1 comments/ 33491 views/ 18 favorites A Wet Weekend Ch. 01 By: ElleJansen I stride purposefully as the weight of my wetted clothes drags with each step. The thinness of the material now sodden with rain grows ever heavy as it shows what little is underneath. Of course I expected the sun to keep shining as it had done earlier. Little did I expect the merest shower let alone a full deluge. I had dressed purposely lightly in a thin cotton dress so that the July weather would not stifle me. I deliberately and stupidly wore no bra so that the humidity normally experienced at this time of year in a hot city would not be unbearably uncomfortable beneath damp elasticated straps. The same applied to my panties that I thought would be equally irritating. Quite wrongly, because of the knee length of my dress, I doubted their absence would be noticed. There is no point in sheltering from the rain. No point in stopping so that I might draw more eyes to me than I was already doing. As it is I cover my wobbling breasts with my right arm and shield my now highly visible mound with the other hand. Normally I would walk up a city street and attract few eyes if any but today there are many eyes darting about my body. I am soaked from the head to my upper legs. I can feel my cold wet bottom and the 'V' of soaked wet cloth against my mound. The skirt of my dress is slowly getting wetter and is clinging to my thighs. As I stop to cross another road I see my reflection in a shop window. My dress looks pink and not cream with small blue geometric patterns as it had done when I put it on. Of course the pink was me, naked underneath. I looked naked I could feel that my back and buttocks were also wet and naked. I began to wish it is a dream and that I would soon wake up. But it isn't a dream and I can't end this nightmare. The people are beginning to crowd around me. Umbrellas drip huge cold droplets of water on me and although there are murmurs I cannot make out what is being said. My hair once perfectly groomed is now sticking to my shoulders covering my ears making a further barrier to disparaging remarks. Either that or I am unconsciously blanking out the sounds of others. At last the 'walk' notice lights up but not before I feel a hand on my bottom. I knew it isn't accidental because it is a cupping handful and a finger slipps up the crack of my bottom pushing the wet cloth between my cheeks and missing my womanhood by a fraction of an inch. I had no time to see who it might be only time to pull the cloth back out again as I walked. While doing this a grinning oaf pushes past me and crosses in front of me making me stop. His hand thrusts between my legs as other pedestrians push past oblivious of his actions. I feel his fingers grip my pussy hard as if he has the right to do so because he could see it. His grin turns to a more sinister one as he motions with his tongue his true intention. "Fuck off" I shout which attracts the attention of those about me. However seeing I am practically naked they quickly resolve that I am also mentally unstable. I receive that look, not of pity, not of empathy with my obvious dilemma, but fear that I am contagious. No fear of that as everybody in that street has an umbrella and a sensible mackintosh. I continue to walk and the rain bounces up from the sidewalk stinging my legs as is does so. Another street to cross and eight more blocks before I get back to my hotel. I take the time to pull the wet dress off me which allows me some privacy beneath its folds. However it is short lived as the rain pelts down on me, assisted by a gusting wind. A taxi goes past close to the curb and a large puddle of rainwater is blasted upwards and soaks the remaining dry areas of my dress. My full frontal nudity is obvious in the reflection as I walk towards the window. I imagine I see someone inside the shop looking at me. Staring at my naked body and leering at me like a seedy peep show. As I move past the shop door the same figure comes towards it and is waving me inside. I paused for a second and then I move forward two steps, stop turn and go inside. I guess I could see that he has a towel in his hand and I realise that it is one of those shops that sells pillows, cushions and towels among other household things. I wonder why it is only when you get out of the rain that you suddenly feel the wet. He hands me the towel and the first thing I do is dry my dripping face and hair. As I do so, I realise form my reflection in a mirror that my helpmate is getting a really good look at my wetted boobs through my see-through dress. I casually lower the towel to my chest and pat it slowly while the length of the towel covers my other indiscretion below. "I suppose you are wondering why I am out in the rain with nothing but a dress on?" "No." "Why I don't appear to have any money, or a means of carrying money?" "No." "Oh - okay." Either I am missing a trick here or he's a simpleton. Anyway the towel is a much welcomed assistance to my recovery. "Here, you can put this on and take off your wet clothes." He passes me a thick towelling bath robe. "Thank you." I say and for the first time I let my eyes meet his, but briefly because I feel so embarrassed. "You can change in the staff rest room. I'll show you where it is." He leads me past a multiplicity of household items, doorknobs to drapes and everything in between. It becomes clear to me that the shop