0 comments/ 9178 views/ 0 favorites Meeting A Dear Friend Ch. 01 By: ShiningAndShannon You have no idea how badly I am looking forward to kicking back on my bed in the hotel room, ordering a movie and some room service. Eight hours of hell at work, followed by two hours in line at Greater Pitt, then an eight hour flight into Heathrow. Feels like it's 9:00 AM, tomorrow, and somehow, I still lost a day somewhere. The only thing that kept me going, through the entire 18 hours, was the thought that I would finally get to meet my good friend, and one of the sexiest ladies I know (at least in my mind), from online. We have corresponded via email and IM for the better part of a year, after meeting in an internet chat room, and it feels like I've known her all my life. Clearing customs, I see her in the crowd. At least I think it is her, having never met her. It might be the big sign she is holding, bold black letters on a yellow background, BUDDHA. I laugh as I walk over, thinking back to the night we met in ACN, that being my nick at the time. "Susan, I presume," I say, taking her in my arms to hug her for the first of what I feel will be many times this weekend. "Welcome to London, sweetie," followed by a quick kiss on the cheek, "I just know we're gonna have a blast for the next two days. I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of canceling your hotel reservation. You will be staying w/ The big guy and I." You can sense my apprehension even before I speak, but don't realize it is due to the fact that all I want to do is sleep. I explain that I haven't slept since 8 AM, yesterday by my time, and that if it's all the same, I'd rather just crash out in the hotel for now. "Nonsense, I've got it all covered. We'll get you home, feed you, get a bath and put you to bed for a couple of hours. That way, you should be ready to go out and boogie down with me by the time The big guy gets home from work. I have a great nite planned for the three of us, so you better be well rested by the time we go out." Your laughter spills out of you as we load my bags into your car. The ride home is pleasant and goes quickly with you pointing out landmarks and sharing some local history. Arriving at your place, you show me to the guestroom, and retire to the kitchen, to whip up some coffee and bagels for a light breakfast. I unpack and lay down on the bed, until the smell of fresh brewed coffee draws me to your side. Taking a mug from your hand, I slide my arm around you, kiss your cheek and thank you again for inviting me to visit. You know how much having someone to visit makes it easier for me to take a much-needed vacation. You muss my hair, slap my ass and say not to mention it, that's what friends are for. Breakfast finished, you take my hand and lead me to the bathroom. "Strip down to your skivvies, while I fill the tub. I'll give you a nice neck-and-shoulder rub before you climb in." Following orders, I am soon standing there in my boxers, the room filling with steam from the hot bath you have drawn. Slowly lowering my legs into the water, I sit on the edge of the tub so that you may massage my stiff neck and shoulders. Your hands do wonders as I feel all the stress and tension of the last week draining out of my body. Fully relaxed, I feel your hands slide down my sides until they are resting just above my boxers. Simultaneously, I feel your lips on the back of my neck and your tongue licking to my ear. "There you go, I think your ready for a nice long soak now. Why don't you get out of these and into the water. Or would you rather I help you out of them?" Slipping my shorts off, I slide into the tub, watching you leave the room. I can't believe I just said that I could manage ok by myself. Soon I slip into a half-conscious state, as my exhaustion combines with the steaming water to knock me out. I know I must be sleeping, because there you are again, standing in the doorway. This surely is a dream. You've changed from the jeans and sweater you wore to the airport, and are now dressed in a red, knee-length silk robe, tied at the waist. You come into the room, light a few candles and ask if you can join me. Not one to make the same mistake twice, I simply nod my head. Teasing me, you turn your back to me and slowly untie your robe. You slowly let it slide off your shoulders and drop to the floor. My first site of your slim athletic body, in all it's glory, takes my breath away. As you turn around and step into the tub, I offer you a hand and gently guide you down so that you are sitting between my legs, your back resting against my chest. My mind still reeling from the shock you've just given me, I ask if everything is cool, what with Your man and all. "It's all good Carl. He and I have an open relationship and trust each other. And besides, before he left for work this morning, I told him I was going to seduce you as soon as we got back from the airport. So you see, if we don't spend the rest of the day making love, you'll make a liar out of me, in the eyes of my partner, and you wouldn't want that, would you?" "Certainly not. Can't be driving any type of wedge between the two of you." I run my hands up and down your arms, spreading warm water over your soft skin. You take my hands and pull my arms around you, forcing a deep sensuous hug. I kiss the back of your neck as you lean back, my hands