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The Tourist

By: ChristinaSophia



I saw no point in denying it any longer: I was lost. Or, to be more exact, my travelling buddy, Boone, was lost; I had most of the maps, and we had been separated in this alien city for nearly three hours.

The easiest thing to do when you lose a person is to go back to where you last saw them and wait. So I had been waiting on the steps of the museum and, of course, had seen no sign of Boone. I was starting to get annoyed- thoughts racing through my mind, knowing that Boone was probably just caught up with some other cute tourist- when I saw a flash of lightening across the dark clouds overhead. Just as suddenly, it began to rain, heavily.

I grabbed my backpack and the maps and ran from the steps.

- -

The bell tinkled as the door opened. I didn't look up. As the door slowly swung shut again, I heard the sounds of the city spinning around the café, out in the storm. It was getting too noisy to read, but I didn't want to leave and head into the rain.

A heavy rucksack landed near me and I looked up to see its owner: a man, maybe 6ft tall, smiling stupidly through the dripping-wet lengths of brown hair that fell limply across his tanned face. I watched as a droplet of water trickled off a strand of his hair and onto the bridge of his nose. It travelled down, merging with the other water, and dripped off the end of his nose. He didn't seem to notice.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, motioning to the empty chair beside me.

"I guess," I said quietly, and then- half expecting him to shake the water off like a stray dog- added, "there's napkins on the counter. Dry yourself off."

He nodded and walked away, returning a moment later with a tall, steaming cup- some drink with cream on the top. He already looked a bit drier, but not much better. He smiled at me as he set the cup down on the table. I rolled my eyes disdainfully; why do I attract the creeps?

- -

"So what are you reading?" I asked, trying to be friendly. Pouting, the woman merely raised the book for me to read the title on the cover.

I looked straight over the book at her, but nodded knowingly. The long curls of hair from her twin pigtails fell down over her full breasts, some strands falling between her breasts and into her low-cut top. I could see springs of pink amongst the dark hair.

I tried to look up from her breasts, wondering if she had noticed. She looked back at me through her dark-framed glasses, fluttered her eyelashes, and again pouted her dark lips.

I smiled nervously. I could feel my cock twitch, already half-erect. I let my hand slip from my lap, closer to the bulge beneath the tabletop, and ran my thumb over my crotch.

- -

I sighed and folded the book around its marker, setting it to one side. I thought I may as well give up without a fight, and leave as soon as the rain stopped. "So you're travelling...?"

He nodded, sipping his drink. "All over."

"Alone?" I asked.

"No, no. I lost my friend. He's probably just got distracted. Simple things please simple minds, and all that. I figured I'd just sit by and wait for him here." I nodded and the stranger continued, "We've been on the road nearly two months now. It's pretty good, but I can't get used to the weather just here."

"It takes a while," I agreed.

"So you're local, or another traveller?"

"Fairly local. I just finished my shift," reluctantly raising the apron I had shrugged off from where I had stashed it on the next chair.

"Oh, you work here!" The revelation seemed to stun him then for a moment. I looked at him for a moment; maybe he wasn't too bad. A bit too harmless, perhaps, like this travelling of his was the most excitement he had ever seen. I could change that, educate him.

- -

She smiled to herself. Her whole face changed. She looked suddenly the way a predator looks over its next meal and I shuddered. "So..." And yet it was hot. "...I'm John."

"Molly," she said, holding out her slender hand. We shook and I could feel myself twitch again, just at the slight contact.

"Molly," I repeated. "Nice name. So what are you into?" She rolled the question around inside of her for a moment, wondering how to answer. Her lips went to form a pout, but then curled back again into the eerie smile.

"A lot."

"Right." I drank some more coffee. She was one of the sexiest people I had ever seen, but just sitting next to her scared me. There was something uncontrollable, I could feel it crouching inside her, just behind her pout, and the look across her face like every second she was considering what move she would be making ten minutes from now- knowing.

Molly leaned over a little. Her breasts leaned over to me. I looked back up. "I tie people up."

- -

And why not? If this wasn't going to get any more interesting, it would only turn more sour; I was somewhere teetering between boredom and enthusiasm, and if I pushed things I knew he would either leave me alone or make the whole situation worth my effort.

John licked his lips slowly and took another sip of his drink. A moment passed and I was starting to wonder which was more likely: he had not heard me, or he wished he had not heard me. Then he spoke, slowly, the words trickling out of him like hot wax.

"With ropes?"

"All sorts of things," I said."

He nodded and took another drink. Maybe he was interested. It was hard to tell.

I looked over him again. Now he had shrugged off his thick coat, I could see his shape was slender and strong, and his hair was drying out in small curls. He ran his fingers through his hair and it all bounced back to the same place. His grey eyes watched me, waiting for a signal or a sign, trying to denote if I was joking or not.

I wanted to yell "Boo!"

He began to smirk, and then laugh. "You're kidding. Good one, that was real good!"

- -

Molly was still smiling, watching me closely. "That's real funny," I said, draining the last of my drink. My dick wanted her to be honest. My dick wanted her to jump me. I knew better.

She watched as I stood up and put on my coat. Once I had lifted my backpack onto my shoulders, I looked at her. She was still smiling. "If you wanted me to go, you should just say so. You know, if you wanted to be on your own."

I walked away through the door and stood again in the rain, trying to catch a taxi. My hair again began to sink over my eyes and the warmth the drink had brought me was wearing off, but somehow my erection wasn't fading.

"I could show you," a voice said from behind me. I didn't turn. She raised an umbrella over me as a cab pulled up. I was glad to have finally got a taxi, an escape.

"Could you?" I asked. One part of me wanted to split and run, get away from Molly, and another part sent thoughts shivering through me of her trying me up. I tried to shake it off and climbed in the taxi.

- -

He didn't look at me as he got in. He swung the door shut. As he leaned over to tell the driver where to go, I swung open the door and climbed into the backseat beside him. I barked my address at the driver and John, who could not bring himself to argue or agree, sank back into his seat.

Looking over at me, his face again distorted as he tried to figure out whether or not I was joking with him. I barely turned to him. My hand slid up onto his leg and across to his crotch. He gasped and I could tell that he wanted to believe me, or wanted to find out.

Leaning in, I kissed his lips. Nervous at first, he kissed back gently. I pushed him, parting his lips with my tongue and sliding it into his warm mouth.

Coffee. He'd drunk coffee. I could taste it as I explored his mouth. He arched himself upward in the seat, pressing himself into my hand. His dick felt hard and stubborn, pressing the zip of his jeans into my palm.

As we kissed, he moved his hand over my side and along me. When he reached my breast, I silently took his hand off me. He pulled away from me, frowning. "What's wrong?" he asked.

I again leaned toward him, but slid past his face, feeling his stubble against my cheek. I leaned around him, squeezing his dick, and whispered into his ear, "You can't touch me if you want to be tied up."

- -

Her tongue slid into my ear and I groaned. I could see the driver watching us in the rear-view mirror and didn't care. My eyes shuddered to closure as I could feel her run her tongue around my earlobe. Suddenly, she bit me there, pulling my ear down until it slipped from the grip of her teeth. I could feel her lean away from me as she looked out through the back window of the taxi. "Close your eyes," she ordered.

I felt her hand slide into my pocket and she grabbed some change, paying the driver. She stuck the rest back in my trousers and then took my hand. She pulled me out of the taxi, my eyes closed, and handed me my bag.

Tying something around my eyes as I stood on the street, she could have led me anywhere, and I probably would have followed. She took my wrist again and pulled me along. I could hardly tell what direction we were going and she only gave vague warnings, like "Stairs".

We stopped. A door swung shut behind me. I heard her back drop to the floor, her keys hit some surface, and she told me briskly to leave my bag there.

"And your coat," she added. I unzipped it, and fumbled around, trying to find my bag to lay it on. I stood again. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Where the hell was I?

"So is this your apartment or-?"

"And your shoes. Take them off."

Her voice was more distant now and I strained to hear her moving about. I heard a clink, a floorboard creek, and some other indistinct noises. The building was mostly silent. I knelt and undid my shoes, slipping them off, and stood, shaking nervously.

Molly grabbed my trousers harshly, pulling the button undone and unzipping them. She slid her cold hand down, under the elastic of my boxer shorts, and groped my cock. As I tried to squirm away from her cold touch, she gripped me more firmly and wrapped an arm around my back, pulling me towards her.

She didn't say anything about my dick. I never decided if this made me more nervous or excited. "Take off your shirt," she said, so I did, and let it drop to the floor with my other possessions.

- -

John seemed to be shaking. I squeezed him harder. His lips parted in a soft moan, his face struggling with the feelings. I would not stroke him yet. I wanted to see what I could do.

My fingernail touched his chest just in the fine hairs between his nipples, and as I slid it down over him his nipples hardened. I stopped at his navel, circling my finger there for a moment. I could feel his pulse in my hand.

"You are eager." He nodded, brisk with nervous. "Did you see the skirt I was wearing?" He nodded again. "Short, isn't it? –Try and answer properly."

"Yes," he managed.

"I never wear panties." John moaned at this, pushing himself in my grip. I let go.

"That is cheating."

He frowned, more from the struggle of his feelings than from confusion, desperate as he was to be touched. "I- I- I'm sorry."

I tutted. Grabbing his wrist, I pulled him farther into the apartment. I was no amateur, and suspended from the ceiling in the centre of my bedroom was a chain with handcuffs attached. Sill with my heels on, I was only a little shorter than John, and had to strain to reach over our heads and handcuff his wrists there. The handcuffs clicked into place, perhaps a little looser than I would usually allow, so that they would not dig in his wrists more than I wanted them to.

Sliding my fingers under the waistband of his underwear, I pulled his trousers and boxers down together. "Step out," I ordered, and he immediately raised his left leg, shaking it free of the garments. Then his right. I tossed the clothes across the room and looked up. His dick had reared itself out of its restraints. As I stood, I blew lightly on the tip and he bucked his hips forward, longing for something more.

- -

I felt her nails catch my cheeks slightly as she took the blindfold and pulled it down, over my face, so it rested around my neck. I blinked in the light of my surroundings. Candles were lit on most of the surfaces that I could see, giving some illumination to the dim walls. Directly in front of me was a bed. Molly had left again.

Something pushed at my ass cheek. "This is my friend," Molly whispered in my ear. As she ran this item over my lower back and ass, she reached an arm around me and played her fingers lightly through my pubic hair. I knew that her 'friend' must be some toy and I swallowed hard, wondering what she was going to do to me.

