Touching down at the small airport after the long journey from London, Emily was ready for a shower, a drink and a nap, though in which order she wasn’t quite sure. She’d been pondering this matter for a while ever since the transfer in Kuala Lumpur. Pondering it between dozing and the distraction of the man just in front on the opposite aisle. More than once a small smile had crossed her lips as she studied the back of the man’s salt and pepper hair, admired his broad shoulders and caught glimpses of his rather fetching jawline. Little fantasies played out in her head, as they do in that half asleep, half awake way, keeping Emily entertained and a little aroused throughout the flight.
As she disembarked, thoughts of the stranger put to one side, what was playing on her mind was that important decision, cocktail, cup of tea, shower or snooze? This thought too disappeared as the island’s tropical countryside revealed itself from the window of the taxi; paddy fields, mango trees, school children in smart uniforms and cheerful smiles crammed 3 or 4 on mopeds, street food stalls, palm trees, glimpses of beach and azure ocean. Breathing in the sights and smells Emily sighed and relaxed, tension dropping from her shoulders. This was exactly what she craved a quiet week in beautiful, warm surrounds, a beer and a book.
The villa had views of the ocean, red bougainvillea and palms framed the views. It was shaded with rattan blinds, contained a large king size bed with crisp sheets below a gently rotating fan. The bathroom contained a multitude of exotic potions, a large shower and a bath that looked made for two. The mini bar was fully stocked. There was no TV. It was spacious and cool and a comfortable distance from the next nearest villa, yet only a short walk to the pool, the spa, the bar and resort restaurant. On entering Emily smiled, did a little dance to the music in her head, made herself a cup of tea, removed her shoes and promptly fell asleep on the oh so comfortable bed.
This is what you should know about Emily. She was in her forties but could easily pass for a decade younger. She had short blonde hair with a long fringe that always fell sexily over her right eye. One of two lovely blue eyes, which often twinkled especially when accompanied by the delightful smile from her pretty mouth. Her lips were made to be kissed. She was a proper woman with curves, often showing a little cleavage, which pleased her nearly as much as it pleased her numerous admirers, and though not tall she always looked elegant, simple make up and lipstick just enough to enhance her good looks. She was a woman who still made men’s heads turn and despite herself enjoyed doing so.
As Emily slept on top of her crisp sheets, air from the fan cooling her, her unconscious returned to the man on the plane. The jaw, the stubble, that hair, those shoulders. Her sleeping mind constructed a handsome face and a strong body. A man of age and experience, not old but wouldn’t see thirty again. A man with a ready laugh and smiling eyes. Thoughts of his breath on her neck must have been caused by the breeze from the fan, yet it still felt good. Emily’s mind imagined a kiss, gentle on the lips, delightfully trailing down her body. Her subconscious imagination saw him standing over her, removing his clothes, down to his tight white shorts where the bulging outline of an erect penis stood proud and waiting. The man put his thumbs in the sides of his pants, pulling them down…his cock springing out to hit his muscular abs and Emily both in her dream and on her bed licked her lips.
Stirring in her slumber, the beauty of Emily’s dream played out. That hard cock seemed so real, as real as her engorged labia, as real as her taut nipples, as real as the secretions soaking her panties. With a sleepy murmur Emily reached out in her dream, grasping the inviting cock, her hand slid up the shaft, feeling its heat, enjoying its fleshy hardness. She rubbed her thumb around the softer head, spreading the leaking fluid around it, eyes glued to the movements and twitches of the beautiful shaft.
Sleeping but fully aroused, Emily’s imagination was in overdrive, her mouth now engulfing the dreamy cock, her tongue lapping the dripping pre-cum, her hand vigorously wanking anything that wouldn’t fit in her mouth. Unconsciously her right hand drifted into her panties, spreading her wetness up and down the length of her pussy before two fingers found her stiff little clitoris, rubbing expertly, even asleep, around and around as thoughts of making the man cum engulfed her mind. She could taste him, that unique savoury, salty taste of sex, of sperm.
