, I run my index finger through one of the trails of cum that you deposited on my chest, scooping it up and slipping it into my mouth, before licking it clean.

“You taste so good!” I tell you as I do it again.

Once it’s all gone, you get into the water with me and we take turns washing each other. After that, we get out, dry off with the fluffy towels that have been warming on the radiator, and slip on the bath robes provided by the cottage owner.

It’s cold when we return to the living room, so you get the log burner fired up whilst I go and fix us something to eat. I planned something simple for tonight, knowing that we’d be too busy doing other things to spend hours cooking. When you come to see what I am doing, the pasta is simmering, and the sauce is heating up. I’ve already poured some wine – red, knowing what you’ve told me it does to you – and I wink as I hand you a glass.

“To shared bath times!” I toast, clinking my glass against yours and giggling.

It’s freezing in the kitchen, so we take our food into the lounge. The log burner creates a relaxed, sensual glow in the room as you’ve turned the other lights off. It crosses my mind that if I had the choice between having dinner in a fancy restaurant anywhere in the world and this simple meal, here in this room, in this moment – I would pick here every time.

It’s just the two of us and that’s all I need to be happy right now.

Once we’ve tidied the kitchen and opened a second bottle of wine, we snuggle up on the sofa and find an old movie to watch. We’ve both seen it before, so don’t need to concentrate much. Even with the fire and the heat of your body close to mine, I’m still chilly, so I fetch a fleecy blanket and pull that over us.

The combination of the wine and the warmth makes me sleepy and, without realising it, I start to drift off. I’m not sure how long I’m out for, but when I start to wake, I’m aware of a pleasant sensation, which I soon work out is your lips on my neck. I moan softly but, before I have even opened my eyes, I feel your hand slide into my bathrobe before beginning to massage my breasts.

I lay there for a moment, my back snuggled against your chest, enjoying the actions of your hand and mouth, when a thought pops into my head.

“We didn’t have dessert!” I inform you. “Shall I go and fetch it for us?”

“There’s no need,” you reply, between kisses. “There’s something else I want in my mouth right now.”

Pulling out from behind me, you roll me onto my back and kneel over me. I look into your eyes for a clue as to what you are planning next, but before I can read you, you’ve leant in for a long, deep kiss.  I can’t resist nipping your bottom lip with my teeth.

Sitting back up for a moment, you untie the cord of my bathrobe and pull it open, revealing my naked body. With a glint of mischief on your face, you tug the cord free, pull my arms above my head and bind my wrists, firmly, but not uncomfortably.

I’m fully awake now; my body is on fire as it awaits your next move.

I watch as you lower your head towards my breasts and begin to lick one of my nipples, then the other. Resting on your elbows, you use your fingers to continue massaging the soft flesh as your mouth teases the hardened tips. As you begin to suck, you look into my eyes and there’s a moment where our thoughts connect; we know exactly what the other is thinking. As I lie there helplessly, you lavish my tits with your impressive tongue and lip skills, flicking, lapping, nipping, and suckling until I’m practically hyperventilating.

After what feels like an eternity, you slip one of your hands between my thighs. We both moan as you discover the pool of moisture waiting for you.  After planting a kiss on each nipple, you slide down my body until your kneeling between my legs. There’s not much space on the sofa, so you pull my legs over your shoulders again, tilting my pelvis up until it meets your mouth.

It’s no exaggeration when I say that I have never received oral pleasure like this before. You eat me as if you are starving and I’m the first meal that you’ve had in days, and possibly the tastiest one you have ever had. I twist around as your tongue lashes my clit with expert precision, stretching out my bound arms above my head.

You use your hands to drive me even crazier. One minute, they are playing with my tits, the next minute, they are stroking sensitive skin on the backs of my thighs. Just as I get used to that, you start finger-fucking me, hard and fast. My senses cannot keep up with you; my body no longer feels as if it is mine.

And I love every second of it.

Knowing that I can’t take much more, you increase the intensity of your tongue and fingers and bring me to an incredible, earth-shattering climax that has me screaming out as my juices soak your hand. As it begins to subside, I suddenly feel cold and start shivering. You quickly untie my hands, re-fasten my robe, and pull me towards the warmth of your chest, holding me there as you gently stroke my hair.