Stepping away again, Molly left me suspended there and stepped back into my line of sight. She was still fully clothed and smiled at me once more, as if eyeing her prey. Her teeth glinted like sharp daggers in the half-light, and she edged her way backward to the bed. Positioning herself there with her back nestled in all the pillows, she slowly parted her legs and I could see that she was shaved.

I groaned again and she laughed at me. Her eyes fixed on me, she slid her hand over her leg and underneath her skirt. Her slim fingers circled around and then slipped inside. The wetness of her glinted at me and, as she began to finger-fuck herself, she moaned slightly and sank back into the bed.

I had never been teased like this. She knew what she was doing, somehow pleasing herself perfectly so that I could see. My hips were shifting back and forth, pushing against the air. The handcuffs above me dug into my wrists, but I wanted to tear them away and have her.

Slowly she moved her fingers away. Her hand groped over the bedsheets and found what it was searching for. She grabbed and lifted up the toy, the friend she had had earlier. Parting her labia with one hand, she took the dildo in the other and took it inside herself.

- -

I watched him struggle and groan; that was half my orgasm, watching him. He pulled forward against the restraints as I fucked myself with the dildo, and as I came I could see him bite his lip.

I took the dildo and set it, end up, on the cabinet by my bed. I looked at him for a moment. He still looked lost. Pulling my hair back and tossing it over my shoulders, I knelt up on the bed and unzipped my top along the front. I slipped it off and John then seemed fixated on my breasts. Unclipping the bra, I threw it at him, and he watched it land at his feet.

Still in my skirt, stockings and heels, I walked back to him and began to unclip the handcuffs. I could see the relief wash over his face, but then he realised that I had unclipped them only from the chain above, and not from him.

I grabbed the handcuffs and led him by them to the bed. As I pushed him down onto the sheets, I looked down and asked, "What do you want the most?"

He seemed stunned by the question, and was quiet for a moment. I took this moment and tied a scarf around his mouth, keeping his silence. He blinked, stunned, and tried to talk through the scarf. Hearing only moans, I carried on and leaned over him, my breast looming over his face as I attached the handcuffs in turn to the bedposts above him.

Again taking a scarf from over the head of the bed, I wrapped its length twice over his eyes before tying it. The knot was between his eyes and I knew he wouldn't be able to see a thing. I took a condom from the box on the cabinet and, ripping away the wrapped with my teeth, rolled it quickly over him.

- -

She sat on me quickly and I could feel the heels of her shoes against my legs. The outside of her pussy pushed my dick against me, and she shifted slightly over the feel of it. I felt her fingertips run over my chest, my sides, and through the hair that led to my pubes. Raising herself slightly, she let her fingers trace that line down to my crotch and took hold of my dick, guiding it.

I was helpless.

- -

As I pushed down, he thrust his hips up into me. I edged my skirt a little farther up as we shifted around each other and sat fully on his length. He felt great and as I fucked him, all he could do was moan against the gag and make those sweet, subtle movements under me.

- -

I wanted to tell her that I was about to cum. I had been struggling so long to contain myself. I strained against the restraints, pushing myself into Molly. Her moans had grown to screams and I knew she must be about to cum.

The idea- the idea of Molly cumming- drove me wilder and I knew I couldn't wait.

- -

I watched as his cock twitched, spurting the last of his cum. Slowly I leaned over him, edging forward with my legs straddling his torso. I raised the blindfold slowly from his eyes. He blinked and then, slowly, focused on me. His eyes were wide and startled, and I knew then that he hadn't expected this.

"What?" I said, undeterred. "Next time I won't be gentle!"

He'd get used to it.

- - -

I wrote this for a friend of mine; hope he likes it. If you readers like it, let me know. Thanks for reading.

~ ChristinaSophia ~

The Tourist



My name is Jacques, but most people call me Jack, and being a tour guide in Old Quebec never had any advantages, until now. Quebec is a city everybody should visit once in their lives, not just for the following reason.

My latest group of tourists had the usual blend of older folks, families and college students. As I scanned the group before introducing myself I noticed a striking brunette standing in the back of the group. She locked eyes with me, and I froze like a deer in bright light. I was aroused from my gaze by one of the older women in the group who asked when we were going to start the tour. I began our walking tour; talking about the local area being founded by the French in the 1600's and I kept finding myself gazing to the back at the brunette I'd seen earlier. Most often I caught her gazing around, drinking in the sights and sounds of the city. Sometimes she seemed intent on my tour. After so many I tended to run on, as if on tape. 

We started through the small side streets in the upper city, with the artists worked on their paintings and sketches. The small outdoor cafes offered up their fare, and I decided to call a break for lunch at one alley full of cafes, shops and artist booths. As the people broke up I looked back to find the lady I had spied earlier was missing in the crowd. I poked my head into one of the cafes to get a cup of coffee from Lou, the owner. He likes the fact that I break up the tour in front of his shop at lunch time. I haven't bought a cup of coffee in a year. 

I walked out to see if I could find my lovely traveler among the people. I wandered around only to find my group had dispersed, one lady was asking an artist how much a sketch he'd done would cost ever so slowly as if he didn't understand English. I find that humorous because Canadians have to learn English in school. It only feels like you've traveled to Europe when you're here. As I walked down the alley I noticed my dark eyed beauty sitting for a sketch artist. I walked up behind the artist, and saw her hand sweeping back and forth across the paper making marks and sweeping her fingers through the marks as she filled in the face. I smiled as the subject looked up at me carefully so as not to move for the artist. The artist picked up a different color and filled in the dark violet of her lips and eye shadow. A highlight up her cheeks and a few rubs to smooth it out. In a matter of minutes a terrific portrait of the eye-catching beauty was finished. 

"Tout fini", the artist said. 

"Combien coûte-t-il?" To my surprise the lady asked the artist in French.

They settled on a price and the artist covered the print with tissue paper and bagged it for her. As she got up I asked her if she was from Quebec. She said, "No, I'm from New York actually." I asked her if she was interested in some lunch, and she smiled and asked if I always hit on women in the group. Nonplussed I replied, "Only the truly stunning ones." She had the grace to blush. I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Alyssa.

I walked her down the alley into a small square where there was a small stone cottage right from out of history. She looked around and asked where I was taking her, and I showed her the cottage. 

She lifted an eyebrow to me, "Your place?"

I laughed and said, "No, Les Vieux Canadiens is an 18th century replica restaurant. It's very authentic." 

We walked in, and the hostess was dressed in period costume, and led us to a small table in front of a fireplace which wasn't lit, as it was a warm spring day. She looked at the menu and asked about some of the dishes. I recommended a few, and ordered the same. After a little light conversation I found she was a book editor from New York on vacation and wanted a foreign feel, without the foreign price tag. I laughed because she came to the right place. 

After lunch, I paid the check and we left and I took a different alley as she looped her free arm inside mine as we walked. We came back to the area where I left the group and, in an odd behavior common among tourists, they had recollected into a group by themselves. Alyssa rejoined the group and I got their attention as we moved on with the tour. A few hours later we were back at the start on the boardwalk. People were starting do disperse and others were thanking me for a nice day, as I tried to find my way to Alyssa. I began to look around in earnest only to turn and find her standing behind me. 

She had a little smirk on her face, "Looking for someone?" It was my turn to blush. "How does one find the nightlife in Quebec?" she asked. 

I told her if she would like I could give her the insiders tour, and asked her where she was staying. She turned and pointed at a little bed and breakfast across the park. 

"Pick me up at 8?" She said as she smiled.

I headed back to my apartment and changed into something a little more appropriate for a night out. I found myself remembering her remark, actually I don't usually mix business with pleasure, but then she isn't the average tourist.

I entered the lobby of the B&B only to realize I didn't know which room or Alyssa's last name. The lady at the desk looked up at me, and said, 

"Your lady will be right down Monsieur." 

I was surprised; I didn't expect to be expected. A few minutes later Alyssa appeared at the top of the stairs she was wearing a burgundy dress that hugged her every curve. Her hair had been brushed out and pinned back, and she had a jacket over her arm. I'm not sure if my mouth was hanging open, but it should have been. She descended slowly, or maybe it was I who was caught in a time warp. She was beautiful beyond expectation. I found myself looking at her, she was in front of me now, and I realized much to my chagrin that I was caught staring.

She blushed, and took my arm as I offered, and we walked out into the cool evening. We hadn't made it a few steps and she offered her coat to me, and I held it for her to don. 

"So where is it you're taking me?" she asked. 

I told her that I thought dinner at the Chateau Frontenac might be a nice start and then there's a club that I know of called Le Club Aviatic, the Aviator's Club. As we walk you could see the horse-drawn calèches plying the cobbled streets of the old city. After an incredible dinner, wine, and conversation I felt that I had become lost in Alyssa's charm. I realized that I didn't mind either.

We walked out of the Chateau and I walked over to a calèche driver and asked him for a ride over to the club, he agreed with a nod. I helped her up into the carriage and joined her. As soon as I sat, the driver flicked the reins and we were moving through the streets of old Quebec. I looked at Alyssa and she moved closer, and I found myself falling into her, leaning towards her as she moved to me, and our lips met softly but urgently. 

As she pulled back she looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you for dinner, and a wonderful evening." As if timed perfectly the carriage came to a stop outside the club. I helped her down from the carriage and paid the driver. 

We approached the club two doormen dressed in WWII air corps uniforms opened the doors for us. We entered the club and we felt as if we we're walking back in time, the entire place was decked out like a fortified WWII airfield bunker. Sandbags stacked up the walls, and there were photographs of pilots sitting on their planes and airfields. Posters of the era adorn the walls, as well as propeller or two. Wafting from up from the dance hall can be heard some of the best music ever created, Big Band swing. I looked over to see a grin on Alyssa's face. Bingo, I hit it right on!

The host, dressed in uniform, found us a table and before she knew it I had Alyssa by the hand and out on the dance floor. We cut a rug, and by the smiles and laughing I could tell Alyssa was having a great time. We danced for hours, as the night began to wind down they began playing slower music. We danced without saying a word, at times staring into each others eyes, others with her head pressed against my chest, and my cheek resting in her soft hair. 

As the band played their last number, she looked up at me, and tilted her head towards the door with a knowing look. I got her coat, and we left. Luckily it's a popular place so there was a fleet of taxis waiting outside. I grabbed a cab and told the driver the address, and asked him to take the scenic route through the Citadel. Alyssa snuggled up to me. 

"I don't remember ever having that much fun in my life..." she amended "with my clothes on anyway." 