Emily’s fingers were now buried deep in her slick pussy, sometimes inside her, sometimes rubbing her clit. Her other hand had found her left breast and its hard nipple, rubbing, squeezing, sending shockwaves of desire deep into her core. And all this time in her dream she had hold of that spunk filled cock, could feel the man’s balls bouncing, could sense his imminent explosion, could hear his ragged breathing.
If you could have seen Emily that late afternoon, sprawled, depraved across that bed, shorts undone, a hand buried deep in her panties another fondling her own tits, sweat on her brow, tiny gasps escaping her pretty mouth, you may have concluded she was in the midst of a fever. But if you could have been in her sleeping head you would have known that the cock stretching her mouth was on the verge and that the gasps were of her own approaching orgasm. Tension coursed through her nerve endings as her hand moved faster around her hot sex, tension that was about to erupt just as the man himself erupted, spurting jets of sticky sperm into her cheeks, coating her tongue and lips. Just a dream but that taste, that feeling of power, of animal lust overwhelmed the sleeping, masturbating, beautiful Emily. As the hot, dreamy sperm hit the back of her throat, her own fabulous orgasm overtook her, making her shudder and expel a long gasp of sexual pleasure as the sparks flew in her head and in her pussy, releasing the tension.
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When Emily awoke, it was dusk outside the villa. The remnants of the sun were penetrating the blinds and she was consumed by an overwhelming sense of well-being. Rising from the bed she realised her shorts were round her ankles and nearly fell, collapsing back onto the bed giggling. And why were her panties so wet, clinging to her swollen mound, and what was that taste in her mouth? She felt content, but couldn’t remember exactly why as she headed for the shower.
Freshly washed, blow dried and made up with a little blue-grey eye shadow and some pale lipstick, Emily headed to the bar. As it was warm her attire was very simple, a white floral summer dress. Flared skirt finishing just above the knee, spaghetti straps on the 3 buttoned fitted bodice, the top button undone revealing just a hint of cleavage. Under the dress simple, lace edged, pure white boy shorts with a small pink bow just above her pubic mound. A freshly shaved pubic mound, just finished in the shower. She couldn’t figure it out but she wanted to feel sexy, wanted to turn heads, to be desired. Her pretty panties tight against her bare sex made her feel good, while that unaccountable glow of satisfaction put her in a delightfully frisky mood.
Taking a seat at the bar, Emily ordered a cold beer and surveyed the room, her eyes smouldering from under her blonde fringe. At the other end of the space she saw a man with his back turned. His hair and shoulders looked familiar, then she saw his chin and as though struck by lightning Emily gasped out loud, rapidly turning away blushing as her hot dream and that man’s role in it came flooding back to her.
Flushed and embarrassed with the dream playing out in her mind, Emily turned away to face the bar, taking a long swig on her drink. “Oh my God,” had she really dreamt about giving that man a blow job, a man she’d never met, never even seen his face. Yet the thought had her squirming slightly in her seat too. Now she remembered it, her pussy responded accordingly. “What a bloody fantastic dream” she thought, rubbing her thighs together as the image of the hard cock in her mouth came back to her.
Still a little pink from her blush, but also from this fresh arousal, lost in her own thoughts Emily hadn’t heard the movement behind her. So it was only when she heard a voice, “Excuse me, sorry to bother you…?” that she turned around. Thinking to herself, “Who knows me here?” she slowly turned in her chair as the rich, playful tones of a very masculine English voice penetrated her thoughts.
And there he was the man from her erotic dream, tall but not too tall, slim but not too slim, broad and muscular but not too muscular, tanned but not too tanned. Happy green eyes, full head of salt and pepper hair, a strong nose and a very kissable looking mouth. She knew he was talking to her but in her head she was thinking, “I wonder if his cock looks as good as the one in my dream?”
Finally turning to face him properly she saw he was wearing casual faded dark blue shorts, worn flip flops and a comfortable looking white linen shirt, sleeves partly rolled up. Her stomach gave a little flip as she realised she must have been staring at his shorts, at the satisfying bulge contained therein, and he had stopped talking. She felt there was a question hanging in the air that she’d missed, as his amused eyes looked questioningly into hers…
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Harry had first caught sight of the attractive looking blonde woman as he climbed the airplane steps right behind her. Her backside swayed in front of him enticingly but unfortunately she’d moved further down the cabin from his own seat. He saw her again as he popped his bag into the overhead compartment. “Wow” he thought, “what a beautiful woman, someone very lucky must be seeing her.”