I can’t speak yet, I’m still in stunned silence, trying to commit every moment to memory so that I never forget a single detail of that experience. It really was something else.

We cuddle for a while longer and then you suggest that we go to bed. I feel physically and emotionally exhausted; it’s been one of the most intense days of my life. As we slip into bed, I start to run my hands over your body, conscious of that fact that what happened downstairs was all about my pleasure. Pulling me into your arms again, you tell me to sleep, that there will be plenty of time to have more fun tomorrow.

I gratefully accept and drop off within minutes.

Tuesday

I wake the next morning with my head still on your chest and your arms wrapped around me. I wonder if we’ve stayed like that all night or whether we’ve moved around and then instinctively found each other again.

I can tell from your breathing that you’re still asleep, so I lie there quietly, recounting everything that happened yesterday. I can’t help but smile. The only word I can think of to describe it is ‘wow’, and even that won’t do it justice.

When you wake a little later, you smile as soon as you open your eyes, and it melts my heart. I lean in for a kiss, and I marvel at how amazing it feels to have your lips touching mine, how every nerve ending seems to tingle as our mouths are pressed together.

As we continue to kiss, our hands are exploring each other’s bodies. My nipples feel incredibly sensitive today as if they still remember the sensation of you sucking them last night. You gently massage them with the pads of your thumbs, instantly firming them. I run my hands down your body and am delighted to discover that your cock is already hard. I wrap my fingers around it, almost possessively, sending out the unspoken message that, until tomorrow, you are mine.

I think of what I have planned for you tonight as I slowly begin to stroke.

My mind is brought back to now when you start to nibble my earlobe, before whispering, “How about we take this into the shower?”

I don’t reply.

Instead, I get out of bed, head for the bathroom, and get the shower running. As it reaches the perfect temperature, you appear at my side, and we step into the cubicle together without saying a word. Our bodies pressed tightly together, we kiss passionately as the hot water runs over us. I reach for the shower gel and lather your body with it, not missing an inch. You do the same for me.

I know that you want to fuck me in here, but there’s something else I want to do. Something that I have been dreaming of for so long, that I have thought about every time that you’ve told me that you were showering in the past.

With a wicked gleam in my eyes, I slide down your body until my mouth is level with your erection, which sticks out proudly as if inviting my hungry mouth to devour it.

And that is exactly what I am going to do.

After kissing the head and licking up a drop of pre-cum that appears, I set to work on feeding your length into my mouth. I wrap my lips around you tightly and suck hard. I hear you groan, so I start to slide backwards and forwards, trying to increase the amount of you I take each time.

We’ve often discussed whether I could take the lot previously and I always told you I would give it my best shot. You can see today that I meant every word, that I am desperate to fulfil your fantasy of feeling your cock reach my throat. I feel your hands in my hair, grabbing bunches of it in your fists as you begin to fuck my mouth. I respond by using one of my hands to reach for your balls, squeezing them and rolling them in my hand as you continue to slide your cock between my lips.

At one point, I think you are about to stop, that you want to pull me up and give my pussy some action, but I shake my head; I want you to cum in my mouth this time. Understanding my need, you return your hands to my hair and increase your pace until you begin to groan, and I feel splashes of hot liquid being fired at the back of my mouth.

I swallow the lot.

After washing and rinsing my hair, I get out of the shower. I know that you want to return the favour, but I remind you that I had my moment last night. You laugh and say that it’s not about keeping score, to which I reply that I agree, but after the appetiser I’ve just had, I’m ready for some actual breakfast now. I leave you under the water, dry my body, wrap a towel around my hair and head back to the bedroom to get dressed.

Breakfast is nearly ready by the time you come downstairs and I’ve already made coffee for us. We eat at the table, talking about our plans for the day. I tell you that we’re going on a long walk through the countryside this morning and that I have a surprise for you this afternoon. You try to get me to give you a clue, but I won’t budge.

After clearing up, we head outside. It’s a little warmer than yesterday, but still cool. We walk for a few hours, through woods, along the river and back into the village. We hold hands throughout and don’t come up for air, talking about everything and anything.

We look around a few shops that one or both of us is interested in, and then it’s time for lunch. There’s a smart-looking bistro-type place that overlooks the park, so we decide to go there. The food is delicious, and I can’t help but blush when the waiter asks if we want dessert, remembering how you satisfied your sweet cravings last night.