is a kind of hi-tech hardware and general store. As I follow I search for anything that can be considered a change of clothes, but the nearest I could find to this is a kitchen apron. Although this would cover my front it would definitely leave my bare ass totally exposed and so I disown that thought. He opens the door and turns on the light as I enter. "I'll leave you to it." He says and as he leaves he carefully closes the door. Alone in a strange room I look around me and note that it has a coffee table with magazines tidily stacked in the centre; which immediately indicates that a woman must work there too. It has four matching chairs, a coffee bar, a sink and a cupboard door next to it. Near the sink I see four mugs on a wooden tree. I take a deep breath and drag my clinging dress over my head and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor with a sodden slap. Totally naked I feel more vulnerable somehow and the thought races through my mind the interrogation I might receive from the police as to how I managed to put myself in this situation. My eyes dart towards the door to ensure that it is secure then I notice above it a security camera no doubt to monitor workers on a break. Resigning myself to the fact that it was too late to prevent such an obvious 'You Tube' catastrophe I look straight at it and wink. "Are you okay in there?" I wonder how long he has been outside the door. Did he consider coming in and taking by surprise? If he did how could I explain my lack of clothing? Why wasn't I wearing underwear? I quickly put on the robe and tie the cord. I pick up my wet dress, open the door and step out. "Well I can't put this on again, It's ruined." I say. "Well maybe it needs drying, that's all." He says. My thought at this time is that he is obviously an expert in women's cotton dresses. My sarcastic inner voice knows no bounds. No, I know the dress has gone completely out of shape as the weight of water has stretched the material beyond return. I imagine that after drying the hem at the front will be longer than the back and the once pretty neckline will gape so hideously that not even a tee shirt will save it. "I'll get rid of it, don't worry." I stand there looking down at my feet. "Now what?" I ask, not knowing quite where to go from here. "Well you can't go outside in the robe." He pauses for a second. "I know, wait here a moment I will be right back." He enters the staff rest room and I hear the sound of a door open and close. He returns with a black mackintosh. "You can borrow this; it belongs to Jane - my work colleague." He continues, as he hands it to me and anticipates my next question. "She won't miss it as she's on vacation in Florida." I go back into the staff room and put it on. It's a little tight but I feel it will be fine to get back to the hotel in. I re-emerge and he is standing looking at me with a smile. "There you go." He says, as if completing a perfect sale. "I don't know quite how to thank you." I state and my sincerity is real. "You can thank me by having dinner with me tomorrow night." "I can't, I fly back to Heathrow tomorrow." I say, slightly disappointed that I had to. "Hey, what about tonight?" I blurt out, "my treat." "Sure - what time?" "Look I have to be honest with you, I am having dinner with our co-pilot and the purser and I can't get out of it, so you are welcome to join us." "You're a..." "Flight attendant for BA. We're meeting in the hotel bar at 8.30 for a few drinks." I look at my wrist for the time but I remember leaving my watch in the hotel room. "Do you know the time?" I ask. "Four twenty five" he responds as he rotates his wrist a gazes at his blue dial Rolex. I wonder what a guy who wears a $4000 dollar watch is doing working in a store. "I am at The Crown Plaza Hotel just off 5th at 33rd Street going west." "I know it," he states "you will need some money for transport although I doubt if you will get a cab in this rain." He hands me a ten dollar bill which I carefully secret in my pocket. I am beginning to think that I like this guy. But, tonight I am going to have Mark the co-pilot so I win my bet with our captain. He will be a nice distraction for Annabel who also had designs on Mark and whom I know has a bet with one of the stewards. Apart from the boredom of the flights and waiting on some pretty snooty first class passengers the flight crews are usually highly sexually charged, sleep around quite a bit, despite being married and when relaxing really know how to party. I am about to leave when I realise I do not know his name. "I don't even know your name, and you have been so cool." "Will - Will Hunting." "You're kidding - like Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting." " Yeah - but I am no mathematical genius." "Oh so what are you then?" "I am a doctor - trust me." "Where have I heard that before?" "It's true, but not the medical kind." "Oh?" "Microbiology." "A small form of research then." "I work with yeast as a eukaryotic cell, mitochondrial DNA." "You lost me at eukary - what's - it..." "Eukaryote" he completes the word I am struggling with. "It's a kind of wind tunnel for the human cell." "Hmm," I feel am becoming interested in what he has to say. Now that I have got to know him a little better I am beginning to like his face and his mannerisms. He isn't that much taller than me and he needs to put on a little weight but I feel I am being