I had to laugh. She smiled at me, and kissed me deeply. She shivered slightly, so I wrapped my arm around her, and she melted into my side like she'd always been there. The lights of Lévis, and Bas-Ville came into view from the top of the battlements as we slowly wound down the curving road to her hotel. When we stopped, she gave a short sideways nod to the driver, silently telling me to "pay the man, you won't need him any more tonight." 

We got out, and rather than walk to the door, she began walking down to the boardwalk just a few doors down the street. I let her lead the way, as I wrapped my arm around her waist, as she did the same to me. She walked us to the rail looking over Bas-Ville, the lights twinkling, the ferries plying their way across the seaway. A cool breeze played up the hill and blew strands of her hair around her face. 

"This vacation is turning out to be more than I expected." She said. 

I began stroking her back and she arched like a cat pushing into my rubbing hand. She leaned over and kissed me, and flipped her hips forward so my hand slid further down in a single motion. I now was massaging her taught ass through the silky film of her dress. She turned to me placing a hand on my chest as we continued to kiss, her other hand sliding down my torso, hidden from view between us. She reached down and began massaging my cock through my pants as I massaged her ass, and slipped my other hand up inside her jacket to cup her breast. The sound of footsteps and a small matronly cough roused us from our passion, I smiled down at her and she blushed and pursed her lips with a little grin. I slid my hand to more neutral territory and she turned and began to walk back the way we came. 

We walked towards the hotel, and as we passed a narrow alley between two buildings I felt her pause and look down the gap. I don't know what she was looking for, but she stepped into the darkness startling me I followed her quickly. 

Alyssa had only gone in a few steps and stopped and turned. She reached out and took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, and once locked in embrace, she moved her hands to my fly, unzipping it, and letting my cock out into the cool night air. She stroked it ever so softly as it hardened in her hands. She put her hand on my chest, and I began to hear rustling of her dress, as I felt her leg brush against mine. She broke our embrace and squatted down and began kissing the tip of my cock, licking it with short strokes, the warmth of her mouth and the cool of the air heightened the sensation. She licked up and down my shaft getting me harder, as if that were possible. She began swallowing the head of my cock, and slowly taking more of me in. I began to meet her thrust for thrust, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, when she began pinching the underside of my cock and slowing down. It took the edge off, so that I didn't cum but I surely wanted to. 

She stood up and in the darkness I could see her outline turn to the wall, and lean forward.

"Please fuck me," she whispered.

Being the gentleman that I am, I couldn't refuse the lady. I reached down and lifted the hem of her dress to find that she wasn't wearing panties, just a garter belt and stockings. The smooth pale skin of her ass shown in the low light like a beacon, quivering with anticipation as I moved forward, parted her soaking lips and slid into her tight pussy. She let out a soft sigh and leaned forward slightly pushing back against me and I found her rhythm. We started off slowly but there was no denying our hunger as we began to move franticly, I couldn't hold out any longer as I pushed into her harder she began to let out little yelps into the sleeve of her jacket. She began to orgasm, and I couldn't hold back, and began to cum deep inside her. We seemed frozen in place for an eternity as our bodies melted slowly, relaxing from our climax. As I caught my breath I leaned back to the other wall, and my cock sprang free from Alyssa's pussy. She turned holding the wall as if she couldn't stand without its help. I stood with my knees locked, and legs shaking because of the intensity of it all. The cool air against my soft, wet cock reminded me where we were, and I reached down and tucked myself back in. 

Alyssa was pushing away from the wall, and shaking her hair out, and straightening her dress and flattening out the wrinkles with her hands. She looked up at me, and I could make out the glint in her eye even in the low light. We weren't close to being done yet. She took my hand, and led me from the alley, peeking out in both directions before we emerged. She pulled me along to her hotel, almost urgently. As we entered the small lobby the lady at the desk looked up at us over her small reading glasses, and recognizing Alyssa, looked back down to her desk. Rather than go towards the stairs she led me down a small hallway and opened a door. Inside wasn't a room, but a small elevator. She pulled the gate and pulled me inside. After closing the door and pulling the gate she pressed a well worn button on the panel, and turned to me, drawing me willingly to her lips. She pulled me into her embrace as she bit on my lower lip as if sucking the life out of me. When the little elevator reached our destination she broke our embrace, pulled back the gate and let us out into a small wood paneled hallway. She led me to a door, and produced a key and entered pulling me in behind her. 

It was a small yet lavishly decorated room in 18th century style with a carved wood four-poster bed and over stuffed chairs. Alyssa tossed her coat over a chair, and kicked off her shoes, I found her hands behind my head drawing me down as if to drink from her like a fountain. I was lost as my hands explored her body, and hers mine. I felt her pushing my jacket off my shoulders and onto the floor. She tugged at my tie to remove it, yanking it off and dropping it on the floor. With surprising strength she tugged open my shirt; and I heard a few buttons go flying. She began kissing her way down my chest, licking my nipples which brought my cock to life instantly. She began undoing my belt, and slacks in an effort to get inside. I more than willingly obliged. I stepped free as naked as the day I was born staring at Alyssa as she tilted her head down slightly looking at what she had caused, a slight smirk came across those full violet lips as she reached an arm behind her, and slowly lowered it with the sound of a zipper slowly following. 

Her dress fell slack but remained on, and she rolled her shoulders forward, releasing it and letting it slide down her exquisite curves into a puddle on the floor. I stood appreciating her long neck and smooth white skin sloping gently to the swell of her beautiful breasts topped with pink nipples. They looked like strawberries on a mound of whipped cream, and I knew that I had to have them. My eyes scanned down to see her taught stomach give way to a small patch of neatly trimmed hair. 

She took my hand and led me to the bed, and pushed slightly on my chest to have me lay down first but she stayed standing. She bent down and unbuttoned the front of the garter from one stocking, then the other, and reached around behind her, and undid the belt, letting it fall from her fingers. She lifted one stockinged foot to the edge of the mattress, which was high and I watched as she slowly pushed the stocking off, stroking her thigh as it slid down ever so slowly to her calf, pushing it to her ankle as she lifted her heel to remove it. I unwittingly had begun stroking my cock at the site, and she reached over and pulled my hand away yet offering my cock no relief in the process. Looking me in the eye, she shook her head as if to say, "no you don't, that's mine." 

She took my hand and began wrapping her stocking around my wrist and tying it in a knot. My surprise must have shown on my face, and she put her finger across my lips to silence me as I began to protest. She reached back taking my arm with her as she began tying my arm to the bed post. She walked around to the other side of the bed, and repeated the slow removal of her stocking, tying my wrist, and tying it to the bedpost. I was now completely helpless in the hands of this incredibly gorgeous woman.  

She reached up and pulled out the pin holding her hair up, and let it fall around her shoulders, and down her back, shaking it free like a lions mane. She walked to the end of the bed, and climbed on, pushing my legs apart as she crawled on all fours up to my hard cock. She flipped her hair back over her shoulder, grinned at me, and began licking the inside of my thigh slowly working her way up to my balls. I gasped as my cock throbbed, looking for relief. She worked her tongue all around my balls, licking them, and sometimes taking them into her mouth and nibbling on them with her lips. She was driving me crazy, and she knew it. She put her tongue to the base of my cock and licked it slowly to the head. She had such an evil grin I thought she was the devil incarnate. She let my cock slide up her cheek as she slid down again, and licked up the side from the base. I began to tell her that I wasn't going to last.

She puckered her lips and crossed them with a finger and said, "Ssssshhhh."

I laid my head back on the pillow and I nearly begged for release as this she-devil licked my cock excruciatingly slow. I thought it was never going to end until I felt her lips envelop the head of my cock kissing it and letting her tongue lick up the pre-cum that had leaked out. As if she were starving she began licking faster, bobbing her head down, taking more of me into her mouth, licking all the way. I began to pump my hips up to meet her, and she seemed to open her throat to take me all the way with long deep strokes. I could only hold out for a few minutes of this incredible blow job, and I grunted a warning that I was about to cum. She never slowed her pace, but pushed my cock down her throat as far as she could as I exploded in a torrent of cum. She swallowed, and swallowed, taking in every drop. After swallowing a load that I thought would drown her, she began licking off my cock like an ice cream cone. 

After an orgasm that I thought would surely be the end of me, I realized I was still hard as a rock. Alyssa straightened up on her knees, and licked her finger, and proceeded to stroke her swollen clit, and slipped her finger inside her pussy. She moved up and straddled my waist, and leaned down setting one of those swollen red nipples in front of my waiting lips. With her fingers still working in and out of her pussy I began sucking her nipple, taking it between my teeth as I licked the tip of it. Thrashing that nipple performing a little mini torture of my own, she began to moan slightly sitting up popping the nipple from my mouth. She leaned back slightly, as my cock nestled into the crack of her ass. She stroked it up and down slightly and scooted back a little more. She sat bolt upright, and reached down with her free hand to grasp my cock and place it at her lips as she pulled them open with her other hand, and pushed my cock into her. I still only had the tip in as I began to arch, she pushed my hips back down. She paused there, massaging her lips with my cock. She looked deep into my eyes, seeing the animal passion; she slipped her knees outward sliding down my cock until it was buried in her to the hilt. 




The Tourist



She moaned out loudly, and threw her head back, as she reached behind her for balance. Alyssa got her balance back and leaned forward sliding up my cock, and sliding back down, in a slow steady rhythm. I could feel the slippery heat, as I thrust up to meet her. She was massaging her clit, and letting out low guttural moans, her head lolling back and forth her eyes pressed tightly shut. My wrists were burning now, as I had all I could do not to tear the posts off the bed to get my hands on her ass so that I could drive into her with all my might. She kept the pace where she wanted it leaving me along for the incredible ride. She looked into my eyes, with half open eyes, and winked. 

She stopped moving, and licked her finger, sucking on it, getting it as wet as possible. She leaned forward and reached around behind her and began stroking the pucker of her ass. I could feel her slip the finger into her ass. She stroked slowly, and I could feel her opening up relaxing herself. She lifted herself off of my cock and pulling her finger free, grasped my cock, and aligned it with her ass, slowly pushing me in. She moved slowly, relaxing her ass around my swollen cock rocking back and forth gently as she took more of my cock up her ass. Her strokes were lengthening as I began to slowly lift my hips; the incredible sensation of her tight little ass slipping up and down my cock was putting me over the top once again. She stroked her clit, this time quickening the pace as her moans got louder, and her strokes got longer taking me all the way into her ass. She pushed her fingers into her pussy as she thumbed her clit and rode me harder, pounding into her ass, as she began to cry out, spasms racking her body. It was all I could take as I pushed into her blowing another load. She was still moaning as she slowed down, cum leaking out of her around my cock. She collapsed on top of me gasping. 