Once we’ve finished eating, I tell you that we’ll head back to the cottage a different way. You’re easy-going and happy to go with whatever I suggest, but I can’t help wondering if you have Googled this area and know what I plan to show you.

A mile or so out of the town, we head off the main road and into a wooded area, where there is a rocky, tree-lined path. At the end of this are some steps leading downwards and, after we walk down the first few, you can see what it was that I wanted to show you.

In front of us is a waterfall.

I turn to look at you and am happy to see that you are smiling.

We’ve talked about waterfalls before. You know that I get geekily excited over all things nature-related, that I get turned on by sunsets, cornfields, thunderstorms and such-like. I am the definition of someone who is at one with nature, something that you’ve also said you can identify with.

I once asked you to give me a setting for a naughty short story and you chose a waterfall. I never got round to writing it at the time, but ever since we decided to meet up, I knew that I had to bring you here, hoping that it would arouse all of our senses and lead to more incredible sex when we got back to the cottage.

“So,” I say, the excitement evident in my voice. “What do you think?”

“I love it!” you reply, sounding equally enthusiastic. “I had no idea this was here! That is so cool!”

We carry on descending the steps until we reach the bottom viewing platform, surrounded by a mass of dense trees. It’s fascinating and arousing to watch the water as it pours down into the river; I could stare at this for hours. We stand there quietly, you behind me with your hands around my waist, your head resting on my shoulder. It’s like we’ve found our own magical little place in the world where we are the only people and time doesn’t exist.

I know that I’ll remember this moment until the end of my days.

I turn to say something to you but get broken off when I see the look in your eyes. The admiration for this incredible scenery has changed to something else. Unless I am mistaken, it is a look of lust.

Before I go to speak again, you take my hand and lead me away from the platform, just into the woods, but with the waterfall still visible from where we are. I gasp as you push me against a tree, then again when your mouth closes in on mine for a hungry kiss.

I’m combusting at the touch of your lips when I feel your hands on my breasts, urgently grabbing, squeezing, then disappearing under my top and into my bra.

“We can’t, someone might- “

My words are cut off as your mouth finds my nipples, sucking hungrily, then nibbling, making me moan. Before I can say anything else, you’re pulling the hem of my long skirt up around my waist, sliding your fingers inside my panties and inside me.

“Baby, we can’t! Someone might see us!”

I know it’s unlikely, it’s a cool Tuesday afternoon, out of season.

But it’s still a risk.

A risk, it would seem, that you are enjoying.

You turn me round, so I am facing the tree; its bark feels rough against my nipples. I hear you unzipping your jeans, then pulling at my hips, pushing my lower back until I am bent over slightly. Pulling my panties to one side, I feel you move between my thighs, using your knees to push my legs further apart. Then I feel your cock pressing against my pussy; within a few strokes, I have the entire length buried inside me.

I grab the tree for balance as you grab my hips and begin to pound me, plunging into me with long, hard strokes. I can both feel and hear your balls slapping against my ass. As your hands find my tits again, my moans have got louder. You’re grunting with every thrust; a primal, guttural sound as you claim my pussy and make it yours.

When you reach around and start playing with my clit, I feel like I will explode then and there.

“Fuck!” I cry out as your fingers speed up.

“Cum for me!” you demand, through gritted teeth, your breathing now ragged.

And cum for you, I do.

That’s the trigger you needed. Grabbing my hips, you plunge deep as you begin to fill me. For a moment, we just stand there, motionless, panting. I turn to watch the waterfall and am struck by the similarity between that and the juices that begin trailing down my thighs you withdraw from me.

I turn around, readjusting my panties and smoothing my skirt back down. You’re pulling your jeans back up, refastening your belt and we smile at each other in silence, no words needed. Our bodies have said everything we needed to know.

Once we have regained our composure, you take my hand and lead me back up the steps, onto the path and back to the cottage. We are both exhausted after the excitement of this afternoon’s activities, so we curl up together on the sofa and begin to nap.