roaming across your belly and up to cup your sweet tender breasts, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. I trace the fingertips of one hand up and down the soft skin of your arm, as the other makes its way up to your face. I gently turn you to face me, our lips meeting in a sweet soft kiss. Turning more passionate, you slip your tongue between my lips and guide my hands back to your breasts. "Mmmmmmmm, yes, I like the way you touch me. Your hands feel so good on my body." Taking your cue, I slide one hand down to stroke your thighs, the other gently kneading the supple flesh of your breast. As I begin to toyingly pinch and pull on your now hard nipple, you turn in the tub, sliding one leg behind my back. Our kissing has now taken on an animalistic quality and you reach up and guide my mouth towards your breast. As I suck one hard nipple between my lips, your hands slip down over my shoulders and into my lap. There they find what you were looking for, and you slowly begin stroking my hard 8 inches. Again, following your lead, I allow my hands to drift up your thighs until I am running my fingers up and down the sweet folds of your neatly shaved pussy. Excitement causing my breath to come in ragged gasps, I ask if you'd like to move to a bedroom, before things go too far. As close as you are, it is all you can do to nod that it might be a good idea. Both our legs weak, we somehow manage to get out of the tub, dry off and stumble down the hall to my room. As we enter the room, I grab your arm, pull you to me and pick you up. You wrap you legs around my waist and I walk the rest of the way to the bed kissing you deeply. Gently, I lay you back on the bed and for a minute I just stand there and stare at your naked beauty. Kneeling at the end of the bed, I slowly begin kissing my way up your right leg. My hands slide up ahead of my lips, gently spreading your legs. Finally, you can take no more and reach out to pull my head up to your clearly excited pussy. Again, the site takes my breath away. I lean in and kiss the inside of your thigh, my fingers tracing your slightly parted lips, up and down. My tongue makes its way to where we both want it, and I lightly lick an entire circle around your pussy, finally licking up to your hard little clitoris. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, I gently flicker the tip of my tongue over your love button. A deep guttural moan escapes your lips as you press on the back of my head. You raise your hips off the bed trying to increase the pressure against your clit, but I pull away, wanting to prolong your pleasure. Reaching one hand up to caress your breasts, I take your throbbing clit between my lips and suck it into my mouth. My tongue races back and forth, up and down, and then in small circles. Sensing your need and desire, I slowly slide first one, then two fingers into your tight love canal, feeling you clench around them. I begin to rhythmically slide them in and out as you match my pace with your hips. Faster and faster I move my fingers, faster and faster my tongue traces circles around your clit. Your tightening stomach muscles tell me your orgasm is near, so I slow the pace of my tongue. My finger cease to move in and out and now remain deeply buried inside you. Twisting them around, I begin to apply slow steady pressure outwards, massaging the very center of your pleasure zone. Your gasp signals I have found the spot. As you build towards your release, you press my mouth tighter against your little bud, grinding your pussy against my invading fingers. Looking up, I catch your eyes just as the first wave hits. Your hips rise far off the bed and both hands fly to the back of my head. I keep the pressure on your magic spot and suck your hard little clit back into my mouth lightly nibbling on it. Wave after wave of pleasure course through your body, your head flying back and you begin to groan loudly. Wanting to taste your sweet cream, I pull my fingers out of your pussy and slide my tongue in their place. Locking my lips over you, I lick and suck all the joy juice now running from you. As you finally begin to come back to earth, you softly pull me up into your arms. I slip to the side, take you in a tight embrace and kiss you deeply, my cock sliding between your damp thighs. Tasting yourself on my lips, you moan again as a mini-O rolls gently through your pleasure centers. "That was amazing. I always knew you'd be an awesome lover, but never in my wildest fantasies did I dream it would be that good. Now it's my turn to take care of you." "Why don't we rest for a bit first," I say. "I still never got to take that nap you promised me, and if you enjoyed that half as much as it seemed, you could use a little breather as well." "Mmmmmmm, I guess your right." Turning around, you slip into a spoon position, pulling my arms tight around you. Reaching between your legs, you slip my still hard cock between the velvety smoothness of your thighs, and we drift off to sleep. TO BE CONTINUED . . . Meeting A Dear Friend Ch. 02 Waking from our nap, I turn you to face me and kiss you deeply. You can still taste yourself on my lips. The feeling of your breasts rubbing against my chest causes things to stir between us, and you giggle. "Looks like someone wants to play," you say, reaching down to stroke my hardness. Alas, there is no