He glimpsed her again as he retrieved his landing documents, she was reading a Kindle, blonde hair falling over her eye, with the hint of a smile on her mouth. “Must be a good book,” he thought little knowing the smile had been due to the sight of his strong arms stretching above him to the locker.
Taking a taxi to his resort where he was due to meet some friends in a few days, Harry pondered about the attractive woman he’d seen on his flight. Was she single? He hadn’t noticed a ring, but hadn’t actually looked. Where was she going? Was that a glimpse of black lace under her blouse? How would it feel with her lips pressed to his own? All this thinking had made Harry’s trousers uncomfortably tight and he shifted in his seat to move his semi-erect cock, hoping the driver hadn’t noticed.
He hadn’t realised that the taxi pulling up as he left the charming Thai receptionist contained the object of his thoughts. Safely in his room he set to washing the travel away from his toned body. Water beating down on him in the shower, his thoughts again returned to the blonde. More lustful now, his mind wandered to how she’d look naked under the warm spray, water dripping from the ends of her stiff nipples.
“I wonder if she likes her tits being felt, if she likes her nipples being sucked?” he contemplated as he felt the first stirrings of an erection, one of his favourite feelings. Harry had so many questions now, all about what the blonde woman would be like wet and slippery with him in the shower.
As he considered whether she loved giving head, or would rather be fucked immediately, he grasped his hard tool in his right hand. Fully erect now, hard as steel it stood proud of his body, jutting into his belly button, veins engorged along its length. Water and something else, something sticky dripped from the red shining head. “God that feels good,” he thought as his strong grip flew up and down his shaft. With his left hand he cupped and rolled his balls, imagining that it was one of her hands, imagining how she would make him cum.
As he imagined his stiffness penetrating her hot pussy he could feel his balls tighten, could sense the white hot river of sperm thundering up his cock. His grip tightened as he thought about spanking her delightful ass and the speed of his hand became a blur when he thought about shooting streams of his cum deep into her tight cunt. Then he had no thoughts at all just pure animal lust as he grunted and exploded sending a long stream of hot seed flying across the shower. Two more followed as he gasped for breath, slightly weaker, the last coating his hand, dripping slowly to the floor to be washed away by the now too hot shower. Cock still hard in his hand, chest heaving, smile in his eyes Harry thought what a joy it would be even to just shake the hand of that beautiful blonde for giving me such an awesome orgasm.
Little did Harry know that as he was grasping his stiff cock, wanking in the shower thinking of her, she, Emily had her fingers deep in her pussy, wanking in her sleep, only a few metres away, dreaming of that very same erection, both unknowingly responsible for each others powerful orgasms. And now here they were face to face, eyes searching each other, smiles on both their lips.
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The warm waters of the Gulf of Thailand lapped at Emily’s feet as she strolled along the beach, thinking about that encounter the previous evening. The man was hot, there was no doubt about it, he also seemed charming, a rare combination which she definitely enjoyed. He’d stumbled over his words, seemed a little unsure of himself but radiated a sexuality, which made his embarrassment all the hotter. At the time it was Emily who felt she should be embarrassed, as her dream flashed through her head and her eyes wrenched themselves away from his groin, yet here was this lovely looking guy, bumbling away and it seemed asking if he could shake her hand.
Despite her earlier fantasy and his obvious attractions, Emily wasn’t going to allow herself to be a pushover. No way, who the hell was this bloke? What were his motives? But despite her reservations, she was charmed so thought it could do no harm to take his hand.
Harry had plucked up a considerable amount of courage, some of it Dutch, after he’d noticed the object of his desire stroll very prettily into the large, outdoor bar. There was something about the swing of her dress that made him twitch in his pants. He’d watched her as she sat and called for a beer and he’d watched as she took her first sip, the cold liquid bringing a smile to her face. As she started to turn he rapidly looked away in case she caught him staring, which is precisely when she noticed him, turning away herself as her blush flushed her cheeks.