I felt my cock finally shrinking and it popped free from her, and I felt cum dripping on it from her ass. She sat up glistening with sweat, and got off of me, and went to the bathroom albeit shakily. I heard the water running and a few minutes later she padded her way back with a washcloth in one hand, and a towel in the other. She proceeded to wash my chafed cock off gently and dry it off carefully. She padded back to the bathroom, and I heard water running again. A few minutes later she came back turning the bathroom light off behind her. She reached up and untied my wrist, and walked around and untied the other and climbed into bed with me, and cuddled up to my now spent body. 

With a deep sigh, and a satisfied smirk she put her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes and dozed off. Wondering if this just really happened to me, I wrapped my arm around her and nodded off to sleep myself.

Breakfast is another story...



The Tourist



Here I was. Logan Vermont. Smart, successful and not bad looking. Married with two wonderful children of 22 and 23, who had started to live their own life now. 

Married, yes. My wife was wonderful. Earlier in our marriage, we had naughty fun whenever possible. We loved every second of our life and we made love whenever we had a second just for us. But somewhere on the road of life, between having children and their education, we lost something, our passion, our desire, us.

Now I asked myself "Is this the life you wanted to lead?" 

Sure, I was happy, but something was missing. I wanted to get back the desire I once had, the passion, even if it was just for one more time. 

I had to travel a lot for my business and I had been thinking of it more and more lately. This might be my chance.

It was at the forefront of my mind these last few days, then suddenly it came to me. The more I thought about it, the more the temptation grew so... I did it! I made an advert!

"Man, 47 is seeking a woman aged between 35 and 55, Are you satisfied with your life? Do you dream of breaking out for few days from your daily life? I intend to spend some days in a nice hotel and invite you to join me for some nice times, some relaxation, a nice dinner and perhaps erotic fun if the mood takes us. We can dance to the romance of musicians playing just for us. Swim nude in a lake under the stars and then when we leave, a smile of memories and a promise to never meet again. If you are my Mrs Holiday answer to..."

I waited and watched the ads answers in anticipation. There was no answer for some days. But then suddenly a mail arrived:

"Hello Mr Holiday. I believe you are in a relationship, as I am. I think I understand your feelings and I admit, I share the same desire and feel there is something missing in my life. There is a big longing to break out of the hum drum for a few days. Your idea is really beautiful and appeals to me. Yes, I would like to spend some precious time with you."

She also wrote, "I will never send you pictures or photographs. I don't know what you look like and it's not important to me. All my friends say I am beautiful and who am I to disagree?" 

She described herself a bit, told me some of her dreams and, most important, she was available at the same time I had planned to be away. 

We wrote two more mails then the deal was made. I booked the hotel. One apartment for both and I booked it in my name. She didn't want me to pay her tickets for the plane and insisted on meeting at the hotel.

One month later, late in August, I had to travel again for business. I told my wife I had to go away again to work. It was not unusual for her, so she wasn't surprised. We hugged, gave her the usual kiss goodbye, and I was on my way to Sunrise Hotel. I really did have to do a little work before I could go to the hotel, but this was a short diversion and only took one day of my time.

At the reception I was greeted at the reception "Welcome Mr Vermont. Mrs Vermont has already arrived and is in your room." 

This surprised me, I wanted to be there before her as I wanted to prepare something, perhaps a nice surprise for her. 

"Ok," I thought, "I know how to be flexible. This won't be a problem for me."

The hotel I had chosen was not a usual hotel. There were not just rooms. The area for the room I had booked were built as single log cabins, all placed around a big swimming lake. The cabins all had their own theme. I booked a cabin-style one. I thought, this would be perfect for a short romantic summer break.

I knocked and waited some seconds. There was no answer. "Probably she was outside." I mused. 

I used my key card, opened the door and went inside. I looked around and was impressed by the décor.

The walls were made of wooden logs. In the middle of the main wall was a wonderful, impressive chimney, surrounded by numerous stones. The hotel service had thoughtfully already lit a nice little fire, making the atmosphere cosy and welcoming. The window were quaint and there was a big glass door to give access straight to the beautiful blue lake. 

In the middle was a sofa, which could also be used as a bed for an extra person. There were two more doors. One obviously lead into the bathroom and the other one lead to the bedroom. 

I heard noises and listened. It was running water and realised my guest was taking a shower. 

Silently I went to the door and listened. I didn't want to scare her so moved towards the bedroom. I opened the door and saw in the front of one wall was a big king size bed.

Looking around, my eyes widened in delight. On the bed were some of her dessous! 

"Mmmmm, I like her underwear. Hot and sexy. She must have a wonderful body!" I thought to myself and, much more, she had very good taste. The wardrobe was open too. Some of her dresses and other clothes were hanging inside. The dresses looked elegant and she had sporty and casual things in there. 

"Hello Mr. Holiday"

My heart stopped!

Blood rushed straight down to my feet, my neck hair rose, my face froze. I was shocked. This voice - I knew! 

"It cannot be! It cannot be!" A little voice hammered in my head. 

Slowly, very slowly, I turned around. My heart beat so loudly, it must have been heard miles away! I felt it pump so fast it could easily have jumped right out of my body!

I froze like a statue. "It's not real. It must be a dream! This woman in front of me... NO! Impossible." My brain struggles to comprehend. I discreetly pinched myself. But no, I do not wake up, I do not sleep!

This woman, who was stood there before me nude and with a lovely, captivating smile, was my ... 

My Wife!

"An... An... Andrea..." I stuttered. 

"Andrea? I do not know this Andrea! That is not my name. I am... Mrs Holiday." She replied. 

I didn't know what to say. It was my wife! But she ... obviously wanted to play this... explicit role! 

"You do not look like a maid or room service. So I presume you have to be Mr Holiday. Are you?" She paused, "Mr Holiday?" She asked, raising her eye brows in question.

Still confused, I tried to find the right words. 

"Damn," I thought. "What was going on?" A thousand different thoughts turned in my head. How did she know of your idea? Why didn't I recognize her from writing emails, flirting too, with your own wife? Why didn't she say anything these last few days? What was she going to do?

"Mr Holiday?" Her voice brought me back to the present. "Is something wrong? Don't you like my look? Or aren't you able to speak? You never mentioned that. Do you want to spend all the time here, just standing and staring at me or are you as hungry as I am? I thought, we could go for dinner."

"An... And... Andrea, I mean... Mrs Holiday... Nice to meet you. Of course we can go out for dinner." I am dumb founded. Still not able to think clearly. I try to buy myself some time. "Please, let me take a shower and change"

"Ok, I will wait for you by the lake." Her voice was sweet and melodic, it sounded like sweet, soft and teasing flute music. She took a small pair of panties out of her suitcase and slowly dressed. She picks out a short sexy skirt and tight fitting jumper. She looked fantastic.

I went to the bathroom, still in shock. "What have you done?" I asked myself. "Logan, what are you going to do now? Think! 

After a while, I drew the conclusion there was just one answer! 

She had decided to spend these days together with me. She was playing her role – that means, now I had to too. Go and play my role. Go and be her Mr Holiday.

I hurried to the shower, dressed myself and went out to lake. She stood near the water, I could see her womanly figure. The sun shone down on her, surrounding her with a wonderful glowing light. She was stunningly beautiful. I caught my breath for a moment absolutely captivated by her.

Silently I moved to her, "Mrs Holiday, are you hungry?" 

She turned and our faces were so close, we could easily kiss and I wanted to so badly. But she interrupted my thought and replied, "Oh yes, yes, I am." 

She smiled at me. It was breath taking and one I hadn't seen in such a long time or maybe I hadn't noticed it, or her, in our busy daily routine.

Side by side we walked along the lake, enjoying the scenery, looking here and there.

Again it was she who broke the silence. "When I read your advert, I was hooked immediately. How did you come up with such a splendid idea?" 

She was teasing me! She knew, I was unable to give the right answer. What should I say? What could I say? I decided to tell the truth. 

"I was dissatisfied with my life, though really, there is actually no reason for it. But somehow, I had hoped, if I just once, took a chance, this chance, and broke out of the hum drum of life for just one weekend, I would recognize my life was really great and that I enjoyed what I had after all. 

Then one day, I was listening to a song on the radio. In this song a man breaks out just for one weekend and after, after, he is again happy with his life. He realised that he had everything he needs right where he is, right where he belongs. So, I had gotten this idea to try it too" 

She suddenly stopped and looked deeply into my eyes, "Well, Logan... uhm... I mean Mr Holiday, you had a very good idea."

Then she turned her head and started to walk on. I smiled. 

For one second she had lost her mask. And that deep look into my eyes was more than just a look! She was searching to find out, if I was telling the truth. 

The way she answered showed me, she believed everything I had said. She knew I would tell the truth – and she was glad. My heart rejoiced in hope.

After a few minutes we arrived at the restaurant. The waiter placed us at a table in the corner. As summer season was ending, the hotel was not overly crowded. 

Usually I knew how to make small talk. But what do you talk about with your own wife, when both are playing a role? 

I decided to be me and play my role as an elicit lover and started to flirt with her. My eyes roamed over her body very slowly. She noticed my appraisal but doesn't say a word. She was rather small and I remembered when we first met, she awoke my protective instinct. Of course I knew her age, but she was looking younger than her years. She had given this world two wonderful children and yet her body was still in top shape and was very, very attractive. 

As our eyes locked, I murmured how beautiful she was and that she had wonderful, natural coloured brown eyes. That I saluted her nice figure and leg and, praised her long blond-brown hair. 

I liked her lovely face and that she didn't need makeup. She only wore sparse make up, just some lipstick and mascara. I saw her respond to my compliments and melt at my romantic words. She smiled and accepted them graciously and encouraged my advances. She even engaged herself in this flirting ritual of a very promising mating game.

The mood rose and a simmering sensuality hovered between us so I naturally took the next step. Taking her hand, I started to fondle it and waited for her reaction. She didn't pull back, so I knew I may go on. 

Lifting her hand, I pulled it to my mouth. I started to kiss each single finger. As we were in a secluded corner, her legs were close to mine. My other hand moved to her leg and I fondled her thigh, outside at first. She opened her legs and I moved to accept her silent invitation and fondled her inner thigh, slowly moving higher.

The waiter arrived and served our meals. He smiled. Maybe he saw what we were doing. Of course he was much too discrete to say anything. Even if he had though, it would matter not. 