attracted to his calming influence. I get a nice warm feeling that envelopes my body and puts my thoughts on a plain of almost non-thought. This blank calmness is how I envisage meditation to be. I am aware of my body as I get a numbing tingle down to my feet. It's like drifting off to sleep but I am also aware of being conscious at the same time. I realise that I hadn't felt that way since I was a child when male friends of my father took an interest in my drawings. I could feel my eyelids half close as he continues to explain the life cycle of the cell he is researching. Perhaps it's his voice? I find it mesmeric as he continues to talk. ...I am doing my post doc at Princeton." "Princeton - that's a long way to go isn't it?" I state rather obviously. "No, not really - I fly down during semester." "Fly to Princeton - how can you do that? I had no idea there was an airport near there." "They have an airfield; Princeton has its own flying club." "You fly?" "Yeah, I have held a private pilot's licence since I was eighteen. I got a little Cessna 414A twin turbo." "So what are you doing working in a shop?" "It belongs to my sister...you are wearing her coat. I'm only looking after it while she is away." Suddenly all becomes clear. The watch, the Ivy League education, the Cessna airplane. He's loaded and at this I feel my face redden, embarrassed at such a mercenary thought. "I'm Danielle." I extend a hand to a man that has already seen the best part of me through my rain soaked clothing. We shake and I repeat "Eight thirty..." He interrupts "Crown Plaza on 33rd and fifth. I'll be there." I leave him and I can't prevent my head from turning and looking at him again as I walk away. I pass a newsstand and then return to buy some gum and change the ten dollar bill. One thing I have learned about New York is to have the right change for the subway. I descend the steps and head towards the small ticket kiosk. The reception is terse as always, no eye contact and despite quickly putting the correct change on the counter the black girl still has to say "cumawn I ain't got awll day lady." And in a blink has discharged a ticket that I fumble with and immediately drop to the grimy wet floor. I bend to pick it up and I am suddenly reminded that I may have flashed to the passing crowd, the coat being so short and tight. But there is no fear of that here in the bowels of the city. To get out into the light is their one desire. There is no eye contact anywhere so my indiscretion goes completely unnoticed. I head for the sign that says 'north'. It isn't long before the train arrives. I stand directly in front of the door as it slows to a halt. With a begrudging swish it opens before me and I wait for passengers to alight. As the last person steps onto the platform I move forward but already a serge of people from both sides push past me and enter taking up the few vacant seats and leaving me to stand. The car moves and I have to hold onto one of the vertical handrails to prevent myself from falling. At the next stop a few get off and more get on which means I have to move further into the carriage. Almost immediately the train lurches and I quickly reach up to catch another hand hold. This is my undoing. The coat is so tight, the sleeves so short and the hem mid thigh when standing normally; now that I have raised my arm, stretching to reach the rail, the hem has lifted about eight inches and the front has opened. A man in his late sixties is sitting within inches of my exposed groin. On seeing this unexpected treat he gives out a 'woof' and immediately attracts the attentions of adjacent travellers. The woman to his right looks at me and turns away without expression. The man on his other side is also expressionless as his eyes move from my mound slowly up to my face. His eyes look at mine for a brief moment before returning to my nudity. His eyes are now glued to my crotch as I shift uneasily in a pathetic effort to ensure my labia are out of sight. My free hand attempts to close the gap without success. After another stop I am able to move to a seat some distance away from the three who have witnessed my embarrassment. I sit down and realise that by doing so causes not only the gape of the hem but also gaping between each button confirming that I had not a stitch on beneath this ridiculously small mackintosh. I resort to standing again but this time near a vertical handhold. My stop arrives and I leave the train and quickly walk to the nearest steps leading to the light. As I come out of the subway the downpour seems greater than before. Before long and as I head towards my hotel, cold runs of water start to tickle their way down my torso. I enter the hotel doors and take one of the elevators to the reception floor. I stand dripping and looking at my state in the mirror. A cold bead of water trickles down between my breasts across my abdomen: tracing a straight line towards my carefully waxed mound. It crosses with the aid of gravity unhindered to end up on the tip of my clitoris where it lingers momentarily before dripping to the floor. Its unique travel goes unnoticed by all the other drips falling from the hem of my coat. Other small streams of water channelled by the uplifted collar find their way downwards tickling as they do so and running down my legs in an effort to rejoin in a single puddle beneath me. The elevator doors eventually open. I walk the