Archive for May, 2007

A day in and out with S

J and I had been re-living my hotel night with S for almost every night of the past week. Even though I’d been initially embarrassed about having the couple in the next room banging on the wall, J had found that so exciting and just kept asking me to re-tell him that part of the evening. S had obviously enjoyed it as well as he phoned several mornings during the week to say how much he’d enjoyed our rendezvous and “please don’t leave it so long before we can do it again”.

J’s brother organizes an annual family day at his local football club on the south coast every year on the last weekend of the season. All the in-laws are normally there but I always find it a bit of a bore, so when J reminded me we’d have to travel down there last Saturday I jokingly suggested that I would prefer to give it a miss this year and perhaps invite S round for the day instead. J’s initial reaction was that we always went every year and it wouldn’t be right for us not to go as a family, so I resigned myself to having to go once again. The following night in bed though, J said he’d been thinking about my request all day at work and kept getting so turned-on about it that he said I could “stay at home in bed” if I really wanted to. I said if he was really sure about it I would phone S the next morning.

S loved my suggestion of coming round for a “champagne breakfast/brunch” and said he’d tell his family he’d been invited to a “golfing morning” with his friends.

I drove J and the children to the station on Saturday morning for the 8.00 a.m. train and arrived home feeling tingly excited and naughty. I ran myself a bath and remembering that S had always been turned-on about my admission that J and I often watched blue-movies together, I made-up the sofa bed in the living room so we could have the use of our large-screen TV. I’d told S to call anytime after 8.30 and he phoned right-on time. I told him I was lounging in the bath waiting so he’d have to let himself in with his keys and come straight-up to the bathroom. I heard the door just minutes later and he walked into the bathroom beaming. We exchanged kisses and I told him his champagne was by the sink and he was welcome to undress and join me in the bath. Our bath isn’t exactly made for two but S was able to slide in and we sat giggling and talking about liaison the previous week. He told me he’d been thinking about nothing else but my bare pussy and bum for the whole week and had been constantly getting “hard-ons”. He certainly had one now and I was enjoying stroking it as we talked and sipped at our glasses. Being squeezed together in the bath wasn’t really conducive to anything other than this basic fondling though, so I suggested we get out and dry each other down. He was first surprised and then excited as I led him downstairs to the living room instead of along the corridor to the bedroom. “Oh wow, I can’t believe this” was his reaction as I sat him down on the sofa bed and then turned on the DVD player. I’d propped some pillows up so that we could sit-up and easily watch the screen. He was instantly hard and asking questions like “how often do you watch these” and “what do you do”. I was loving his excitement and continued stroking his cock whilst we watched. I was making little comments on the action on the screen like “look at the size of that” and “what do you think of her boobs?”. He was sighing and gasping and when I slid down on his chest and started sucking on him I could tell he was going to come quite soon. He was making little groaning sounds and saying “slow down, slow down or I’ll burst”. But I was loving it and I pulled my mouth away for a moment to say “I want you to burst” before sucking down on him again. I had one hand cupped under his balls and the other stroking his chest when I felt him start to shudder and cry out. I pulled my face away and lifted my boobs up onto him as he came with gasping spurts. I rubbed my boobs all round his cock and kissed his tummy as he continued to splash out. He was apologising for coming so quickly, but I slid up rubbing my wet boobs over his chest and then kissed him and told him I loved him coming like that. “You obviously like watching sex movies then” I said. His reply was that it had been my comments about the action happening on the screen that had made him come so quickly. “You are just amazing” he said.

We lent back against the back of the sofa as the movie continued. I was rubbing his wetness over his chest and balls and he started to play with my pussy. He was telling me how beautiful and smooth it was and then it was his turn to move down the bed and start sliding his tongue and fingers in and out of me. S does do wonderful things to me with his fingers and we both quite soon forgot about the TV screen as my own moans and groans got louder than the soundtrack on the TV. I was lifting my hips up off the mattress so that his tongue could slide down to his favourite spot and I could hear myself gasping as he fingered my clit and pussy with one hand and then started to probe me with the other hand. I pulled his hand up so that I could suck on his fingers before pushing it back down to where he’d been playing with me. I was really turned on now and asked him if he’d brought his gel. He replied that it was in the pocket of his trousers up in the bathroom. “Well you’ll just have to go and get it then please!”.

