Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you are a minor or offended by material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading.
Copywrite 2001 by Frank
"Janine? It is you isn't it?" You turned to see who has spoken your name in the queue at Marks & Spencers.
Yes, I was sure it was you. Older yes, but perhaps even more attractive than I remembered - but definitely you. You didn't deny your name but you did look puzzled. A flicker in the eyes suggested that you recognised something about my face, but clearly you couldn't place me.
"The end of year school trip to Holland?"
The penny dropped. "Frank! How wonderful to see you again." You always had an infectious smile and eyes that could send a shudder up the spine of any man still breathing. I felt that shudder again.
That school trip to Holland. We were both 16 or thereabouts. More sex drive than technique. We had managed to escape our minders for an hour or so and wandered down to the red light district more out of curiosity than anything. But the sight of the girls in the windows and the vast array of sex videos and magazines available had aroused us both. I had tried to picture your face on the body of the girls in the magazines who were spreading their cunts for all to see. You were amazed at the variety of erect pricks on show and inevitably I ended up with a raging erection that I just couldn't hide and refused to go away! You noticed and whispered into my ear, "Want me to wank you off?" Did I? You had no idea how much I wanted you to.
We went round the corner into the maze of narrow side streets and found a quiet courtyard area. We didn't stand on ceremony! You quickly had my zip down and eased my engorged cock out of my pants into your hand.
"It's all sticky," you said, but proceeded to rub my foreskin up and down.
I grabbed your breast through your school shirt but within seconds I grunted, "Shit, I'm coming!" and deposited a goodly amount of cum on your school blazer pocket.
I put my hand between your legs and gave thanks for the fact that you were still wearing long socks rather than tights! You were soaking wet and I slipped my hand inside the leg of your knickers and inserted a finger deep into your pussy. I didn't really know what I should do next, but you clearly enjoyed the sensation and pushed your crotch against my hand for some reason. After pushing your crotch to and fro for a short while you seemed to lose the support of your legs momentarily and I thought you were trying to get my entire hand up your cunt! Then you shuddered, moaned softly to yourself and kissed me full on the mouth sending your tongue deep into me.
We then cleaned your blazer as well as we could, decided to call it a yoghurt stain if anyone noticed and made our way back to the rendezvous point, hand in hand. On the coach on the way home you slipped your hand into my trouser pocket and made me come again, leaving a dark stain on the front of my trousers which fortunately dried before we had to get off! I had groped your arse in an amateurish way and had been surprised to notice that your arsehole was already wet from your cunt juices . You had adjusted your position a little to enable me to give it more attention but the cramped position made progress impossible.
All of that was over 20 years ago. We had left school and gone our separate ways, but here we were thrown together again by chance. I noticed that my prick was rising again at the thought of what we had got up to in Holland and spluttered something about, "We must meet up for a drink." You asked what was wrong with now. "Absolutely nothing," I replied, not believing my luck. "I can take the afternoon off work, no problems."
We agreed to dump shopping in our respective cars and meet at the pub round the corner in 10 minutes. I watched you walk away, your hips and arse swaying deliciously reminding me of the missed opportunity on the coach. You had a wonderful body, curves in all the right places and a pair of tits to die for. I licked my lips and ran back to the car.
The pub was still quite busy but I found a table and waited for you to arrive. You walked in a few minutes later, came over to me and planted a kiss on my lips. Nothing too outrageous, but your tongue just flicked inside my mouth in what I suddenly hoped was a promise of things to come!
We chatted about our respective lives since leaving school. Conversation was easy between us. I held your hand on a couple of occasions and you didn't object. Gradually we returned to that Holland trip. "No regrets?" I asked.
"Only that you never actually fucked me," you replied. "You should have known how much I wanted your prick deep inside me on the way home."
"Well we can soon put that right," I half-joked, waiting to see what your reaction would be.
"You serious?" you asked.
"Absolutely."
While we finished our drinks, I admired your thigh where your split skirt had slid open. You noticed and lifted it still further for my inspection. You also noticed the bulge in my trousers and said, "Now we're not going to have a wet patch again are we?!"
I grunted something on the lines of, "I might well have if I don't fuck the arse off you soon."
With that we left the pub and decided to check in at the Travelodge a couple of miles down the road. We took my car as it was closer and you had your head buried in my lap almost before the door was closed. "Sorry, I can't wait," you said as you ran the tip of my prick over your face, leaving a trail of pre-cum glistening. Then you took me deep in your mouth and sucked hard. It was all too much and I had to blow my load…just had to. I told you but you refused to come up, so I came in your mouth, pumping what seemed an endless stream of cum into you, my whole body shuddering with the ecstasy of release. You came up and kissed me passionately and I could taste my own cum. "Now get me to that fucking hotel!" you ordered.
I obeyed and we drove the short distance up the road, my left hand trying to find your cunt lips in between gear changes. Damn, I wanted you so much. We checked in and the girl on reception gave us a knowing smile, "Will you require breakfast?" We told her probably not and went off to our room.
We shut the door and I pushed you to the wall, knelt down and buried my face in your cunt . Oh, I had waited for this moment and I was going to enjoy it. Delicious, sexy scents and tastes filled my senses and my animal instincts took over. Your flimsy knickers were already transparent from your own flowing juices and were quickly discarded. I pushed my nose and mouth upwards getting as much penetration as I could. I just wanted to drink you dry.
"Oh yes. Yes please, oh!" you cried and I could sense that you weren't far from coming yourself. I concentrated my tongue and lips on your clitoris. This seemed to push you over the edge and you grabbed the back of my head, pulling me towards you. You started to grind your hips into my face and a low moan began which got slightly louder and louder until you arched your back and exploded into your first orgasm, sending a stream of cunt juice over my waiting face.