fifty steps towards the reception area. I retrieve my key and head to my room. As I pass the bar I see that it is already busy with uniforms from various airways using this hotel for their crews. At my room at last I enter and let the door close behind me. I discard the coat and walk directly to the bathroom. After a warming shower I emerge revitalised wearing the hotel robe and with a towel around my head in a neat turban. I am glad that I brought another dress with me. This one I saw at the airport and although expensive I couldn't resist it. The top was plain and accentuated my boobs nicely. The skirt fitted my hips perfectly and because of the lightness of the material it followed the curves of my bottom and just dipped inwards in the important places. The only problem was that it would be spoiled by the VPL. So a quick decision is made and despite the trauma of today I decide to go commando again. Two hours later my hair is washed, dried and looking better than normal and I have to put this down to the rain as the hotel shampoo is mediocre at best. I look at myself in the full length mirror and I have to smile because this little black number is truly stunning. I put on a pair of black patent leather high heels. I guess that Will and I will be about the same height now and leave the thought it at that. I put on my watch and note the time...8.35. I put in single pearl earings and a pearl necklace to finish off the effect. I grab my black pocketbook and door key and head for the bar. I can't help but catch a glimpse of my reflection in every mirror I pass. I feel good and I look good and I just cannot stop smiling. I am fashionably late, Mark and Annabel are talking next to the bar. I immediately eye her up and down to see if she compares. A quick checklist is ticked off as I run from the floor upwards: cheap shoes, thick ankles, white tights 'yuck,' dark blue dress, a bit heavy in the hips, boobs around her waist, hair up and pulling on her cheeks. No, I have absolutely no competition there. As I move up to them I kiss Annabel on the cheek and place a cool hand on her back. Then I kiss Mark who is wearing his usual suede jacket that has become shiny at the elbows and around the collar. I feel Annabel's eyes as she runs them up and down me. "I had no idea we were going anywhere posh tonight." She states, obviously to make me feel uncomfortable for making an effort. "You're right Annabel, looking at you two, I feel positively overdressed - perhaps I should run up and put on a pair of jeans and 'T' shirt?" I notice out of the corner of my eye that Will has been sitting some distance from the bar and is now heading towards us. "I'll just nip up and change, I won't be a minute." "Hi Danielle." His familiar voice rang out. "Oh dear too late." I shrug my shoulders and give a kind of wry grin to Annabel. I then introduce Will to my colleagues. "This is Will, my only friend in the whole of Manhattan. Will, this is Annabel my closest girlfriend and colleague and this is Mark our co-pilot." After the usual small talk covering hopping the pond and what do you do and all the getting to know you type of bull, where nobody is really listening, I ask, "So, do we know where the others are going?" "Villa Mosconi in the Village." Mark says. "We are going just around the corner to a really good steak house, I booked a table at nine - we're going be late, let's move guys, are you coming Will?" "If you'll have me?" "Oh goody, I'm starving." I am really pleased that Will is wearing a very nice lightweight suit. He hasn't gone overboard by wearing a tie and the striped blue and yellow lining inside his white shirt contrasts nicely against the dark grey of the jacket. His presence has semi-formalised the occasion and presented me with an excuse to stay exactly as I am. A Wet Weekend Ch. 01 "It's a shame you have to go tomorrow, I would have loved to take you to Patsy's restaurant on 56th. It's a family owned business that Sinatra used to frequent." "Maybe next time." We get to the steak house and I feel happy that the rain has stopped. It is not too full and has a nice friendly atmosphere. The owner greets Will, calling him Mr Hunting and suggests that we use a bigger table. He insists on waiting on us personally and suggests half portions rather than the large portions shown on the menu. He also lets us have a bottle of wine with his compliments. We are having a lovely dinner Mark and Will are talking aircraft, Annabel is looking a little bored and I cannot keep my eyes of Will. Every now and then he looks directly at me and I know that I want him. I long to be in that staff rest room naked again. I slip my shoe off and stretch my leg out until I feel his leg. I roll my foot down his shin. He doesn't even blink but I notice that Mark suddenly stops talking. I realise I have been rubbing the wrong leg. Mark looks directly at Annabel then continues with what he is saying. "I'm going to the little girl's room." "I'll come with you." We go to the restroom and do nothing more than check for green bits in our teeth and touch up any makeup. "Mark's really hot for you, you know." "I don't think so." "I know so." "How?" "He was looking at you earlier." "So?" "He started to run his foot up my leg." "Well he didn't run his foot up my leg." "It was while he was looking at you..." Annabel looks at me with a questioning tilt of the head. "Yes... ...he thought it was your