By the time we wake, it’s dinnertime, so we wander into the kitchen and choose something simple to prepare and cook together. We chat as we work, and it feels like a wonderfully intimate moment, just the two of us. You stand behind me as I stir the contents of the saucepans, your arms around my waist, head on my shoulder, and it reminds me of how glad I am that we booked the cottage, that we have our own space to just be ourselves.

After the meal, we take our wine and settle down in front of the TV to watch a movie, but I can’t concentrate on it.

I have plans for you.

Plans for us.

“How about I run you a bath tonight?” I suggest.

You happily agree, knowing that I will most likely be joining you, so I head upstairs and get things ready. When you join me, ten minutes later, the tub is full.

“I’ll leave you to enjoy yourself. But don’t enjoy yourself too much!” I laugh, winking at you mischievously.

“Aren’t you joining me?”

“No, I have things to do. Meet me in the bedroom in twenty minutes. Bye for now!” I blow you a kiss and walk out, closing the door behind me.

Once I’m in the room, I quickly set about getting everything ready and getting changed.

Tonight is going to be epic, I just know it.

After exactly half an hour has passed, I hear you get out of the water and, a few minutes later, you step into the room.

We both gasp with pleasure at what we see.

You have a white bath towel draped sexily around your hips. I take in the detail of your strong arms, your toned chest, and I am reminded of all the photos you have sent me like this in the past. But none of them were anywhere near as hot as you look right now.

Your eyes slowly take in what you see before you. The room is lit by a wide range of different candles, their scents combining to create an exotic aroma. A large towel is spread out on the bed and there is a bag on the nightstand, the contents of which you cannot tell.

I stand there, dressed in the outfit I bought in the village yesterday. It includes a short, red, satin baby-doll nightdress, trimmed with lace and with a wide bow at the front, teasingly holding it together. Underneath is a minuscule matching thong, and I am wearing a deep-red lipstick to complete the look.

You go to step towards me, your appreciation for my efforts evident under the towel.

“Not so fast,” I say, playfully holding up my hand in a halting gesture. “Before anything else – I’m going to give you that massage I have been promising you for months. Now, lose the towel and get on the bed!”

You smile and slowly discard the towel, revealing your magnificent, hard cock. It’s all I can do not to sink to my knees and take you into my mouth again, but I know I must resist. For now, anyway.

I help you settle onto the bed, resting on your front, your hips slightly raised. Grabbing one of the bottles from the bag, I climb onto the bed and staddle your hips. Pouring some oil into the cupped palm of my hand, I let it warm for a moment, then lean forward and get to work.

Slowly and methodically, I begin to massage you, starting with your neck and shoulders. Using my thumbs, I press and knead your muscles, working the oil into your skin on your arms, your back, your ass. I move sidewards, allowing me to massage your thighs, your calves, your feet. Then back up, my slippery fingertips teasing the sensitive skin at the top of your legs and lightly grazing the back of your balls, making you moan.

“Turn over,” I tell you.

You do as I ask, and I get back into position, sitting astride your waist, the lacy bottom of my nightie brushing against your stomach.

“I have a surprise for you,” I whisper, seductively. “Remember when you told me about your favourite fantasy?”

You look confused for a moment but, as you see me take two red silk scarves from the bag, I see a flicker of recognition cross your face.

Without saying anything, I take one of your hands and tie it to the wooden bedpost. Once it’s fixed tightly with the scarf, I take your other hand and attach it to the opposite post.

“You,” I tell you, leaning over you with my hands resting either side of your head. “Are. All. Mine.”

I lower my head to kiss you, gently at first and then with increasing passion. I nibble your bottom lip, before kissing your cheeks, your chin, your neck.

“I’m forgetting something,” I murmur as my tongue starts trailing over your collarbone.

Reaching into the bag once more, I fish out a blindfold and secure it in place, making sure you can’t see anything that I am doing to you.

For a moment, I just sit next to you, silently taking in the detail of your naked body. I watch as your chest begins to rise and fall. I smile as I see your hard cock twitching with anticipation.

“My turn for dessert tonight,” I whisper, planting a kiss on your stomach as I lightly cup your balls in my hand.

I lean over and seek out the can of squirty cream, shaking it to make sure there’s plenty of air in it. I place the lid on the table and then climb back onto you, kneeling either side of your waist.

“Hmmmm, where should I begin?” I say out loud, to myself more than to you.