We started to eat and though we were hungry, the food was a side issue. Our eyes devoured each other giving out hidden messages that we both fully understood. The tension and anticipation between us was built. It was exciting and thrilling at the same time.

Mrs Holiday wanted me. And I, Mr Holiday, longed for her.

I couldn't resist any longer. Our faces came close together. Putting my hand on her neck, I drew her slowly towards me. Our lips opened, our tongues met and we kissed, and slowly deepened. My loins stirred in male interest.

I detected her fresh, potent scent and her fresh breath. Our tongues tenderly touched, then built up more wildly to tease each other. I gently sucked her lower lip and she responded, tenderly nibbling on mine. 

Explosions of lust filled my head and every cell in my body opened with a raging fire. My desire had awaked! I kissed my own wife. Yet, it seemed like our first kiss but much, much better! This was not just a kiss. This was THE KISS!

I don't know how much time passed during our kiss. Seconds, minutes, hours? No matter. Such a kiss had to end sometime. Even this one. We looked deeply into each other's eyes. Smiling, she whispered, "Excuse me" and got up. 

I stayed sat at the table and allowed my eyes the indulgence of following her. She must have known it. The way she walked and moved her hips, sashaying her body just for me. She knew the effect on me. I was panting!

After a few minutes she came back to our table. As she sat down, she offered me a wonderful smile. Then she reached for my open hand and put something inside and closed my fingers.

What was it? I didn't know, I just felt some thin, moist fabric. 

I opened my hand to look at it – my eyes widened. She had put her thin white G-string in my hand and it was so wet! Wet with her natural juices! 

My cock had calmed down a little in the short break but immediately hardened and began to throb! Oh god. I cannot breathe. My mouth, my lips, my throat – everything was dry. 

Coughing, I took a glass of water. I needed something to drink and to cool down a bit. 

If I could, I would have made love to this hot woman, here and now! I wanted to smell her panties, hold them against my noise and breathe deeply, take in her beautiful scent. My mouth salivated at the thought! 

But all this was not possible, not yet. It would be too obvious! 

I looked at her. She winked at me, her eyes dropping to the wet panties in my hand. Quietly, with excitement in her voice, she whispered "Look what you have done to me." 

I took her hand and placed it on my pants. She felt my hard cock as we looked in to each other eyes. 

Her beautiful eyes were flashing with intent, her whole face was lit in a radiant glow and she was smiling. 

She moved her hand on my pants, digging in to my hard cock and slowly rubbed it. I closed my eyes and had to bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning aloud. 

"Honey" I started to talk, "Look what you have done to me. If we stay here for another minute, I can't promise to stay a gentleman! Either I will cum in my panties or I will take you right here on the table, letting out all my pent-up lust and passion for you. Honey, I will fuck you as if it will be my last time and it does not matter if there are other people around!"

She cooed, "Honey, please, let's go and then take me, I want you so much right now, I need you and your glorious cock. Give me your love," she begged.

We stood up. I took her hand and we hurriedly left the restaurant. We felt eyes on at our backs. We had almost reached the door when from the corner of my eye I saw the waiter, stood with a big grin on his face. His thumbs were up in a male sign wishing me good luck. 

Soon after leaving we began to run, her hand still in mine. We reached the lake, ran further until we come to nice place between some trees and a high hedge. In the middle of this place was a wooden table. One look around established we were secluded and alone.

At once I placed her on the table and kissed her passionately. She opened my zipper and unleashed my throbbing member. I pulled down her spaghetti straps, pushed her body down to the table and kneaded and suckled her breasts. She moaned and gasped, "ooh yesss, yess honey."

She arched her body pushing her tits to me, begging me to suckle her more. I obliged, kneading, licking and teasing each breast in turn. I carefully nibbled her hard nipples first, then I sucked greedily. My swollen cock knocked at her pussy entrance as she wrapped and crossed her legs behind me.

"Please fuck me, fuck me please," she pleaded between quick, swallowed breaths. Now there was no return. Twelve horses nor the apocalypse could stop me now. 

I stopped sucking her and held her breasts still to look at her. Our mouths were slightly opened, panting softly and our eyes were full of desire, full of need and lust.

I moved my hips against hers and my hard cock prodded her wet opening. I pushed inside without any resistance. She was so hot, sopping wet and very ready for me. We both wanted and needed each other so badly.

Both of us grunted as I entered her. 

"More, more, more" she responded and then "yes, yes, yes" as I slid inside her. I began to pump her becoming more passionate and more lustful. I fucked her hard. I went faster and deeper and harder. My cock hammered her pussy like a piston. 

She moaned louder. Her breathing was in sync with the same rhythm I was taking her. I moved my cock back and forth inside her hot and wet pussy. I felt her tight passage squeeze my dick, sending little surges all through my body. I felt my orgasm build. I was so close to cumming and from her responses, I knew she was too. 

Two hot bodies melted in the heated ecstasy. All the passion that has been buried for so long was coming to the forefront. We were a burning mountain, a volcano about to explode.

I felt her body shake. She was stretching and flexing in her throes of passion. My cock throbbed, pulsing in it's want for release.

Then we exploded in a kaleidoscope of glittering colour, cumming at the same time. We moaned, gasped and screamed, "oh god..." and "aaaaaa" simultaneously.

We released enough sexual energy to fuel a rocket to the moon! It was utterly amazing!

Her nails scratched my back as I pumped more and more of my creamy seed straight into her dripping pussy.

A cocktail of her juice and my cream jettisoned in her and then leaked out of her. It left thin dribbling lines down to her buttocks, dripping down on to the table. 

I opened my eyes and saw her wonderful happy face. We looked at each other and laughed in breathless joy. 

"Honey, that was unbelievable" she said softly. "I never believed I could have sex in public like that. Nothing else mattered. I forgot about everything." 

"Darling, you are so hot and wonderful. There is just one lady I want forever. You. I love you!" I replied. "Please, kiss me." 

We fell into a long lovely kiss. 

"Let's go back to our room, before we are discovered," she whispered. 

"Yeah, we will go back now, for one reason, there is so much more I want to give to you" I answered and showed a dirty, lusty smile on my face.

Arm in arm we walked to our cabin room. Our faces were flushed red. Our bodies full of a heated glow. We were still excited and the anticipation built again. 

Both of us knew, this had just been foreplay, a taste of things to come. It was wild, animalistic! Absolutely fantastic and much needed sex. 

I wanted to kiss her whole body, rediscover it for the first time in many years, coddle her closely, kiss her tenderly and fondle every inch of her wonderful and desirable body. 

The night began to fall as we walked back to our room. Bright stars guided us on our way and the moon threw a wonderful light around us. 

"SSSSSSSSS" The key card opens the door. "SSSSSSSSSS" is exactly how I felt. My bones and very being was singing, sending out good vibrations all through my body. 

We entered and closed the door behind us. "Clack". 

A small door had closed, but it was so much more. It seemed we had left an old world behind us. 

We hadn't just entered our room, we had entered a whole new life together. It was the beginning of a better life, a happier new life.




The Tourist



"Honey, please let me take a shower first" she asked. 

Without waiting for my answer, she pulled off her dress, letting it fall down to the floor and disappeared from my sight. 

I thought about following her, but I decided to stay in our room. My eyes looked around, finding a bottle of champagne. I opened it and fill two flute glasses, putting them onto the bedside unit. 

"I'm ready, now it's your turn" I heard her voice sing out. 

I rushed under the shower, I cleaned and dried myself in seconds, I did not want to lose time in returning to the love of my life.

When I entered the bedroom, my breath stopped! She was lying on the bed. No better, she was presenting herself in a red uplifted bra, tiny red panties and red stockings on her long sexy legs.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked seductively with a teasing tongue bulging in her cheek. Of course she knew the answer. 

"No!" I answered. Her eyes narrowed. I paused to tease her and then said, "Mrs Holiday, it's the nicest and hottest present I ever have seen!" 

She smiled, "Then come and unwrap your gift Mr Holiday"

I was already naked. I didn't dress after my shower. I slowly moved to our bed without taking my eyes off of her beautiful body. 

Placing myself beside her we were engrossed in a long heart - warming kiss. Tasting each other's lips and opening them. Our tongues met and started a ritual courtship dance. 

After some time we stop and opened our eyes. Smiling and enjoying the kiss and looking forward to what was to happen next.

I nibbled her upper lip before I kissed her cheek and moved on to each eyebrow. I kissed each of them softly and then I returned to her lips, which opened to accept me. My tongue invaded her mouth and again we smooched. I fondled her face, while she stroked my back. 

With a slow, deliberate motion my hand grazed down her face and her neck, until I reached her right breast. Very gently, I touched it and moved around in small circles. Her nipples grew and hardened under my touch and for a short moment she stopped our kiss to gasp in pleasure.

I rubbed her nipple with just one finger and this made her beg and writhe for more. She put both of her hands to my head and pushed me lower. My lips left a trace on her skin as I kissed her neck. I slid her nipple between my thumb and fore finger and twirled and turned it. 

I suckled her other breast and she arched her body, offering and pushing her sweet breasts to me. I gently kneaded her breasts and licked her nipples. She moaned and pressed my head against her soft chest. She wanted more and I wanted to give her more, much more. 

I squeezed her boobs, placed my mouth above a nipple and sucked it. I loved to play with her wonderful breasts, they were just perfect.

Carefully, I bit her nipple. She loved and enjoyed it. I felt her reaction. After a while I released her nipple and moved over to the other one. I squeezed both orbs, pressed them together and licked her bosom. I placed my face in her cleavage and enjoyed her softness around my cheeks. 

Andrea moaned, lifting her upper body and pushed her breasts on to me. I licked her up and down and in the valley between them. Her skin flushed and was moist from her pleasure and her emotions. 

Her sweat was tasty and I wanted more. I gently licked her breast, reaching her nipple and sucked at once. Rubbing my teeth above it, tipping it with my tongue and slowly blowing it.

As I slid down, my tongue trailed my body. Her skin rippled and puckered with goose-pimples. 

Her navel, I remember was very ticklish. My tongue teased and rimmed and licked inside her navel. This time her reaction was a little different, her body shook as if she was laughing, but her sounds were more of excited need.

Just a few seconds later, she put her hands to my head, softly but authoritative she pushed me lower. She wanted my tongue lower. And yes, I wanted her pussy now too

I slid lower, kissing her warm skin on my way down her delightful body.

She was completely relaxed. This was not the same Andrea. It was not my wife, who just accepted some fast sex every few weeks. No, this was the girl I fell in love when we enjoyed ourselves almost each day in the beginning of our life together.