One last sip of his gin and tonic was enough for Harry, for many reasons he wanted to meet this woman, to amuse himself he wanted to shake her hand with the hand that had brought him so much pleasure just an hour or so earlier, but more than that he just wanted to be close to her, to breathe in her beauty, even if just for a moment.
It seemed obvious to him that a lovely looking woman wouldn’t be on her own, but maybe she’d grace him with a smile and he could smell her perfume, drink-in her eyes, admire her body and be happy. Plucking up his courage he walked around the bar, behind the blonde and tried to say hello. She wasn’t looking at him, in fact seemed distracted while in the meantime he was gibbering away like a semiliterate Hugh Grant, eventually mumbling something about the flight and the island and finally putting out his hand.
He felt like a fool but as she swung round in her seat, there was a gleam in the woman’s eye, she looked him up and down, mainly down he noticed, before looking straight back at him. Their hands met as their eyes stayed fixed on one another. After slightly too long the man croaked out,
“Hi, I’m Harry,” expecting a reply. Emily continued to look at him her cool hand enjoying the warmth of his masculine grasp. Instinctively though, Emily knew she had control of the situation. Yes he was hot, but just as obviously he was even more flustered than she was. Emily liked to play and was in a frisky mood, so now she started to toy with Harry.
“Do you make a habit of this?” she asked, a hint of steel in her voice.
Harry looked a little confused, tripping over his words once more,
“I’m sorry…I, I just thought…”
“Just thought, did you?” interrupted Emily, enjoying herself, “Just thought you could pick me up, did you?”
“No, no that’s not it,” stumbled Harry, his earlier courage seeping away, “I just recognised you from the flight, and…”
“And?” asked Emily with a raised eyebrow, “And thought that gave you the right to interrupt my evening?”
“Its just that…” Harry tried to respond.
“Just that you thought I was easy? Just that you wanted to get me drunk, just that you wanted to use me, just that you…” Emily’s roll call was interrupted as Harry began to recognise that she was toying with him.
“You don’t seem the sort of woman,” he said more confidently, starting to flirt, “that gets used. In fact I’d have you down as a user. But yes I do think it might be fun to get drunk with you.”
All this time their eyes had remained locked, seeing something in the other that each found highly attractive. Their handshake too hadn’t ended. A sexual tension was building. For a moment there was silence, just the buzz of the bar, Emily was first to break it,
“You better buy me a drink then,” her voice softer than before, “And by the way I’m Emily.”
With the ice broken, conversation flowed with the drinks as the attractive middle-aged couple got to know each other. With the laughter, there were looks into each other’s eyes, surreptitious glances at each other’s bodies and an understanding that the evening could go anywhere.
Harry desperately wanted to take the blonde into his arms, to feel her chest pressed into his, a chest that he had trouble looking away from, a chest that was the cause of growing concern in his underwear. Emily for her part couldn’t quite believe how wet her panties were, how just being close to this man was keeping her permanently turned-on. And while she was fully engaged with their flirting and laughing, one part of her was desperate to know if that bulge of his was as good as the cock she’d sucked in her dream.
At the same time, she kept telling herself, “I’m not that type of woman.” She didn’t come on holiday for romance, she came to read her book, relax and enjoy the sun. And she certainly wasn’t the sort who got picked up in a bar by a stranger and fucked him, despite what her pussy was telling her.
As both drained their glasses, Harry had a thought,
“Would you like to see the stars?” he asked. With that he stood up came around behind her and took hold of her chair. “Come on,” he said “they’re spectacular away from the lights.”
Emily’s heart skipped a beat and she could feel her resolve give a little as she stood up and felt that warm, weathered hand take her own, leading her outside to the beach.
Silently they walked, hand-in-hand along the shoreline, both hearts pounding.
“We’ll stop here.” Harry said quietly after they’d walked a few hundred metres. The lights of the resort were lightly twinkling in the distance but there was only a sliver of moon.
“Look up.” he said. As she did the overwhelming beauty of the universe hit her, the Milky Way in all its glory stretched, shimmering across the sky. All around were stars, upon stars, millions, maybe billions of pinpricks of light. Still holding hands Harry began to point out the constellations and planets. Southern Cross, Orions Belt, Venus and Mars.