Before you can answer, I have aimed the nozzle at your chest. I draw a line from just below one armpit to the other. Starting at the centre, I lick my way outwards, stopping to swirl my tongue on your nipple. Once that trail is clear, I repeat the action on the other side.

Next, I draw a line from your chest down to your stomach. Kneeling to one side of your body, with one hand resting teasingly between your thighs, I slowly lick up the cream with tiny lapping movements, stopping just millimetres away from your cock. I exhale noisily, making sure that you feel the warmth of my breath on your sensitive skin.

I pause for a minute, building your anticipation of what I might do next.

“Now, what did we decide about this?” I ponder as I lightly brush your cock with my fingertip. “If I remember, you weren’t keen on me licking cream off here, were you?”

I think it’s fair to say that right now, you would let me lick anything off you if it eased the ache you have. I can tell how turned on you are from the look on your face and from observing the rigid state of hardness you have now reached.

“Just as well I remembered what you wanted, isn’t it?” I whisper, before kissing your mouth again and letting you taste the cream on my lips.

You hear the bag rustle as I dig out the bottle of honey. Resting your cock in the palm of my left hand, I squeeze the plastic, creating a trail of the sticky substance from your balls to the tip. Throwing the container to one side, I lower my head and begin to lap at the sugary sweetness. Noisily, I suck and slurp my way up your shaft, moving my tongue backwards and forwards to lick you clean.

Once I reach the top, I change my technique to rapid flicks, delighting as I taste the combination of the honey and your pre-cum, which is simply delicious.

“Guess what, baby? It’s your turn now.”

I slip off the g-string and move upwards, kneeling above your shoulders. I pick up the cream, shake it again, and then spray a generous amount over my pussy area. I tingle as I feel the coolness of it on my hot, bare skin. Then, very slowly, I lower my hips and sink down onto your mouth.

You don’t need instructions. Once you feel the cream hit your lips, you know what to do. I moan as you begin to lick me, your tongue probing between the soft folds. You lap hungrily, making me gasp with well-placed kisses and gentle sucking. It’s good, so good in fact that I briefly consider letting you take this to the end, to have me cum whilst I’m sitting on your face.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I will cum on your cock.

Sliding back down, I position my soaking pussy above your hips and roughly grab your cock, aiming it at my hot entrance. We both groan as I begin to sink down on you, feeding your hard length into my tightness.

“Fuck!” you exclaim as you feel my juices coating you. “Ride me!”

“Oh, don’t worry. I intend to.”

And ride you, I do.

Hard. Fast. Needily. Lustfully. My hands resting on your chest as I rock on your hips.

“Would you like to watch as we cum?” I ask, my breath strained from the exertion of fucking you.

“Yes!”

I lean forward and tear off the blindfold. As your eyes adjust to the candlelit room, they meet with mine and I know what you’re trying to tell me. I smile.

“Well, seeing as you’re watching… might as well give you something worth looking at!”

Pulling at the bow that’s holding the nightie closed, it falls open to reveal my sizeable tits, bouncing with the force at which I am riding you. I return one hand to your chest to support me; with the other, I begin to play with my clit, hurrying up my climax.

It works. Minutes later, I feel everything inside me begin to tighten. Sinking down the length of your cock, I start to shudder and moan as my orgasm takes over my whole body. My pussy muscles contract, hard, gripping and milking your cock. Bucking your hips up towards mine, you call out my name as I feel you spurting hot cum deep into me.

I wait until you are finished before leaning forwards and kissing you, breathlessly. I untie each of your hands and collapse on your chest, your arms tightly around me as our juices pour down your cock, which is still inside me.

Neither of us speaks.

We are exhausted, spent.

When we can eventually move again, we head off to the shower, gently cleaning each other as we share some tender kisses.  Once dry, we fall back into the warmth of the bed, sharing the heat from each other’s bodies, and drift into a deep, much-needed sleep.

Wednesday

The first thing that I am aware of when I wake the next morning is your arm, wrapped protectively around me as you spoon me from behind.

The second thing is your hard cock, pressed tight against my ass.

I can’t tell at first if you are awake, but when your hand moves from my waist to cup my breast, I have my answer.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” you murmur, slowly rolling my hard nipple between your forefinger and thumb.

“Hey, sexy,” I whisper, pushing my ass back against your groin.