As he left the room I re-arranged the cushions across the middle of the bed so I could lay down on my tummy on top of them. I was feeling really naughty and determined he was going to have a day he wouldn’t forget. I was facing the screen watching two guys and one girl and I knew that on his return, S would be seeing the same action. He knelt on the bed beside me and I felt his kisses on my bum cheeks and then his tongue sliding down between them. I groaned and opened my legs wider for him. I loved the feel of his tongue there and I was moaning and gasped out “at least I don’t have to be quiet in my own house”. He gasped as well, telling me again how fantastic I was. I always shiver with a tingly sensation when I first feel the gel being rubbed around me. “I want to hear you telling me I’m fucking fantastic” I said as I pushed myself back against his fingers. He was gasping out his reply and I was groaning back with loud moans and sighs. I still find the first moments awkward and uncomfortable, but then I just gasp with huge groans and the sensation overwhelms me. I could feel myself pushing back to meet him and then felt his hands, one on each hip, pulling me further into him. We are both pushing in time and I can hear myself crying out “fucking hell, touch me, fucking touch me”. He slides one of his hands round to my belly and then slips it downwards as I thrust up against him. As his fingers rub round in circles over my clit I just keep crying out “fuck it, fuck it” and then losing it completely I’m just falling forwards, pushing the cushions out from under me and moaning and collapsing into the mattress with him falling on top of me. I can hear him gasping into my ear still thrusting forwards and then pulling away as I simply scream in ecstasy.

We lay still for some minutes until I find the strength to adjust myself and turn to cuddle into him. This time I’m apologising for coming so quickly and being so noisy. He replies “it was just incredible, I’ve never come twice so quickly before”. I can feel what he means as I feel the stickiness dribbling down as I cuddle closer into him. I love the feeling as he tells me again how amazing it was and how “sexual” I am.

It had been such an exhausting explosion that we both dozed for over an hour. I awoke and stumbled out to the kitchen to return with a glass of water and turned the TV screen off declining the message on screen to “Resume Play”. I suggested that it might be nice to go out and get something to eat as it was now after midday. He was nervous about being seen by the neighbours out together in the middle of the day, but I managed to convince him that with the car in the garage we could go straight-out through the side door and drive up to the Heath for a pub-lunch. As he returned upstairs to the bathroom, I pulled on the floral print dress I’d taken J and the kids to the station in earlier. It was a glorious day outside and I felt naughty and exciting as I drove him the few miles to the Heath. I hadn’t told S I hadn’t a stitch on underneath my dress but as we parked the car and then walked across the road to the pub I pulled him in close to me as we walked and let his hand rub down my back and over the curves of my bum. I giggled as he felt the smoothness of my cheeks through my thin dress. “Haven’t you got any knickers on?” he asked with a little gasp. “No, it’s such a warm day I thought I’d go without, it’s just my dress and sandals.” He roamed his hands further as we walked up towards the pub, sliding his fingers so that the material pushed between my crack, but I pulled his hand away as we got to the door, saying “that’s enough now, if you’re good you can have some more later”.

We lunched in the beer garden, looking out over the hedge to the Heath. It really was a lovely day and I felt extremely naughty and turned-on, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin through my dress, sitting here in public with my lover. I had to restrict myself to one glass of wine as I was the driver, but I was trying to urge S into a second glass and reminding him that we had champagne to finish at home before we opened the bottle of wine that he’d arrived with and left upstairs in the bathroom. He was glancing at his watch though and telling me that a “golf morning” would normally have been over by now. I was a little disappointed that this might be a hint that he actually didn’t want to return back to the sofa bed in my living room. I stroked his hand suggestively and got up to head back to the car saying “I thought you might like to try and make it three times in one day”. We’d parked in one of the carparks right on the edge of the Heath and so walked hand-in-hand down to the little lake as he telephoned home on his mobile to say he was “still out with the lads”. He was relieved to actually just get the answerphone at his home, so left a message. We sat on a bench by the lake and I cuddled into him kissing him on the cheek and encouraging him to slide his arm around my shoulders. I hadn’t felt so horny and naughty like this for ages. I kept having little flashes of how much I was sure J would love hearing about me being so forward. I was actually stroking S’s cock through his pants and sliding my tongue into his mouth as we sat on the bench. I could feel his hands feeling my nipples through my dress. “Come on,” I said, “before I get too giddy to drive”.