time for playing, as we are due to your friends at the club in 30 minutes. So instead, we settle for a quick grope session in the shower, our hands running all over each other's bodies as we gently wash away the glow of our earlier passion. With our bodies now clean, although dirty thoughts continue to rule our minds, we dress and head out the door, a night of fun and frolic awaiting us. Rendezvousing with your posse at the local watering hole, we grab a quick dinner and a couple of drinks to prime us for a night of, as you have promised, dancing and romancing. So far, I have enjoyed meeting all of your friends, but one lady in the bar has caught my eye. She's about 5'8" tall, has long curly brown hair, so dark it's almost black, hanging nearly to her waist. With the tight black dress she's wearing it is easy to see that she has one of the best bodies I've ever seen; nice firm breasts, a slim waist and legs that go all the way up. But the most striking feature is her eyes; they are deep blue, almost purple, and flash when she smiles. You catch me as I repeatedly glance her way. "See something you like over there?" "Yeah, do you know that lady standing at the end of the bar, all by herself? She's fuckin' amazing!!" "No, but I could in an instant. If you want me to, that is. Or you could grow a set and go talk to her yourself," you reply, nudging me with your elbow. "C'mon, you're in a totally foreign country. Who's gonna know if you strike out. For once in your life, go for it. 'Cause if you don't, I will." Knowing you're right, and that you will, I take a long sip of my Beam-N-Coke and walk down the bar. Sliding in next to this vision of beauty, I ask if she is with anyone and when she says no, offer to buy her a drink. We begin chatting and when she hears I am visiting from America, she asks who was so special that I flew across the ocean to see. I begin to explain things and turn to point you out. As we look your way, you flash a great big 'thumbs-up' at me, grinning from ear to ear. I turn back to my new friend, blushing. "Awwwwww, you're blushing, that's so cute. What was with the thumbs-up she just gave you?" I explain about how you basically had to threaten me to get me to talk to her, as I am a totally shy, pathetic loser around women, and she says, "Well I think you're doing just fine, why don't we go join your friends." "You're sure you don't mind? I hate to think I travel 3000 miles to get the nerve to talk to someone and then spend the entire night forcing her hang out with a bunch of strangers. And by the way, my names Carl." "I'm Sarah, nice to meet you Carl. And from what you've told me, I won't be the only one spending the entire night how'd you put it, 'hanging out with a bunch of strangers'. As a matter of fact, I will most likely have more to talk about with them than you do." We share a laugh as I lead her back down to the group and introduce her all around. She was right, and fits in perfectly, as if she's known these people all her life, while I am left listening in and talking mostly with you. The time has come for us to head out and get our groove on, so I ask if she would like to join us at the club. Much to my delight, she slips her arm through mine and says she'd love to. So, we all settle up our tabs, grab our coats and walk down the street, laughing and talking and running and skipping, generally carrying on like crazy folk. We get to the club and we all hit the dance floor. I spend all my time dancing with you and Sarah. Sometimes just you, sometimes just Sarah, but usually the three of us together. As the alcohol hits us, we get a little freer in our dancing, our bodies rubbing against each other. My mind flies back to that afternoon, and the combination of the two of you so close, and the mental images I am conjuring up, is too much for me. I pull you both close and kiss you, first you and then Sarah. She doesn't pull back, but rather leans in tighter and kisses back, her hands rubbing my back. I take a little rest, and you and Sarah dance together. Sitting at the bar, sipping a drink, I watch as the two of you bob and sway to the beat of the music, two beautiful women, having a good time. Before we know it, it's last call, time to call it a night. Surprisingly, I'm not at all tired. Guess that little nap did me a world of good. You suggest that we all head back to your place, as your man is working the overnight shift, and Hope is staying with your mum. Well, I know I'm going that way, and much to my pleasure, Sarah is game for 'hanging out' some more. We all have a laugh at her attempt at my Pittsburgh accent, and the three of us stumble our way back to your place. I have no idea what to expect once we get there, but know that my mind is reeling with the possibilities. I have one arm around you and the other around Sarah as we walk down the street. She rests her head on my shoulder and snuggles in against the chill in the air. Being a gentleman, I slip my jacket off and drape it over her shoulders. You gently pinch me and smile. When I look your way, you whisper in my ear, "Nice touch, you're better at this than you thought." Arriving at your house, I take drink orders and head to the kitchen. You and Sarah excuse yourselves to 'freshen up'. Returning to the living room, with a bottle of wine and some glasses, I find the two of you on the sofa, talking