“When’s your birthday?” he whispered quietly into her ear and then, when she responded pointed out and described her star sign, Libra.
At this point Emily’s resolve was nowhere to be seen. The water was lapping around her feet, toes comfortable in the soft sand, the breeze was cool and the air warm. Her hand was being held by a handsome man, on a dark night, surrounded by stars on a tropical island. So when he turned towards her, held her face in his hands, looked into her eyes and placed his lips on hers she responded, opening her mouth, tasting his tongue. As the kiss went on she wrapped her arms around Harry pulling him towards her. She pressed herself into him, hoping he’d be hard, hoping she’d feel his erection press into her stomach.
As she held him tight, Harry’s cock responded, it had been semi-hard all night, now it was at full attention, a hard rod between the two of them, only separated by the thin cotton of their clothes. The kiss broke, they looked into each other’s eyes then Emily grabbed the back of Harry’s head, gripping his hair and ravenously resumed. Their tongues locked and looped around each other and as they did so Harry’s hands moved down Emily’s body, slowly down her sides, just fluttering along the sides of her breasts, to her waist, her hips and firmly round to her bum, grabbing a buttock in each hand. He lifted Emily’s firm buttocks slightly and pressed himself into her, his hard-on creating ripples of pleasure in Emily’s soaking pussy.
Emily gasped a sigh of pleasure, however the tiny part of her brain not consumed by passion and lust started an internal argument. “What am I doing? I’m not that type of woman… Oh God but feel his cock. His hands are just right on me.”
One hand moved from Emily’s bum, it moved to her right breast, it started needing it, it scraped across her hard nipple. “Oh fuck I want this…no, no, no I can’t,” continued the internal argument. They were still kissing as Harry, emboldened by her passionate responses moved to undo a button.
It was that moment that suddenly saw Emily’s resolve return, the white angel of sobriety overcoming the red devil of passion in her head. Breaking the kiss and pushing Harry away, all she said was,
“Sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t Harry” as she rushed away into the night and back to her room.
Now on the same beach the morning after, her mind was consumed by wondering if she’d done the right thing. Indeed she wasn’t that sort of woman. But he seemed different to some bar room lothario after a quickie. She hadn’t slept very well, had regretted walking away, feeling foolish and embarrassed. All she could think about was how good it had all felt, his hands on her, his warm body pressed into her, his kissing, wow he could kiss and that hard cock. Her pussy was swollen and wet all night, but her own fingers couldn’t bring her the release she needed. There was an ache inside her, but what to do about it, especially now she’d walked away from the man that could relieve it?
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Lying on his sun lounger, cold drink beside him, Harry still didn’t know what to make of the previous evening. Of course he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want, but the signs seemed pretty clear. He still wanted Emily, had felt a connection with her and for God’s sake thinking of her was still making him hard this morning.
In just his swim shorts, Harry thought it wise to lay his book over his lap for a while; after all he didn’t want to be the cause of complaints. Then he saw her and the first thing that crossed his mind was, “I’m going to need a bigger book!”
Emily had made up her mind. Fuck this English reserve, on this occasion she was that kind of woman.
Returning from the beach she’d resolved to find Harry, find him and make him want her. Find him and fuck him till neither of them could walk. She wanted his hands caressing her, his body on top of her, his beautiful hard cock pounding her. Then when they’d done that she wanted to do it again. Ride him, suck him, feel his cum on her tits, his tongue on her clit, his hands on her nipples.
So the sight that greeted Harry, as he looked from his lounger was designed to impress. Emily looked like the classiest, sexiest, most desirable woman he’d ever seen. Hair blow dried to perfection, make up perfect, emphasising her sultry eyes and pert lips. A high necked sheer, semi-transparent, deep blue blouse barely concealed her bouncing breasts, nipples pressing firmly through the flimsy fabric. Tailored white shorts hugged the graceful curve of her bum. Nude coloured heels, raised and emphasised that same curvaceous ass, clicking across the tiles as she walked.
Underneath there was just one item of flimsy black lace. She’d thought long and hard about her panties; thong, boy short, bikini all rejected before selecting something sheer and lacy, cut like shorts but high on her bum and tight around her pussy. These were already soaked from the thought of what she was about to do.