I silently thanked J for installing the remote control on the garage door so that we could drive straight-up into our little drive and into the garage. With the door closing behind us we could go straight in the house through the side entry without being noticed by the neighbours. But first I wanted to sit in the car and pull S into a passionate embrace. I played with his pants again, trying to see if he was hard. Then I lent back slightly and pulled the front of my dress down so he could lean forward and suck at my nipples which were already quite hard. He was playing with one nipple whilst sliding his hand beneath my dress and between my legs. Despite the excitement I didn’t want to be making out in the confined space of my little car, so I opened the door and stepped out. Whilst I’m not overly proud of my tummy, I do feel my bum and boobs still look good, so I stood by the open door and lifted the dress up over my head and dropped it back onto the seat beside him. I stood with my hands on my hips feeling really horny as he looked at me with a wonderfully excited look on his face. “Would you like to come inside?” I said and then turned to walk naked into the kitchen. We stood kissing in the kitchen and he unbuttoned his shirt whilst I unbuckled his trousers and slid down his underpants. I was kneeling on the kitchen floor sucking his cock and clenching the cheeks of his bum as he rocked back and forth murmuring “you are just incredible”. I stood up and asked him to bring the champagne as I walked into the front room. I asked him if he had a preference for the several DVDs I’d left on the table but he just pushed me back onto the sofa bed saying “I just want to look at your pussy”.

Now he was the one kneeling, as I lay back on the mattress, feeling his tongue swirling around my lips and clit. I was being my naughtiest now, lifting my legs up and commanding him to “eat my cunt”. I knew he enjoyed me talking like this and I pulled his face up to mine saying “let me taste my juices”. He was getting quite carried away now as I told him I wanted him inside me, but he was gasping and saying he couldn’t last and then he just let out a huge gasp and stood up spurting his come over my tummy. I pulled him down onto me and then rolled him over onto his back, squishing my boobs over his chest and rubbing his come over the both of us. Again we lay together for ages whilst he dozed. I got up to sip at the champagne and then put on another of J’s DVDs. I returned to the sofa bed and he sat up beside me. I was playing with his cock again. It was sticky and flaccid and he was telling me it was ticklish now rather than arousing. We watched the screen and talked about our day. He told me he’d never have believed he could ever have had such an incredible time. I was “an incredible, amazing, sexual woman” and “J just doesn’t know how lucky he is”. I told him that J would come home desperate to hear all about “my day”, but that I didn’t want my day to end just yet. I lay back and lifted my left leg up and around his waist . . . I was spread really wide and I slid my fingers down to open my lips up even wider. He didn’t need any further invitation and slid down the mattress to bring his face down over my clit and lips. I was already really worked up by talking about our day and I was desperate to feel his tongue and fingers again. I was soon groaning and sighing and pushing down on his head, urging him to “tongue fuck me, oh tongue fuck me”. I knew he was sliding his fingers into me at the same time as swirling his tongue around and around and when I came I was screaming so much he told me afterwards he pulled away quickly because he thought I was in pain.

We didn’t stir again until we heard the ringing of the phone. He immediately jumped up to run to his phone in his trousers in the kitchen, before suddenly realising it was my mobile ringing from the side table. It was J. “Have you had a good day sweetheart?” he asked. “Yes, I haven’t actually finished yet though” I replied. There was a long pause before he responded. “Oh, I see. Are you going to be finished in time to pick us up from the station in couple of hours then?” I could tell there was a hint of annoyance or surprise in his voice, but he was apologetic as soon as I said “Of course and I’m really looking forward to telling you all about my day”. S was getting dressed as I finished my call to J. “You don’t have to go yet you know” I said. “They won’t be back for hours yet”. He laughed as he brought me my glass. “I don’t think I could take anymore. You’ve tired me out” he laughed. I played the hurt mistress, sliding forward on the mattress on my tummy and tugging at his trousers. “I’m sure I could get you going again if you give me the chance” I said.