leg." "Oh am I going to fuck his brains out." "Good girl." "You don't mind?" I smile at her and raise my eyebrows. "Will?" "Oh yes...and am I going to fuck...his...brains...out - high five sister?" "You're a bad girl Danielle." "And don't I know it." I hold my elbow out for Annabel to hold. "Shall we return?" She takes my arm and we return to the table triumphant and both grinning like cats that had got at the cream. They smile back at us both but they do not know why they are smiling. Smiling is infectious but it can also be a bit unnerving. Mark is wondering why Annabel is paying him so much attention then I think it slowly dawns on him that his secret footsy partner is her. They spend the rest of the evening flirting and I have the attention of Will for the first time that evening. I purposefully lean forward so that he can clearly see I have boobs. Not a single eye movement in that direction his eyes are fixed on mine the whole evening. That, I find is extremely unusual and I begin to wonder what team he's batting for. We get the bill which is split three ways upon my insistence and Will insists on putting up the tip, so we let him. We walk back to the hotel arm in arm and a few paces behind Annabel and Mark when Will, much to my surprise, whispers in my ear "are we gonna get naked?" Now, I know that Americans have a tendency to be more direct that the English but this is a frankness I am simply not used to. Just as we get near to the hotel Mark gets a call on his cell phone. "Hi Jim" he starts "Really...for how long? You've got to be kidding? What about the hotel" there is a pause ..."oh okay, and subsistence? Good...well we might as well meet up then." We are looking at Mark for some kind of hint of what is going on. "That was Jim. Iceland's popped a gasket and there's a thick cloud of ash preventing any flying at the moment." "How long for?" Annabel asks. "Indefinitely....let's face it, we're grounded until further notice." There is a flurry of activity as we grab for our cells. "No point in ringing home now girls" Mark chips in. "it's only about twenty to six there now. We may as well join the others" Will is looking at me and says "How about we do something interesting tomorrow?" "Would you like to join us and meet Jim the captain. He flies for fun too in an old biplane I am sure you will have lots to talk about." "Sure why not." He pauses for a moment in thought. "Look, why don't I pick you up tomorrow at about eleven and we'll go to my place for the day. Scrub that...bring an overnight case," then he whispers "make sure you bring your uniform." "I guess it's your place then?" "Yeah, since you ask, I have all the chains and whips there not to mention all the slippery stuff we will definitely need." "Slippery stuff?" "I said don't mention the slippery stuff." We jump into a taxi and go and meet the others. Just as I thought Jim and Will spend the evening talking about light aircraft. However under the table Will's hand is exploring my bare knees and ends up caressing my upper thigh to the point where I nearly cum. As his little finger comes in contact with my mound I let out a little shriek. Jim and Will both look at me briefly and then continue with their conversation. In the meantime I am trying to have a conversation with the others. Kas, one of the other members of the crew is taking long looks at Will between talking. I can see that she has designs on him but not if I can help it. "How did you two meet?" She asks. Having completely thrown the boat overboard, because now we are allowed to drink and drink we do, I reply. "I was wet and naked about ten blocks downtown and he helped me get dry." I tease. Kas giggles. "They usually try their damndest to get us wet." She adds and this sets all three of us off. I look at Will and he has definitely got me wet and I cannot wait to get something straight between us. But I have got to get him away from the guys because their talk of aircraft engines is enough to put anyone asleep. It is three in the morning before we leave the bar. After a brief and drunken discussion about where we are and which is north we eventually move. The streets are pretty empty but for the trash collectors. There is a faint smell of cigar in the air as Jim lights up. The conversation eventually dies and we walk silently up Lexington Avenue. I shiver a little as the cool night air descends on us. Will takes his jacket off and puts it around my shoulders. Then he puts his arm around me and we just enjoy each other's company in silence. Jim suggests that he knows a bar nearby and the others decide to join him. I make my excuses and Will offers to walk me back to the hotel. After the others leave Will suddenly and unexpectedly pulls me to him and kisses me full on the lips. I am so stunned at his actions I tense up momentarily. Then as I relax he takes my face in both hands and kisses my lips again more gently. I feel myself drifting again. I am jello in his hands and I just want to get horizontal. I can feel his excitement pressing against me and I wonder at its resilience. I could feel its cylinder rolling against my mound. I haven't dry humped since I was a teenager and I had forgotten what I had been missing all these years. If we didn't get interrupted by another trash truck I think we would have banged right there and then as I was having difficulty in getting enough air into my lungs while we play tonsil hockey