My soft lips wandered above her mons pubis, reaching a thin line of black pubic hair. I licked left and right beside her short tight curls before I moved on to her clitoris. But I just offered a short touch with the top of my tongue. Her clit had to wait. First I wanted to make her wetter. I wanted to taste her plentiful and delicious female essence.

She moaned louder as she felt my tongue lick her slit - gentle and full of love. I licked her furrow from her entrance up to her clit, always stopping with a teasing flick before moving down again.

I'm slowly licked her outside and inside her pussy lips, with broad, flat strokes of my tongue. I moved to lick around the inside of her pussy, before I entered her. I stiffened my tongue and fucked her. 

I licked around the bottom of her pussy and her perineum. She spread her legs wide for me. She moaned and gasped as I started to lick her faster. She kneaded her own breasts in pleasure, while she circled her hips and enjoying my tongue.

She opened her pussy for me with her fingers between her gasps and moans. I heard her, "oooh yes" and "hmm so good"

Once more I entered her pussy channel, diving deep inside, enjoying her moist pussy. 

Oh god, I had almost forgotten how tasty my girl was. Leaving her tight tunnel, I licked her slit up to her clit. Kissing it, then my tongue started to massage her hot, swollen button. 

To excite her more, I stuck two fingers inside her sopping pussy, moving them forth and back.

I felt she was close to orgasm. As I noticed this, I pressed my tongue hard on her clit, increasing the pressure and simultaneously fingering her faster.

It was too much for my love. She exploded with a loud "aaah" as loud as she had ever screamed before. Her whole body trembled. She twitched and turned. Intense waves ran throughout her body.

Still fingering and rubbing her clit I felt her orgasm began to abate. As this happened, I decreased the pressure on her clitoris and slowed my finger action. When I felt her sated calmness, I gently kissed her pussy, licking her tasty love fluids. I wanted to have each single drop of her.

"Oh my god, it was unbelievable! Thank you my dear." Andreas said her voice shaking.

I move up her body to kiss her. We shared a long and lovely kiss. One minute later she finished the kiss, whispered "It's your turn darling." 

She rolled up and slid down the bed. Without any hesitation she kissed my bell-end and stroked my whole cock. So good. 

How long had I been waiting for this? I don't know, but it doesn't matter anymore. 

Frequently she looked in to my eyes when rubbing my cock. She was making me crazy and I loved it. Suddenly a big grin appeared on her beautiful face. Opening her mouth, she put it over my cock and soon it disappeared in to her mouth. Oh my god!

She is kissed my head first, then licked the top of it, starting from the top of my shaft down to the base. She savoured the taste of it, loving it as her tongue explored the length. 

She put her lips around it and her tongue flickered against the head and down to my fermium. Andrea tasted my salty pre-cum. She occasionally took my cock from her mouth, rubbed the back of the shaft against her cheeks and then began to work my balls too. She cupped and fondled them.

My love frequently switched between jerking my hard prick and sucking it all the way down to the root. She easily fitted me inside her mouth. 

God, great... I moaned and felt like I was in heaven. My fingers ran through her long hair. This blowjob was perfect. And her eager passion made it so wonderful. 

She doesn't do it as she felt obliged, no, she did it because she wanted to. 

And yes, I wanted her to as well. But I can't take it very long. I don't want to cum – I want to make love to her – now!

I pulled her up to me and gave her another long, lingering kiss while I fondled and kneaded her sexy buttocks. We opened our eyes, looked at each other, without saying any words and we smiled. 

As I turned her onto her back she knew my intention. At once she spread her legs and pulled me into her. My cock slipped inside without any resistance. Her pussy was tight and very wet.

We were making love. My cock moved back and forth as my fingers did before. The room filled with desire and love. 

Andrea enjoyed every thrust. Deeper and deeper I pushed my cock inside, feeling the walls of her love channel, each time I moved up and back into her. She lifted her hips, pushed into me. I picked up the pace to match her rhythm. She was fucking me as much as I was fucking her.

I still the rhythm. She opened her eyes. "Honey? Please, go on!" I had stopped my actions and my cock had left her. 

I showed a dirty smile. Then my cock rubbed her pussy. She moaned. Just as she was taking a deep breath I pushed my cock inside her once more. One fast and strong thrust. She screamed. 

I pulled out and repeated, fast and strong inside her pussy. Once more. Again and again then again. 

"Oooh soo good" I heard her gasp. I bent down and we canoodled. Andrea pulled her knees up and spread them. I was so deep inside her, increasing my speed. 

My angel was at the point of no return. I could feel it. Her body was squirming. She stopped kissing and was screaming "yes...yes...yess oooh" 

This was too much. I cannot stop now. My cock was ready to burst. I shot my cream straight into her love channel. With every thrust I pumped my load deep inside her. "Aaahhh ," I moaned and roared. 

It felt that every twitch brought me closer to heaven. Stars were exploding in my head. I can't think anymore, all my senses were overloaded. There was just Andrea and me. 

Her pussy was milking my cock off as she squeezed me with her pelvic muscles. She wanted everything and I could give her. 

At last I rolled beside her, glowing in satisfaction. We smiled as we caught our breath, calming down. We shared another long kiss while we hugged each other. 

As this kiss finished, she asked "Mr Holiday, can we repeat this date soon?" 

I laughed, "Of course Mrs Holiday. We will repeat this frequently." 

I looked deep into her eyes "I love you Andrea!"

"Oh darling, I love you too" she whispered.



The Tourist



June 2011

I should have known it would end this way. Things here in Sydney, Australia were just too perfect.

First I go out and close the major deal my company sent me out here for. Then one of my Australian counterparts offers me a spare pass for a movie premiere held here tonight. What's more, it's for a movie I already saw in the States a month ago - but I didn't need to tell him that.

So of course, my luck has to end with me walking on the road at just the wrong time. The right time for me to get knocked on my ass by a limo.

It couldn't have been going that fast, which is how I survived - and how only my hip and right side really hurts. If my head wasn't in the clouds, I would have avoided this easily. But here we are. And here I was trying to roll myself off the road.

"Jesus Christ!" I heard. But the voice was too feminine, too Australian and too lovely to be mine. And I certainly wasn't the one helping myself to my feet.

"Come on, let's get you inside," the voice told me. I was being led towards the limo, and somehow I moved my legs enough to keep up, before being put onto the backseat.

"Do you have enough room to lie down?" the voice asked, as I laid down to find an answer.

"I'm fine," I muttered, now comfortable enough to look at my surroundings. But looking at the nice limo interior wouldn't be enough.

I saw the owner of the voice sitting at the far left besides me. It belonged to a very beautiful, albeit very concerned, woman with long brown hair and a somewhat familiar face.

"We should get you to the hospital, right?" the woman asked.

"No, no..." I shrugged off. "I've got plans..."

"So do I, but I've got some time. I've been on good behavior all this time, so they can sod off if I'm late for one premiere," the woman said rather suspiciously.

"Premiere? I'm going to one of those," I frowned. "Do you know about a movie called Bridesmaids?"

"Are you joking?" the woman suddenly turned deadpan.

"Not as much as those women do," I actually did try to joke, but not enough to make myself laugh. "Do you know them? Kristin Wiig, Melissa McCarthy...oh, Jon Hamm's there too! Or is that a spoiler?" I then remembered, "Wait, there's an Aussie there too! She's playing American, but she's still one of you!"

"Oh yeah, her," the woman said with suspicious distain.

"Right...her name's Rose..." I started to say. Then I started thinking of the actress in question, compared it to the woman in front of me - and felt run over all over again.

"Are you fucking joking?" I echoed with more color.

"I don't have to be on for the crowds quite yet," Rose Byrne told me. Fucking Rose Byrne told me...

"Okay, now I need to go to the hospital," I conceded as the limo took off. "Just drop me off and I'll find a wheelchair."

"Are you mad? I'm at least making sure you get in the building," she replied. "After that...oh, hell. So much for a brief nap before show time. At least in my own room."

"It's all right, really," I tried to sound nicer. "I just feel sore. Don't know if they'll check long enough for me to miss your premiere. So maybe the hospital isn't the way to go."

"Are you seriously going there?" Rose double checked, so I took out my new pass for confirmation.

"Just found out an hour ago," I told her, explaining the rest - including my name - after that.

"God...even Kristin and Annie couldn't write this up," Rose exclaimed. "All right, okay...I'll take you there and stay as long as I can. If you're still planning on going, I'll make sure they let you in. Even if you're late."

"Sounds fair," I conceded, lying down to try and get my head back on straight - from the pain and the company.

"You just got knocked on your ass by a limo. Are you really going to hope they rush you along? Just to see a movie?" Rose asked.

"Well, I liked it enough the first time," I admitted. "I can promise not to spoil it for the whole country, though." Rose seemed to bite back a laugh, so I continued, "I haven't seen X-Men yet, though. American, Australia and me still have that in common, don't worry."

"Good, that's one problem down," Rose said.

"They've seen a lot more big premieres than me, though," I went on. "I didn't think I'd see my first one till today. It'd suck if I was right after all."

"Well, we're on the same page there," Rose gave her support. I smiled, the pain more manageable for the moment.

When we got to the hospital, Rose stayed by my side as I got myself inside. It was fairly crowded, and I doubted she could play the celebrity card too much to move me up the list - even the hometown celebrity card. Nevertheless, she sat by my side and talked to me as long as she could, before she really had to go and get ready for the premiere - again promising that I could get in at any time.

They made room to see me about 10 minutes later. For all the waiting and star company, all I could get was an x-ray and some pills. I'd have to get a more thorough examination from my stateside doctors when I got home, but I was okay to go on my own.

I just had to take it easy - which didn't help me hurry up, get back to my hotel, get dressed up and find my way to the premiere. As I expected by then, the red carpet was empty, Rose and all the stars were inside, and the movie had already started. If I hadn't seen it before, I would be much more upset.

At least I remembered all the funny parts in the second half, so I could keep myself from laughing too hard. But I got more of a jolt when it was over and Rose managed to find me.

"You made it!" she said in relief as we left the theater. I smiled at her concern, the fact I did make it - and at the gorgeous red dress, with a v-neck at the top and bottom, that she was in now.

"Making it at the halfway point does count," I stated. Rose took a while to find an appropriate response.

"The halfway point of the movie, maybe. The whole night's still got an act or two left." And that's how I got into my first movie premiere after party.

Rose helped me make my way around, introduced me to the likes of Kristin Wiig, and stated that the lengths I took to see the movie - one I'd already seen - was damn good publicity. It obviously didn't need much more of that in America by now, though. Still, letting other countries laugh at me might not be so bad.