like old friends. I pour the wine and move to sit on the neighboring chair, but you slide over and pat the cushion between you, insisting that there is room for three. We sit and talk, and drink our wine, getting to know each other a little better. Sarah keeps asking questions about how we met, and when we tell her we met through an Internet chat room, and actually just met in person that afternoon, she is amazed. She can't believe that two people can know each other as well as we seem to after only really spending one day together. We both do our best to explain that the chats, and the IM after that, are almost like the real thing, like talking on the phone. She becomes a little hesitant, but I can see she is still curious about something, so I ask her what's on her mind. "Well, I've heard about these chat rooms, and I guess I'm just curious if you two ever, you know . . ." We both look at each other and begin to laugh. "You mean did we ever have 'cybersex'?" "Odd as it may seem, no we didn't. It was more like a mentor relationship when we met. I had just broken up with my girlfriend, and Susan was a great friend and confidant, when I really needed one. It seemed so much easier to talk about the breakup with someone who could be anyone, than with my crew at home, and from there we just started talking about this and that and the other, until it felt like I had known her my whole life. Don't get me wrong, after the first couple of months, I really wanted to get intimate with her, but it just never felt right, you know what I mean?" "Yeah I guess I do, but I just thought from how close you two are and the kissing and everything that you two had been intimate." We laugh again, and you say, "Well, I guess I can answer that one. Let's just say it didn't take us long on this honeymoon to consummate the relationship." "I thought so, and was it everything you both thought it would be?" In unison, we reply, "Better!!," and all three of us fall together, laughing. "Well sweetie," you say looking me in the eye, "I guess you're not quite as good at this as I thought earlier, so it seems to be up to me to get things started." With that you lean in and kiss me passionately, one hand caressing my face, the other gently guiding Sarah in. Breaking our kiss, you turn my face to Sarah, and I kiss her with the same passion. A little confused, I look into your eyes and see mischief. You lean over me and, pulling Sarah's face to yours', kiss her gently. When she responds by running her hand up your arm, I know that something magical is going to happen. "Sarah," you say, "would you like to spend the night with us?" "I thought you'd never ask," she replies, turning to kiss me once again. Kissing her back, I let my hands run up her back and, finding the zipper to her dress, slowly unzip it. I can feel your hands unbuttoning my shirt, and then my pants. You stand up and move behind Sarah, your hands running down her sides to the hem of her dress. Slowly you pull it up and over her head, gently lying across the back of the sofa. Her hands have taken the place of yours, as she moves to straddle my lap, stroking me through my boxers. We both look up at you, standing there in the middle of the room. You begin to slowly sway with the music playing, your hands now roaming over your own body. Sensing the show you are about to put on for us, I gently slide Sarah beside me and slip out of my pants and shirt. We are both caressing each other through our underclothes, as we watch you perform a slow sensual strip-tease. First you slowly undo each last button on your blouse, holding it closed with your hands as you go. Turning your back to us, you drop the blouse first off one shoulder, then the other. We can clearly see that you are not wearing a bra, and after you finally drop the blouse completely and turn around, Sarah gets her first look at your breasts. You sensually shimmy up you us, first rubbing your breasts in my face, then sliding over to give her the same treatment. As I reach out to caress them, you slap my hand away, shaking your finger at me, telling me to wait. You dance back to the middle of the room, and spinning around, begin to slide your skirt down over your hips. Slowly, ever so slowly, you slide it down your long sexy legs, revealing the garter belt and stockings you have worn for the night on the town, the matching black lace panties. You bend deeply forward, accentuating the sweet curve of your ass, glancing back between your legs and smiling at us. You stand and turn back around, drop to a crouch, and crawl across the floor to us, catlike. As if your hands were claws, you climb our legs, one hand on mine, the other on Sarah's, until you are kneeling between us. I pull you to me and kiss you, my hands reaching up to caress your breasts, only to find Sarah's there before me. Again, you break our kiss and lean over to Sarah, guiding her lips first to yours, then to your breast. Your hands reach behind her and unfasten her bra, freeing her breasts. They are every bit as nice as I imagined when I first saw her earlier that night. The site of your long red nails, scraping across her milky flesh, is too much for me. Rising from the sofa, I guide you to my seat. Not wanting to leave your breast, Sarah rolls off the couch and kneels between your spread thighs. You reach down and begin to gently pinch and knead