She looked good and knew it, the few men around the pool and the sun bathing women all stared as she strode confidently towards Harry, stopping in front of him, legs apart, hands on hips. Looking hot and sexy, she removed her sunglasses and spoke low and sultry.
“Come with me, there’s something I have to give you,” she purred as she held out her hand for Harry to take.
There was no resistance on his part, taking her hand and being practically dragged, semi-hard as he watched her ass move and wondered what it was she wanted to give him. Moving quickly around the pool, past the bar and restaurant they soon arrived at her villa. Emily kicked the door open, wrenched Harry’s hand then pushed him inside. She could hear the beat of her own heart as she focused on her goal. Harry tried to speak, but got no further than opening his mouth which was quickly met by Emily’s lips. She kissed him hard and long, one hand behind his head, the other wasting no time to find his cock, rubbing him outside his swimmers.
In one movement Emily broke the kiss, ripped down Harry’s shorts and pushed him on the bed, which he hadn’t even seen behind him.
“This is what I want to give you.” she panted, taking hold of his hard penis, looking at it with longing for a moment before sliding her lips over the swollen head. As she lapped her tongue round his cock, stroking his shaft, she became lost in her task, bobbing up and down, licking, rubbing, feeling her own power, sensing Harry’s pleasure. Breaking contact for a moment, but continuing to wank his lovely cock, she looked up to see Harry panting hard a huge smile on his face, the muscles in his torso and legs tense as he tried to prolong the pleasure.
Smiling back with a feeling of utter debauched enjoyment, Emily returned to her task, licking all the way up his shaft then engulfing him again. Her free hand went to his balls, held them for a while, enjoying their warmth before sliding her fingers along his perineum massaging the hard root of his engorged manhood. Harry gasped, he couldn’t believe what was happening. He’d barely had time to think since she took his hand and now here was the most wonderful woman giving him an unbelievable blow job. He was gasping, trying not to come but her relentless pressure, the sucking, the licking, the stroking, the rubbing had him on the verge. He could feel the pressure start in his balls, feel the heat as his hot seed rose inside his cock. He could feel the tongue and the hands, he could see her lips and hair and knew despite his best efforts he was about to explode.
Emily sensed his imminent orgasm, thought for a moment about making him cum on her face, but decided she wanted to taste his sperm, wanted the hot seed exploding in her mouth and as she renewed her efforts she felt the swell in his cock head then the sudden burst of burning hot semen spraying into her cheeks, filling her mouth. “Fuck me, this is so much better than a dream” flashed through her mind as she continued to milk the last drop from his cock.
He was panting hard, sweat coating his body as he watched Emily look up, hand still wrapped round his member, obviously swallowing his sperm, a satisfied smile on her face. A small dribble had escaped from the corner of her mouth so with her index finger she delicately wiped it back through her full lips. It may have been at that moment that Harry thought, “I think I’m falling in love.” Or it may have been a moment later as she climbed up the bed saying,
“One of us has too many clothes on.”
Harry pulled her into him, kissing her hard, tasting his cum in her mouth and decided it was time to try and take a bit of control but feeling obliged to help her out of her clothing. He swiftly moved down her body, stark naked himself, cock still erect and shining from her saliva and his own sperm. Quickly he undid the button at the top of her shorts, slid the zip down and pulled them from her legs, revealing the soaking black lace of her panties. “Jesus what a fucking brilliant sight,” thought Harry. He could smell the intoxicating aroma of her sex and couldn’t help himself. With no preliminaries he plunged his face into her pussy, licking her wet slit bottom to top through the damp cotton. He looked up, Emily had somehow removed her blouse and was feeling her own breasts,
“Christ don’t stop,” she panted. Moving her panties to one side Harry revealed Emily’s bald pussy, engorged and pouting at him he had no choice but to lick her again, this time tasting her properly, feeling her swollen lips with his tongue. Her clit was hard standing proud. Harry kissed it, sucking it in very gently and heard Emily gasp and jerk. He flattened his tongue and licked round and round her clit. As he did so he found the entrance to her vagina with his index finger and slowly slid it inside. Her pussy was like a velvet furnace, so hot but so wet, her juices dripped along his fingers as he plunged in and out of her.