As far as I could tell, Rose wasn't laughing at me, although she was laughing. If I had a clearer head, I could take that as a very good sign. I could even start to wonder if there might be better signs before long.

Unfortunately, I wasn't in peak physical condition for 'signs.' Once this caught up to me tomorrow, I'd probably be in bed all day. Luckily I had already arranged to stay an extra day for sightseeing - which seemed useless now.

But even this bad luck turned good again.

Rose told me she was staying an extra day too, to enjoy herself at home again and get some down time before the X-Men premieres hit full swing. She also told me she was staying at the Intercontinental Hotel in the meantime. She also suggested that I might be able to have a more full night out tomorrow.

When I got myself to my hotel, slept in for hours and took my pills on the hour, I attempted to do just that.

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I was able to move around much better by the time I arrived at Rose's hotel that night. I got myself to the dining area, as Rose instructed, without much of a limp.

I almost had a...different physical problem when Rose came down, wearing a stunning black dress that was more worthy for the red carpet than dinner with me. But in my condition, I couldn't complain much.

When we were halfway full, I dared to ask, "How was your day off back home? Better than my extra day here, I'll bet. At least so far."

"Necessary," Rose answered. "I already needed it to get my head on straight. Using it to forget about running someone over helped too." Thankfully, she was clearly joking about the second part.

"Yet here I am, ruining all your progress," I shot back.

"Here you are," she repeated. "Could be worse. You could not be here. What a way to ruin my break out summer, eh?"

"I get that," I said. I wanted to carry on with another joke, but I slipped into saying, "I would have liked to see more sights today, though. See more of the country that made you who you are."

"It did a fair job, all things considered," Rose credited. "It's nice to take a step back and remember that. Hopefully it'll keep me grounded in a post Bridesmaids/X-Men world."

"I don't have a world that big waiting for me back home," I admitted. "But it's bigger than any I've had so far. Even the downsides have an upside. Case in point," I gestured to Rose. "Even getting hit by a limo works out for me. Like I...hope it's working out for you. At least now."

"It's getting there," Rose smiled. "As long as you're in the right state to enjoy it too."

"I'm getting there. Can't move around quite as much as I'd like, though," I yielded. "It makes me need to relax more...maybe that's not so bad, either. Not for something like this."

Rose nodded and added, "After weeks of premieres and junkets, with weeks more to come...there's something to be said for relaxing. For something more...intimate. Especially when time is of the essence."

That didn't mean what I thought it might. Then again, that might mean it did. If so...

"Did you relax in your room before you came down here? Or were you just out all day?" I dared to ask. "You shouldn't keep yourself up and about on my account. Especially if you have a flight in the morning."

"I should probably say the same thing to you," Rose countered. "You still okay with sitting up?"

"I might need a new chair. Or some other place to sit on," I responded.

"I have places like that upstairs," Rose offered.

"Well, if you're still that guilty...I suppose I should help you get over me," I managed to joke. I wasn't laughing on the inside, though.

If Rose was, it didn't show as we finished dinner and went to the elevator. It didn't show as we went down the hall of her hotel room floor - or when we crossed the threshold into her room. Whatever she had, she kept inside, even if I wasn't.

Either way, we didn't speak as I sat down on her couch. I had to admit, it was a nice place to relax, especially when Rose joined me with two glasses of wine. I took one and drank it down, with Rose following suit and sitting close to me.

"I basically did this all day on a bed. Only without company or wine," I noted. "There's...a clear difference here."

"I've traveled the world for weeks," Rose compared. "But there's no place like home. Even in a strange room with a strange man. But strange isn't all bad."

"It can be when you're not healthy enough to be...actively strange. Not as active as I want to be," I tried to be clever. But I impatiently clarified, "I don't know if being too physical would hurt me."

"We can still be physical without being...too physical," Rose cryptically offered.

I thought it over, mainly in terms of how getting too hot and heavy would make me even sorer. But if I had it right, she wasn't offering that kind of...heaviness. And there were other, slower kinds. Kinds you could take your time with and not exhaust yourself on.

I looked on my right, rewarded with the sight of Rose settling besides me. She was all but laying on her side, accentuating the luscious curve of her hip, the delicious bare legs below, the rest of her sultry dress above, and the teasing smile and seductive, half-lidded brown eyes above that.

That was indeed a sight worth taking one's time on.

I started by putting my head down to brush Rose's lips. She kept it going by pressing them harder against mine. We got on the same pace soon enough, though I upped the ante when my tongue got involved.

However, most of our bodies stayed where they were. I did put my hand on her hip and slide it down to the top of her bare leg, as Rose laid a hand on the back of my head. Eventually, I slipped and laid my back down on the couch, with Rose keeping up by getting on top of me.

I groaned as she settled on me, feeling the urge to press up against her. Still, I doubted I should strain myself too quickly. But like Rose hinted at, it didn't mean I couldn't do anything.

What I did was bring my head down to her neck, as my hands rested on her waist. I buried myself in the sleek curve below her head, drawing a soft, arousing groan as I started kissing the surface. She moaned longer while my hands explored her body, occasionally reaching her hips.

Eventually, I had to grasp behind her hips, groaning myself at her full, firm ass. Rose let out a long breath, then took mine away when she brought my head back up for another kiss. Our tongues went faster this time, with Rose sliding hers into my mouth as I started pulling her dress up.

She pulled back just as I exposed her panties into full view. They were pink with yellow trim, covering a fair part of her ass, but still showing off its pert shape. As sexy as it was, however, it wasn't all I needed to see.

I kept my right hand on her ass, while bringing the left over to take down Rose's left dress strap. However, I soon realized I would have to sit up, so Rose followed my lead. Once I was up, I brought the bottom of Rose's dress back up and took the top of it down, holding her ass with one hand and putting the other on her exposed chest.

As I toyed with her nipples and her panties, Rose brought her hands down to the bottom of my shirt. Seeing we were somewhat imbalanced, I helped her lift my shirt up and off. There was a mark or two on my sides from yesterday, but Rose kept her hands on my upper chest.

Mine changed course, as my left went to the center of her panties and my right went to her perky right breasts. The perky left one got into my mouth, in my attempt to service her chest and pussy at once. My left finger could only brush and rub the front of her panties, yet my right ones and my mouth had more luck with her bare nipples.

I lathered up her left nipple, getting the first low "Fuck" from her. I got a louder one when I pulled back and blew on it, before going over to suckle her right breast. My hands stayed and tweaked where they were, getting Rose to grind on me and give my own nipples some attention.

While I still could, I noticed how Rose's gorgeous dress was all bunched together around her waist. It seemed a shame to do that to it. "Maybe you need more room to breathe," I offered, gesturing to her dress.

"Oh, of course. You too, maybe," she countered. So as she got on her feet to get her dress completely off, I got more comfortable by sliding my pants off. Now we were both left in nothing but our undergarments.

Rose had me beat standing in hers, though. Her tall, leggy curves and perfect face made my underwear even more constricting. But instead of fixing that right away, I got up and led her back to the couch, making sure she sat down before I kneeled down between her legs.

Once I put my hands on her underwear, she lifted her hips up so I could start sliding them down. The minute her pussy was exposed, I dove right in. I slid them down an inch at a time while my tongue licked up and down an inch at a time.

"Ooh...oh, all right then," Rose sighed, getting louder as my face dove deeper between her legs. After her panties came off her legs, my hands slowly went up both of them, almost teasingly so. My tongue was faster to balance it out.

"God yes...fucking...oh, come on," Rose urged. I eagerly obeyed, bringing my hands right to her center for extra help. After a deep lick, I pulled my head back and let my left index finger work her over, then pulled out suddenly before my right one went in. 

My mouth returned to the mix, licking Rose while my right finger stroked her. As for my left hand, it went up her body and landed on her chest, fondling it along as well. The pinching, licking and stroking made Rose breathe heavier, grab onto the back of my head and hold her own right breast while I grasped her left.

I built her up by burrowing my tongue into her, replacing it with my finger, then working both units at once. When she got as loud as I thought she could, I stopped and backed away.

"What the bloody..." Rose started. "That wasn't too much for you, was it?" I didn't answer. She sighed and conceded, "Fine...I guess I have to keep myself busy till you're ready..."

I stayed still as Rose put her hand between her legs, keeping herself revved up. I let her go on without any comment or correction, or indication of when I'd be "ready" to go again.

I counted on it being all the more surprising - and climactic - when I went back down without warning.

Around 10 seconds after I started again, I was proven right.

Rose kept her hand on herself, aiding the last leg of the way. As such, I had to lick her center and her finger clean when all was said and done.

Afterwards, Rose slumped and laid her back on the couch for a moment. "Oh, you are a..." she didn't finish. She just got her breath back and settled on, "I need a bigger place to lie down."

She didn't need to make it clearer than that.

I helped Rose get on her feet, then she pointed to the bedroom door. We went towards it and Rose opened up, heading right for the bed. I didn't mind following her in all her naked, freshly tongue/finger fucked glory, to put it mildly.

She put herself on the bed, lying spread eagle and stretching out, her strength coming back to her. I merely stood around, not sure what I would need to do next, despite having a few ideas. Finally, Rose looked over at me again, rolled over and laid on her side, looking straight ahead at me.

Or rather, the constrained part of me in front of her face.

Between what just happened, the irresistible pose she was in and the irresistible look on her face, it was a wonder I was still hiding it. Or that it hadn't stained its prison.

It got harder to believe when Rose reached out for my underwear. She brought the front of it down, grazing my erection along the way. I walked closer in time for Rose to lean in and capture me with her lips.

Those lips kissed my tip, parted to let her tongue work it over, and then slid halfway down my cock. After a suckle or two, they came off just as quickly. Before I could recover, she got up and sat straight up on the bed.

I was just about to ask questions, until her right hand went on my shaft and her left one pulled my head down towards her - answering pretty much everything.

Despite having her mouth on my cock seconds ago, Rose's slow, deep kisses were incredible. I hoped mine were too, considering what my mouth was full of a minute ago. In any case, she slowly jacked me off for added insurance.

She broke the kiss slowly, mercifully letting me catch my breath - albeit while not stopping her handiwork below. Her face and smile were right in front of me, which barely helped me breathe any better.

"God, you're so beautiful," I let escape, her talented hand and bottomless eyes keeping me from censoring myself.

"How sweet of you," Rose credited, pecking me a few times before using a full fledged kiss. She then went down and used the same technique on my cock.