I knew that he did have to be making his way home though, and I had to refrain from more champagne because I’d have to drive to the station and pick up J and the children. S helped me pack away the sofa bed and we back-tracked through the kitchen and upstairs bathroom gathering up any signs of our day. I was still walking around completely naked and he was stopping to kiss me and stroke my back and bum cheeks. “Incredible, just incredible” he kept saying. I felt really wonderful, it had been fun to be so wilful and naughty, and wonderful to feel I’d turned him on so much. I dressed, more conservatively this time, to usher him back into the car and drive him round the block to let him out a few streets away from his house. I drove home feeling tingly and horny again as I thought back over the day . . . and giggling to myself as I imagined how J would kiss and squeeze me over and over again, hoping we’d be able to convince the kids to get straight to bed after their long and tiring day!!!

A Naughty Evening with S

S had been texting me for some time about getting together again. He’d told me I looked lovely when we’d all bumped into each other in the park. I’d had offers from M as well, including wanting to take me away to Paris for the weekend, but that just wasn’t possible or practical and anyway I hadn’t met with S for some months, so . . .

We agreed to meet after work on Friday evening and spend a few hours together in a Holiday Inn near the airport that we’d stayed in before. (Neither of us could stay out all night and it was close enough for S to drive us home in the early hours without too much trouble). We met at the Tube station and went for a meal in the high street first. We talked for ages, catching-up on our family and work news. Then we walked to his car and drove the short distance to the hotel carpark. S had already checked-in earlier, so we took the lift straight up to the room. S was trying to find a suitable station on the radio whilst I undressed and started the shower. I’d just had a waxing during the week, but this time instead of just having my bikini line done and then trimming my pubes as short as I could, I’d had a full-wax, just leaving a thin “landing strip” as J called it. He’d loved it when I came home and showed him and as I’d had all the hair removed all the way round between my bum cheeks, I knew S would like it as well. The shower was one of those ones in the bath (I normally prefer a bath as I don’t like getting my hair wet when I’m with my lover, but this one was rather small) and I had my back to S as he got in to join me. He was soaping my back and boobs at first and didn’t notice my new look until he turned me round to start playing with me from the front. He gasped out loud when he saw it though, stepping back and pulling me away from the water to get a better look. “God, that’s fantastic!” I pulled him up to kiss him and told him to finish quickly and he could get a closer look in bed.

We dried each other with him dropping down on his knees to start licking at me as I stood in the bathroom. I led him to the bed and he was immediately pushing me backwards and opening my legs. He was telling me how wonderful it looked and sliding down to kiss and lick me with huge gasps. Normally he enjoys playing and sucking on my nipples first, but just like J had been, all he wanted was to lick and suck at my new fanny.

I was quite excited at how turned-on he was, and I was getting very aroused. I was lifting my bum up off the bed, letting him slide his tongue down to his favourite spot. He was gasping and sighing and kept saying “incredible, you’re just so incredible” over and over. I was getting quite carried away now, especially as he was now working his fingers and thumb around me. Then he lifted up to slide up and start kissing me and asked if he could take a picture of it with his phone. I instantly said “No you can’t”. J and I had always had this almost unspoken rule of “no unnecessary risks, and no pictures”. But S was pleading with me and saying things like “it would just be of your pussy, nothing else in the shot I promise”. I was already feeling really aroused and really naughty from his licking and playing and from his obvious excitement about my pussy . . . I suddenly heard myself saying, “well only of my pussy and you have to delete it if I don’t like it”. He was off the bed in a flash and returned with his phone and knelt down between my legs. He then lifted up to show me the screen. His phone is much newer than mine and I felt a little surge of excitement to see my pussy filling the screen. I turned over slightly on my side and posed for him again, opening my cheeks saying “wouldn’t you like this one better”. He was grinning and gasping all at once as he showed me the second shot. I said “you have to text them to me. You better not let anyone else be using your phone”.

He was really carried away now, and his fingers and tongue were getting me more and more turned on as well as I lay on my tummy lifting my hips up to meet his mouth and tongue. I’d never tried anal until S, and I just didn’t enjoy it at all when he first attempted to persuade me. It felt uncomfortable and painful. But over the months he gradually perservered and I slowly found I was able to relax. He told me he had some new gel this evening and I jumped with the surprise, and then tingling excitement, as I felt that first dribbling cold sensation as he wiped it between my cheeks. He can give me wonderful feelings with his fingers flicking and pinching my clit and then sliding in and out of my pussy. He lifted me up on my knees and I leant forward to grasp the head of the bed as I felt him behind me. I was groaning with excitement as he let me adjust myself and get over that initial feeling of discomfort. He is always gentle and slow and then when I feel him completely inside me he reaches round to help support me. We rock and push back and forwards against each other and it’s an indescribable feeling as his hands slide down in front of my hips and he starts to rub his fingers round and round my clit. I can feel and hear him kissing and groaning in my ear and then we both fall forward onto the bed collapsing and gasping at each other as he rolls off onto the bed beside me.