As he continued to lick and suck at Emily’s clit, Harry inserted a second finger into her pussy and set up a relentless rhythm; lick, slide in, suck, slide out, slowly increasing his pace as he became lost in her pussy, loving the feel of her soft, hot, wet folds, loving the taste of her dripping juices, loving how she was spread open under his mouth, loving her warm thighs around his head. He could hear small sounds coming from Emily, little whimpers and gasps, glancing up he saw one hand clutching a sheet, the other rolling a nipple in her fingers. “My God this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” he thought as his tongue and fingers continued their assault of Emily’s aching pussy.
Feeling her tits, rolling her nipples, Emily sent shocks of pleasure to her core, joining the waves of joy Harry was causing. She was desperate to cum, lost in the moment, her body a charged mass of erotic energy. She didn’t know what he was doing down there all she could feel was different pressures, different movements, then before she knew it he was licking her clit round and round again with just the right pressure in just the right place. She tensed, screwing her eyes up, waiting, charged for the release. Harry plunged his fingers deep into her, lashed her clit with his rasping tongue, he could tell she was on the verge.
With the most erotic sigh Emily exploded, the nerve endings in her pussy finally bursting with the light flashing endorphins straight to her brain. Clutching her thighs to Harry’s head she rode the wave, loving the feeling of heart warming, flesh tingling orgasm coursing through her body.
Managing to pull his head away from her throbbing pussy, Harry crawled up the bed as Emily continued to suck in air, a giant smile across her face, one arm flung over her head. Harry couldn’t remember being more turned on. She was wonderful, she made him feel so alive. He looked at her, breasts heaving, their taught nipples begging for his tongue, panties stretched away from her dripping pussy, legs spread, her shoes still on, eyes gleaming, chest rising and falling, and thought, “She might be the love of my life.”
Emily looked over at him, their faces close to each other,
“I’m still over dressed,” she whispered with a girlish giggle. She moved into him, to kiss him lightly on the mouth giving him an expectant look as if to say, “do I have to take these knickers off myself?” Harry scooted back down the bed and peeled her sticky panties from her legs, gently removing her shoes as he did so. He kissed his way from her painted toes, up her legs, kissing her calves, the insides of her knees, her thighs, making his way to the soft flesh between her legs where he quickly darted his tongue into her pussy again. Emily gasped and jumped, grabbed his head and pulled him up to her. Looking into his eyes,
“No more licking” she said “just fuck me.”
Harry had been painfully hard, despite his earlier orgasm ever since his mouth first touched Emily’s pussy so no further invitation was needed. Settling between her legs, looking down at her, he saw her legs wide open, knees raised. Her slick pussy was spread wide, revealing pink lips and a velvet entrance aching to be penetrated.
Holding his own cock as Emily watched him, he positioned it at the entrance to her pussy, sensing the heat coming from her, feeling the slick wet hole waiting to accept him. He pushed and she felt him enter her, felt his head open her up and felt every millimetre of thick cock fill her. Neither moved for a moment, enjoying each other’s flesh, the intense feeling that only a hard cock in a willing pussy can bring.
They looked deep into each others eyes as their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues tangling as Harry slowly withdrew, nearly all the way out. He’d thought to go slow, make love, but there was too much heat and passion between them and before he knew it he was fucking her as hard as he could. Emily was matching his movements as his turgid shaft plunged deep into her, Harry up on his arms, Emily hands behind her pushing against the headboard, she threw a pillow to the floor just as Harry lifted her legs above his shoulders, continuing his unrelenting rhythm but now reaching even deeper, his cock meeting her cervix. They both looked down at the same moment to watch the hottest sight, Harry’s long, hard cock gliding repeatedly in and out of Emily’s slick tight pussy.
Their eyes met in a lust filled smile,
“You filthy fucker,” panted Emily, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy and love as Harry’s hot cock thrust into her, this was turning into one of the best fuck’s ever.
Emily slipped her legs from Harry’s shoulders, to change the angle again, as she did so Harry ground his cock round in circles inside her, bringing new sensations and his pubic bone in contact with her sensitive clit, she gasped and smiled then wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, then they kissed with a deep tenderness that transcended their passion. For both of them this was a perfect moment, joined in so many ways, fucking but also loving.