That wasn't enough for her, as she sucked more and more of me down. Her tongue curled around my head, causing me to moan and put my head back. When it came back down, I saw Rose pull back and gaze up with immense satisfaction. She kept looking up when she sucked my head down a few extra times, before getting up and sitting on the bed again.

It was my turn to bend down and kiss her mouth, with her hand taking its place on my cock. Despite everything, I attacked her mouth with more vigor, my own hand going onto the back of her head. I felt nearly ready to put her on the bed and put my cock in another tight surface of hers.




The Tourist



If my mouth wasn't so full with her own mouth, and if her hand wasn't so fast, I might have gotten away in time to start that.

Instead, I only felt and foresaw what was cumming when it was too late.

I pulled my mouth away from hers, barely getting a word out before I started shooting off. The first batch landed on my chest, as both me and Rose watched with our mouths open. Realizing that wasn't ideal right now, Rose let a second shot land under my chin before pointing my cock away from me.

The rest of it landed on her chest and stomach, but we both had our marks already. When I was dry, we took stock of how the other was...dripping in different areas. I had a strand going down my chest, with my lower chin still wet as well.

I imagined the mutual sight was something out of an even heavier R-rated Judd Apatow comedy. If Rose pitched this to him and Kristin Wiig for a Bridesmaid sequel or knockoff, I would have to call my lawyer. But for now, I was just gobsmacked.

"Well...there we are, then," Rose commented. If any of us said any more, we'd either be embarrassed or feel like laughing hysterically. Either way, we'd probably be better off dry.

I went to the bathroom, getting out the first roll of toilet paper I could find, although it obviously wasn't mine to take. But it would have to do as me and Rose took enough to wipe ourselves off. When that was done, we were left with the question of how to go on.

We still hadn't gotten to the main event yet, and she would likely be ready a lot faster than me now. So we'd have to wait around for several minutes, it would seem.

Or we could do more than wait around.

I laid down with Rose at the center of the bed, pondering how to get us started again. Since Rose had a few minutes to recover, perhaps getting her...started up again was okay. I tested the water by putting my hand on her upper leg, ghosting over it slowly and steadily going up.

Rose put her hand on my chest, leading me to slide a finger up and down her lower lips in return. That was enough for several moments, until I got myself on top of her. I took in the sight of her laid out on the bed, before I went back to work on her chest.

She arched her hips up against me, hurrying my recovery along. I focused on hers, however, kissing my way down her body. Paying her back, I dipped down for one long lick between her legs, then left it alone to kiss up her stomach.

"Oh, that's the game I started, then," Rose groaned.

"Well, I'm too sore to do much playing," I attempted to tease. Yet when Rose got me onto my back, she went to another level beyond that. Or she was about to.

"My limo did a number on you, huh?" Rose asked, as if she hadn't a bunch of times already. Albeit not like this, of course. "Does it still hurt here?" she asked before kissing the center of my chest.

"You know it didn't get me there," I didn't play along.

"Right, here then," Rose poked me on my right side - although it hurt more than a regular poke.

"Okay, okay, you didn't have to get it right the second time!" I argued, then settled down. "Or is this a 'kiss it and make it better' kind of thing?"

"No, kisses are only that magical in the movies," Rose reminded. Nevertheless, she kissed my side more gently several times - then poked it again. Once I finished grimacing, she continued, "And that's why we're not fucking each other's brains out, right?" 

"Just the first reason," I excused.

"If you can't fuck through pain, then go easier on your attacker. That it?" Rose asked. "Make her go easy on you too?" she went on, before kissing up and down my stomach. "That any easier?"

My cock was just starting to answer for me.

"So this is easy for you. Lying around and healing," Rose taunted, her left hand going down my body as her right went up. "The pain's just torture, but this..." she finished by putting her lips on my nipple as her hand grasped my shaft, in a familiar move. 

"There are different levels of torture," I admitted.

"And different ways to cope," Rose followed up. "For things like a vacation, or a trip back home, or a work overload, or getting hit by a limo...you need ways to help you unwind. Even if you're not that active. Even if it's just for a little while."

If the message wasn't clear by then, it was when Rose rose up, put her hips over mine and started dropping down on my revived staff.

"Oh..." I moaned, both pleased and annoyed I couldn't go all out right now. At least until I saw Rose sit down, towering over me like a goddess.

"I see the appeal," I admitted in more ways than one.

Rose responded by carefully riding me for a few moments. She got a little faster when I reached up to cup her breasts. After playing around with them, pulling the rest of her down on top of me and holding onto her ass, she went quicker.

But after flipping her onto her back again, it was my turn.

Now that I was controlling the pace, I had to plan it out - as much as I could while inside Rose Byrne. I did want to ease into it, moving my hips slowly and lying my face down into her neck. I got the idea to kiss her hotly and deeply while pumping her slowly - so that bought time, some welcome groans and humping below me.

I took a breath and started going at a more regular, faster pace. I kissed up to Rose's lips to assure her, then she started kissing back and meeting my thrusts in return. Letting out some pent up speed, I drove deeper into her and she held onto me - though she eventually held my hips too hard.

I didn't groan out of pleasure that time, forcing me to stop and lie onto Rose. I felt an inner pain from breathing too heavy, so there was that to contain as well. I should have gotten off of Rose by then, but I was trying to keep still and salvage things. In any case, Rose didn't try to get me off or tell me to get off.

After I felt better, she got back to work getting me off.

She helped sooth me by kissing and lightly nibbling my ear for starters. In the middle, she pecked my lips and snuck her tongue in for a brief moment. For the finish, she reached down between us and rubbed herself, making herself tighten on me. When I got going again, she even tried to brush my cock when it briefly came out.

We were back at a languid pace, but that had worked well so far. It worked really well when Rose got back to kissing me, and when I went between us to help her along. I leaned on my right elbow and rested my hand on her head, nibbling on her ear to make us even.

"That good?" I whispered into her ear.

"Mmmhmm," Rose groaned beautifully. My left hand went back on her nipple and she added, "Yeah, that too..."

And so it went for several minutes. I tried to drive Rose close by kissing her, rubbing her, and adding a deep, sudden thrust every so often. Rose tightened on me, reached down for my ass instead of my hips, and tried to brush my balls when she could.

It would have been enough for me to just lie against her neck, listen to her, feel her and watch her face reflect her pleasure. But I had to add a few extra things for her, of course. My next gig was to kiss her extra hard and quick, breaking apart only when I had to breathe.

Rose exhaled, chuckling and then moaning as I drove in deeper. She leaned up to peck me, then dipped her tongue in my mouth oh so briefly again. I saw the playful, sultry twinkle in her deep brown eyes, distracting me while she started kissing me, but I did catch up.

"If this is you holding back..." she credited somehow. 

"If only," I felt safe to brag, whether it was warranted or not. I did hold back saying that we'll never know anyway.

"Well, if you don't mind..." she started to ask. But instead of clarifying the question, she wiggled herself off my cock. Getting the idea - at least half of it - I rolled off her and waited for her next move.

A move that apparently put her on all fours.

Not such a bad move, really. It would be so easy and mouth watering to finish this behind her - but once again, I felt I owed her a little more.

I got on my feet behind Rose, but didn't insert myself behind her. Instead, I bent down and let my tongue warm her up again. I pressed my face against her, holding her firm ass still and wiggling my tongue and lips against her own.

I heard Rose's heavy breathing, fueling me on to lube her up. When I felt she had enough, I stood up straight and lined myself back into her. I wasn't sure how fast I should let myself go, yet I built a fair pace as I felt her tighten and watched her jiggle.

Before long, the jiggling was building up, with Rose arching herself against me. It seemed she was trying to take over, just in case I got sore again. She was certainly doing a good job, so I placed my hand below and worked her right back with my hand.

"Uh huh...fuck me, yeah," Rose called. I watched her fuck me in equal measure, despite knowing that watching it too much would end me. In any case, I didn't quite want to end it like this.

I pulled out suddenly, bent down and licked her clean again, then got her off all fours and on her back one last time. I parted Rose's legs and stepped back between them, fucking her while standing up and watching her pleased reaction.

Rose wrapped her slender legs around my waist, which made me hiss a bit. However, I stopped her from letting go, deciding to risk it if it meant watching this. I did fuck her slower, although my fingers weren't as patient.

Both my hands worked on her pussy, which hopefully cancelled out my slow pumping cock. After a while, I put my hands on her legs and pumped her hard and fast, until Rose's legs gripped me too hard. But I still slowed down and let my hands do much of the work after that, keeping her right on the edge.

Once Rose stopped worrying about me, she focused on the pleasure - and I focused on her being overcome by it. She laid her head back, squeezing her eyes shut every few moments, trying to watch me in between.

"Oh, fuck me, make me cum," Rose pleaded. "Make me cum on you...make me cum..."

That perfect plea was the perfect trigger.

With my hand and my cock pumping her at breakneck speed, I tried to get her off before I hurt too much. It was a close call, but I finally felt her go off in time.

I bent over and held my sides, thankful somewhat that this was keeping me from cumming. But when Rose was done, I had to lay back in bed. At this rate, I'd need to leave soon just to fit in another doctor's visit before my flight - though I couldn't give him a full disclosure.

I closed my eyes, feeling Rose's hand on my stomach, yet she didn't say anything. I took a few more breaths, recovering from the pain and the pleasure, but I eventually felt normal again. When I looked normal, I felt Rose move her hand lower.

I still had some cum left on me, which Rose used as lube for her hand. I opened my eyes anew and saw her lying next to me, flushed and satisfied. Now it was my turn.

"No more suffering for my sake, okay?" Rose requested. "Probably a fitting way to end, I know. But let's try to be different this time."

Like before, Rose expertly worked me with her hand. Like before, she went down and topped herself with her mouth. Like before, her tongue, hand, lips and eyes kept me from holding back.

Unlike before, Rose stayed down there. Unlike before, she slid her tongue over my head, hummed and pushed me over. Unlike before, my release didn't get on any part of my body.

After it went down one part of Rose's body, the rest of her came back up and settled next to me.

"Best ending ever," I muttered. Fitting for the best vacation ever, though I kept that to myself. Since I got to share some final kisses with Rose before I really needed to sleep, it was the right call.

I certainly didn't say I should get hit by limos on vacation more often. Even if I was really knocked on my ass more in this room.

It certainly gave me less to complain about on the long ride home - especially when I watched Troy with fresh eyes on my laptop.

Even the visit to my American doctor was worth it, despite how his medicine for my sore body...didn't compare to the kind I got in Australia.

THE END