We stay like this for a moment, with me enjoying the feeling of your mouth on my neck and your fingertips on my breasts. I’m trying to figure out what position we should fuck in this morning, knowing it will be our last time together.

There’s only one thing left to do.

Leaning over to the bedside table, I open the drawer, rummage around until I find what I want, and then close it.

I put the bottle of lube in your hand, saying nothing.

I hear the top of the container flick open, then the squelching sound as you pour some into your hand, before rubbing it onto your cock. You dispense some more and then close the lid. I lay there, waiting for what seems like an eternity before your fingers gently start to rub and probe my ass. The lube is cold and makes my skin tingle.

Shifting position slightly, I feel you slide behind me. I gasp as your cock starts to press between my ass cheeks, then rests against the opening.

Leaning your hand around, you start to massage my clit, making me moan. As I start to relax, I feel you begin pushing gently against me, slowly gaining access as you slide into my tight entrance. You take your time, wanting to make me comfortable, waiting for my body to accept your presence. Then, still rubbing my pussy, you begin to fuck my ass carefully but deliberately.

We’ve talked about anal sex before, how it’s something that I enjoy and that I wanted us to do together. As with most things during this trip, it’s better than I could’ve imagined it to be. It’s somehow both passionate and tender, and I am in awe of how controlled you are in only increasing the pace and depth when you think I can take it. When we both cum, you buried deep inside my tight hole, it’s nothing short of amazing; it’s a level of intimacy that is off the scale, even more so when I realise that we never spoke once during the whole encounter.

We stay in bed for a while, cuddling and chatting about the plans for the morning. We figure out what time we will need to leave for you to catch your train, then start to panic as we calculate that this won’t leave us much time for packing and tidying the cottage before we give the keys back.

I shower whilst you pack, and vice versa. I quickly throw together some French toast for us whilst you make the coffee and tidy the lounge and somehow, we manage to get to the station with a few minutes to spare. It’s worked out better this way, I think to myself, leaving less time for the sadness that will come as we go our separate ways.

It’s hard to know what to say. Realistically, I know that I won’t see you again, but I don’t want to say that out loud. I tell you that I’ve had a great time, that I’m glad we have been able to finally meet. You tell me that I’m the best tour guide you’ve ever had and we both laugh at that.

As the train begins to approach the platform, I throw my arms around your neck and hug you tight. You eventually manage to loosen my grip, taking my face in your hands and kissing me passionately one last time. With that, you pick up your bags and board the train, blowing me a kiss as the doors close.

I’m determined not to let you see me cry and am proud that I hold it together until I am back in the car alone.

I hear my phone bleep.

It’s a text.

From you.

Are you okay?

I smile. Obviously, you have read me better than I expected.

Yeah I will be. Just kinda sad right now.

Another bleep.

Why sad? This was amazing!

I consider how to reply to this and then type:

That’s the problem. Didn’t like saying goodbye. Hate that it’s over now (sad face)

Through my moist eyes, I can see that you have read it and are writing something back.

Over? Don’t you want to meet up when I come back to see the suppliers in February?

I have to read this twice before the words sink in.

You never told me you would be coming back!!!

You never asked. Anyway, you need to see me again (winking face)

I smile.

Oh, do I now? Why would that be?!?

A pause.

I thought you might want this back?

I wait for a moment and then a photo appears.

My red g-string, from my new set, the one I was wearing last night.

I burst out laughing, before replying:

I cannot believe you took that!!! WTF?

Even though I can’t see you, I know that you are smiling right now.

Well I wanted something to remind me of last night. Just in case you didn’t want to see me again. And this was one of the few things I actually got to see!!!

A mischievous thought crosses my mind as I remember what I did earlier.

I bite my lip as I type:

If you need something to remember me by, have a look in your wash bag.

Beep.

I can’t open it right now! (angry face)

I stick out my tongue, even though you can’t see me.

Well, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the surprise later. Anyway, I need to move before I get parking ticket. Text me when you get to the airport. Bye for now! (three kiss emojis, three heart emojis)

I put my phone down, turn on the ignition and drive out of the carpark, trying to imagine the look on your face when you find the tiny box containing the memory card later.

I only wish that I could be with you when you watch it and realise what it contains.