Their kiss broke and as they came up for air both lovers had huge grins etched across their faces. Harry carried on thrusting, enjoying the feeling of this sensual woman taking his hard cock deep inside her, enjoying the way she so obviously loved their love making.
Emily released her legs from Harry’s waist and indicated she wanted to move. Reluctantly Harry withdrew from Emily’s pussy, feeling the loss the moment his swollen head slipped out, but within moments he was on his back, Emily looming over him her tight nipples grazing his chest as she reached down, took his cock and positioned it at the mouth of her waiting pussy.
She too had felt the emptiness when he withdrew so was desperate to get him back deep inside her. Smiling down at him Emily plunged down, sitting on him, his cock filling her up, their groins locked together. She sat up looking proud, happy and quite, quite filthy. As she began to ride his stiff member, Harry reached up. Somewhere in the back of his lust addled state he realised he hadn’t felt the pleasure of her perfect tits, now was the time. Holding a breast in each hand as Emily bounced up and down he began to circle a thumb around each of her hard nipples, sending shock waves into her pussy, bringing her even more pleasure.
“Use your palms,” she instructed. Harry never one to argue in a situation like this, repositioned his hands to bring his palms into contact with her hard nubs, rolling them gently around as Emily closed her eyes in pleasure. Emily was in erotic heaven, her pussy, clit and nipples were all in contact with this lovely man and he still looked fantastic, bringing her waves of joy in her heart as well as her cunt.
After a few minutes of grinding herself onto his hot cock, Emily got down on her elbows and kissed him, as she did so Harry took over the rhythm, fucking her from below. No words passed between them, just a look of lust and acknowledgement that neither wanted this to end. But Harry knew he wasn’t far away, this endless fuck couldn’t last. However he knew another change might prolong his eventual climax. As they continued to fuck he whispered in her ear,
“I want you…from behind,” barely able to get the words out as he panted harder with every drive of his cock.
“Come on then, fuck me” Emily practically shouted as she climbed off his cock and on to all fours, arse raised in the air. Harry scrambled behind her, his cock waving obscenely.
“Oh God, you’re lovely.” he exclaimed kissing each butt cheek and licking her engorged pussy before driving himself once more deep inside. He grabbed hold of her buttocks, spreading her cheeks as he thrust into her, getting even deeper into her pussy, even deeper into her body. In this position everything was tighter and each joyous thrust was bringing his climax one step closer.
Emily was loving this new angle, she could feel every tiny millimetre of his hard rod with each new thrust, building up the pleasure coursing through her body. Every so often she reached beneath herself to rub her clit, desperate to cum now she could sense Harry was getting close. Seeing this Harry reached around and took over, rolling his finger around her most sensitive spot as he pounded into her pussy, but he couldn’t last, the sensations in his cock, the beautiful eroticism of the moment, the endless pressure of her pussy milking his cock meant he would explode at any moment.
Not knowing if she was on the pill, his last thought of common sense kicked in,
“Where do you want me to cum?” he gasped.
“On my tits, cum on my tits,” Emily responded, rolling away. As Emily lay back on her back, legs parted the fingers on one hand playing with a sensitive nipple, the fingers on the other sliding around her clit, Harry kneeled over her, watching her masturbate as she watched him masturbate. His cock had never felt so hard in his hand and with a few rapid strokes a long stream of hot sperm exploded from the end of his swollen head. Harry gasped and grunted and at precisely the moment another sticky shot of sperm hit Emily’s chest, she too gasped, panting as she felt the sparks of her orgasm hit her.
Both lovers were gasping for air, eyes screwed tight shut as they rode the waves of their orgasm, and as they opened them their mouths met in the deepest of passionate kisses, their sweat and his sperm sliding between them as they kissed hard and long.
Finally and reluctantly Harry flopped on his back, laughing.
“Whats so funny?” Emily asked feeling a bit disconcerted.
“I’m just so fucking happy,” he said “I always laugh when I’m happy.”
A smile returned to Emily’s face, “I am too” she whispered as she snuggled into his arms, wishing this holiday would never end.