"God I've needed that for a long, long time." you said.
"No husband/boyfriend" I asked?
"Well yes, but we just don't do it like this any more and I really miss it."
I told you I was in exactly the same situation, I hadn't had sex like this for years. During these few words we had started to undress, dropping clothes where we stood. You looked absolutely fabulous and, wearing just a pair of hold-ups, turned to give me a view of your magnificent arse. I was suddenly pleased that you had sucked me off in the car. The urgency of that first come had passed and I would be able to give you the fuck of your life.
We moved to the bed and I lay you down on your back. I took your left breast to my mouth, using my lips to suck the nipple hard, then taking as much of it into my mouth as I could, licking the nipple with my tongue. My left hand played with your right breast, taking the nipple between my thumb and first finger. My right hand meanwhile was occupied with your cunt. I inserted my middle finger and bent it up and back slightly once inside, trying to find that magic spot inside you.
You pushed yourself against my hand, trying to get some pressure on your clitoris, but clearly it was not enough. You brought your own hand down and began to rub your clit yourself. I asked if you wanted me to do that for you, but you panted a reply, "No just keep doing what you're doing, this is fucking great!" Your whole body began to move rhythmically and you urged me on to greater efforts in the tit-sucking department. I could feel your cunt start to tighten around my finger and knew you must be close again, then you almost jumped into the air as an overwhelming orgasm ripped through you again. I continued to kiss and finger-fuck you as you gradually subsided.
I was desperate to fuck you now and remembered the sight of your tight little arse. I had to have a bit of that! I turned you over and kissed my way down your spine, my prick tracing a way down the back of your thigh as I went. I kissed your buttocks and eased your arse cheeks apart to reveal your ring which was well lubricated, on the outside at least. I moved a finger towards my target, and gently probed to see your reaction.
"Wanna fuck my arse?" you suddenly asked.
"Ever since that day on the coach" I replied.
"Oh good, I was wondering if you would." With that you reached into your bag and passed me the tube of lubricating gel. "I love the occasional arse-fuck but my bloke doesn't want to know." I wasn't going to turn you down I can tell you.
With that you came up to your knees and presented me with my prize. I made sure you were well lubed and pressed the end of my dick against your arse. Getting in was not going to be that easy but you pushed backwards as well and I managed to get inside you, overcoming that initial pressure. You joined me in groaning with pleasure. I gradually moved deeper and deeper until I was up to the hilt with my balls slapping against your cunt. God you felt so good. I moved back a little, then forward, then back. Every movement seemed to send a ripple of pleasure through you, as it did me!
"I'm not hurting you am I?" I grunted.
"No! Just get on with it will you?"
I began to thrust a little harder and faster. This was out of this world. Was I dreaming this. No, I was here, fucking your arse all right, but the tightness and motion was taking its toll and I was getting so close to coming.
"Oh God," I cried, "I am going to come!" and with a final deep thrust exploded into you, savouring every sensation for as long as possible.
We lay next to each other on the bed, our lust temporarily satisfied. I glanced down at your beautiful body and thought what a lucky guy I was. What a way to spend a Tuesday afternoon, or any afternoon. I made us a quick coffee and went to the bathroom to have a piss and clean up a bit. As I was drying myself off you came into the bathroom and stood behind me. I suddenly felt the tube of gel being applied to my arse this time!
You reached round and grabbed my flaccid cock and inserted a finger into my arse. I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw how turned-on you still were. I also noticed my prick responding to the treatment!
"Do you think I'm a dirty whore?" you asked.
"No of course not. But you are a fabulous shag.” With that you went deeper into my arse.
"But I want you to say it. Call me a fucking dirty whore, a bitch, anything you like. I love dirty talk. You don't mind do you?"
With my prick in your one hand and your finger up my arse I was not in a position to argue! Okay, I thought, if that's the way you like it, why not? You continued to wank me slowly and we both watched ourselves in the bathroom mirror. Your finger was doing wondrous things and I was getting ready to try and satisfy one last time. Our gaze met in the mirror and that look of animal craving was in both our eyes. I gently eased your finger out and turned to you.
"Right bitch. I'm going to fuck you senseless. Get on the bed."
I gave you a long, passionate kiss and our tongues entwined urgently. You moved back into the bedroom and lay with your feet up, knees bent and apart and your cunt begging to be filled. "Still not enough, eh? What a dirty little whore you are!"
With little preamble, I rammed my prick into you as deep as it would go, our pubic bones banged against each other. You took in a sharp breath. "I'd have thought you'd enjoy that sort of thing. A dirty cow like you should be used to it." I thrust hard again and again and again. You moaned softly, clearly enjoying the attention your battered cunt was getting. "Fucking bitch. Aren't you going to come then, eh?" Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
I grabbed your hips to pull you back towards me at the same time. God I was enjoying this, as well. "Better than your usual finger job isn't it slag?!" I was ramming you hard and fast now and felt my balls starting to tighten. You must have sensed it as well and you arched slightly to get even more sensation. Your hand came down to your clitoris and you began to rub gently. "Not enough for you, eh? What a fucking dirty little bitch you are. A dirty, dirty, fucking bitch in heat!"
With that I gasped and had an unbelievable orgasm. You used your cunt muscles to hold me briefly as you ripped into yours, clutching the pillow with both hands, shaking all over. Again we subsided and lay down together on the bed. "I didn't mean the things I said - you do know that don't you?"
"I know - after all I asked you to."
We lay there for another 20 minutes or so, just gently caressing each other. Then we washed and dressed again.
"No breakfast after all," I said to the receptionist on the way out.
"Can we do this again?" I asked.
"Maybe, just maybe," you replied.
As you got out of the car back at your car park, you kissed me again and whispered, "Next Tuesday any good?"
Then we went back to our separate lives………….
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