with our tongues. I was most assuredly aroused by the time we reached the hotel. We waste no time getting to my room. He removes his jacket from my shoulders and lets it slip to the floor. We kiss hungrily and I start to undo his trousers. We haven't got much further than the threshold when he turns me pushes me face forward against the wall and pulls my skirt up past my waist. I could feel his hardness against me as he kisses my neck and feels my breasts through my dress. Then his hand slides down and pushes my legs apart. His finger soon finds my very wet vulva and a penetrating finger explores my inner heat. I open my legs further so that he can explore every part of me, pushing my lips aside and rubbing a wet finger across my button. His left hand darts upwards and underneath my dress until it reaches my stiffened left nipple. Then I feel the twitch of his erection against my bare ass. I lift my leg up and he enters. His thrusts are full, deep and powerful and I am slammed against the wall as he pumps at the very depth of me. It is all that I wanted it to be, it feels dirty, I ache inside for punishment and I am getting it with every pounding motion. I reach down and let my finger roll over my clit as he strokes my snatch with smooth deep penetrations, lifting me as it does so until I make my usual half grunt half sigh. I cum beautifully in long, almost painful, waves that make my hips convulse with pleasure. He pounds on until he suddenly stiffens and with his own verbal cue shoots his load. I feel the movement along his shaft as his penis expands and contracts with every moan he makes. He withdraws and his love juices mixed with mine leak out of my fuck-bucket and dribble down the inside of my leg; warm at first but turning cold and sticky as it slows and dries. Removing our clothes, we enter the shower together and allow the water to cascade over us as our body's touch. The water is hot and unlike earlier in the day the shower feels silky. I take handfuls of water and slosh it around my gaping pussy dipping my fingers inside as I do so. I start to wash his penis and before long I feel that he is cranking back up. I am interrupted as his head slides down my chest and he begins to bite my nipples. My hand begins to stretch as his manhood swells and becomes a stiffened rod once more. "Come with me." He says and takes my hand. He turns off the shower and leads me to the bed. He grabs a towel as we leave the bathroom and as we get to the bed he lays it down and pushes me onto it. He starts to kiss my lips then my neck, then he goes down to my heaving breasts and plucks at each nipple with his teeth. I know what's coming as he continues down across my mound and eventually to my snatch. He gently lifts my legs so that he can get full access to me. He begins to eat me and his tongue is exploring me fully. He sucks my clit and the shock waves pulsate up through my body to where my hands are gripping my breasts. I take each nipple and tug them hard as he thirstily laps my wet cunt. Then he passes his tongue all the way across my clit which makes me jump. He does this endlessly and the more I respond the harder he licks me. I am delirious with the pleasure he is giving me. I take my hands away from my tits and grip the bedcover as the feelings on and around my bud build to excruciating levels. I can feel the rolling of my bean beneath his tongue as it has now grown to the size of a Brazil nut and ultra sensitive. So sensitive in fact that I have to put my hands on his shoulders and push him back slightly. He immediately stops and my hips continue to spasm despite there being no stimulation. He continues to lap me but with gentler flicking motions with the end of his tongue. I am aware that this is going to be a big one. This is a tsunami and I feel it building deep within me. I know it will wash out of me like a torrent and drown anything in its path. I push him backwards as the first wave hits, followed by a second and third. The juices gush out with every muscle contraction within my pulsating vulva. Like a lifeguard he dives straight in and continues to suck and drink. His tongue enters me again as the fourth and last wave of cum juices wash past his face. He lowers my legs and starts to climb on top of me. By now I am far too sensitive for the penetration of his engorged cock. I hold it back from entering me and slide off the bed until I am in front of him on my knees. Taking his rod into my mouth I suck the bell-end and then run my tongue around it. Making a point I probe the end as far as I can and jiggle the inside with the tiny tip of my tongue. Then I take it further into my mouth deeper and deeper until I feel the end enter my throat. I decide there and then that I am going to give him the best blow-job he has ever had or is ever likely to pay for. Almost gagging at every thrust I know that he is ecstasy because he is moaning softly at each of my head movements. Eventually I feel him judder and a thick hot solution pounds into the back of my throat. I suck harder, my tongue couching his member and feeling every movement of ejaculate as it passes through its thin conduit. His penis is as tender now as my pussy and I slowly pull back off his spent rod until I can lick the last drips of cum off the end. We both say almost in unison "oh fuck." As we collapse on the bed. We both fall asleep and when I wake it is morning and he is gone.