I’d normally doze off for a few mintues in a state of complete exhaustion but I’m suddenly conscious of a banging thumping sound. We both sit-up almost instantly and then to my shock and horror I realise the noise is someone banging on the wall from the next room. The noise suddenly stops but we can hear voices and though we can’t make-out exactly what they’re saying I can tell it is a man and a woman. S says he’s telling her to “shut-up and forget about it”. I pull the bedclothes around me in embarrassment as S is quietly laughing and saying “you were quite loud”. Though he was laughing, I was feeling scared and embarrassed and ashamed. I could remember J telling me on lots of occasions before that our neighbours must often have thought he was attacking me or something . . . But I’d never really thought of myself being that loud. I was saying “what if they complain to the manager or something”, but S was just chuckling and telling me not to worry and that it had gone quiet now anyway. We cuddled up together, whispering, whilst I strained to hear any sound at all from the next room. We lay for ages . . . I felt almost too scared to move . . . until S began to bring me round with jokes and suggestions that it was probably a couple arguing because the husband had been wanting his wife to give him the same excitement I’d been giving to S.

My embarrassment was beginning to turn to a sort of naughty excitement as S caressed and stroked me. He was playing with my nipples now and then sliding his fingers down to “my gorgeous pussy”. I’d pulled the pillow over onto my face, consciously trying to mask any noise I may be making as S had slid down between my legs again. His tongue was flicking all over my lips and clit and he was sliding his fingers into me. I couldn’t help myself and pulled the pillow away to half gasp, half whisper “how many”. His reply was “two, would you like more?” when I just felt myself shuddering again. The feeling was slightly spoilt by having to consciously remind myself to be quiet . . . and I rolled over onto my side, gently pushing his head away before curling up into a ball and asking him to “cuddle me”.

This time I did doze off only to be woken by his phone alarm beeping from the bedside cabinet. We were kissing and giggling as we dressed, and we both burst into quiet laughter again as we glanced down the corridor to the next room door as we walked past towards the lift. Being an airport Hotel there are always people leaving and arriving all through the night, so I didn’t feel self-conscious as we walked across the lobby, with S still laughing and joking as we got to the car.

It’s only a 20-minute drive home along the North Circular, and as S parked at the top of my road it was just after 1.30 in the morning. I’d said he could have dropped me just round the corner but he said that if he couldn’t pull-up right outside he at least wanted to make sure I got to my gate. We kissed our goodbyes and I thanked him for a lovely and fun night. As I got out of the car he said “I’ll text you your pictures” and I suddenly realised I’d have to tell J and that he’d probably be annoyed at my lapse.

He was waiting up, as he always does if he knows I’m coming home, though I could tell he’d fallen asleep on the sofa. He told me I looked “gorgeous” but said he was disappointed I wasn’t naked under my coat as I took it off and draped it over the armchair. I told him I could hardly walk across a hotel lobby, let alone be driven home along a busy main road, with nothing on beneath my coat. But I undressed for him as he poured me a glass of wine. J always loves to kiss me all over when I’ve just come home from being with S (as he doesn’t get the chance if I’ve spent an evening with M), he says he loves the look and taste of my pussy after “it’s been fucked”. He quickly smelt and tasted the gel though and stood up to squeeze me with delight as he asked “have you been bummed as well?”. I pulled him down onto the sofa and instead of having to go through the whole story of our evening from the very start as I normally would, I started to tell him about upsetting the couple in the next room. I’d only just started gently stroking his cock as I was telling him about the banging on the wall when he exploded with loud gasps of his own. “Oh, amazing, I wish I’d heard it!” He collapsed on top of me onto the sofa, shooting his come all over me and all over the floor.

By the time I’d cleaned up, and he’d recovered enough to insist I start my story all over again, it was another hour into the early hours of Saturday morning, and another come later J was too exhausted to be too annoyed about my lack of judgement in allowing S to take those pictures with his phone!!