her breasts as she licks nips and suckles on yours. You drop your head back on the sofa and softly moan. Coming up behind Sarah, I begin caressing her back. Starting at her neck, I slowly work my way down to massaging my way to her ass, my lips following the path of my hands. I slide my hands under the silky fabric of her panties, one finger tracing the cleft of her ass, reaching under to feel how wet she is, how excited she is. I lie down beneath her and pull her panties to the side, exposing her cleanly shaven pussy. Drops of her nectar have collected on her lips, and my fingers gently spread these around, sliding up and down her slit. I reach out my tongue and slide the tip slowly up and down her lips, now sliding between them. My hands caress and squeeze the cheeks of her ass. Pulling one hand back to her pussy, I spread her lips, exposing her little bud. I flick my tongue over it, eliciting a low moan from her lips. Knowing what caused her moan, you smile and tell her she should lie back on the couch and enjoy this. You pull her to her feet, help her out of her panties and push her back onto the couch. I kiss my way up her legs, spreading them as I go. Resuming my place between her thighs, I continue to lick and suck on her sensitive clit, while running my fingers up and down her lips. She moans louder and reaches out, pulling my mouth tighter to her. As I slide the first finger into her moist pussy, I feel your hands run down my back, pulling off my boxers. You kneel behind me and knead my ass with one hand, as the other slides around and begins to stroke my cock. "MMMMMMMM, this feels even bigger than this afternoon. I can't wait to get my mouth on it." So saying, you take the position I so recently filled, and I feel you tongue lick from my balls to the head, then your lips slide all the ways back down. I groan into Sarah's pussy. Sarah is now nearing the point of no return. She begins to pinch and squeeze her own nipples, pulling them to her mouth to flick her tongue over them. I work a second finger into her tight hole and begin to slowly increase speed. Faster and faster my fingers move in her pussy. Deeper and deeper. She now is grinding against my tongue and hand, her hips thrusting off the couch and a soft whimper escaping her lips. As she builds towards her orgasm the whimper becomes first a moan and then finally a long wailing cry as wave after wave of pleasure course through her body. Both her hands hold my mouth tight over her pussy, her juices flooding my mouth. Coming back down, she slides down and joins you on the floor. The two of you push me up onto the couch, saying that after all the pleasure I've given both of you today, it's time for me to have some release. I've never had two women working on my cock before, and tell you, "as good as this feels, it won't be long now." You take turns, one sucking and licking up and down my shaft, the other licking my balls. With Sarah's mouth on my balls, and my stiff cock deep in your mouth, I let out a loud yell and let you both know that this is it. You just continue to suck on my head, your tongue flying around and around, one hand stroking faster and faster, until finally I can take no more and unleash my cum into your waiting mouth. Sarah releases my balls and helps you pump my cock, until you have milked me dry. I lie back exhausted, one hand reaching out to caress each of your faces, as you kiss, sharing my seed. I pull you both onto the couch with me, one on each side and we caress and cuddle each other until we regain our strength. Slowly, we realize what a mess we have made of each other and we all begin to laugh. You suggest a group shower, so we all get up and walk off to the bathroom. Running the water good and hot, we all crowd in. The closeness of the space and the sensation of the water and hands running all over the three of us, replenishes the passion we feel . . . But that's a story for another day. Meeting A Dear Friend Ch. 03 As the hot water washes over the three of us, our hands wander. I can feel yours on my back and Sarah's running over my chest. Closing my eyes, I bask in the pleasure of four female hands caressing my skin. Once you have thoroughly scrubbed every inch of my body (seems a certain six inches got most of the attention), you and I turn our attention to our guest. We switch positions so that you are in front of her and I am behind. As the two of you share a deep tender kiss, I gently massage Sarah's shoulders and neck, working my way down her back, my soapy fingers both cleansing her skin and relieving all tension. Slowly I work my way back to her shoulders and then work first one arm then the other. At the same time you have washed and kneaded her from neck to waist, spending extra time and attention on what we have learned are an almost perfect set of 36C breasts. Rinsing them off, you lean down and suck one erect nipple between your lips, biting it gently, and you pinch and tweak the other. Sarah responds by running her hands down to cup your ass, pulling your bodies tight against one another. I come up tight behind her, kissing and nibbling on her neck, my shaft pressing into the cleft of her ass. I reach a hand down between your bodies, but find that you have beat me to my target. You already have several fingers buried deep in Sarah's love passage and your thumb caresses her hard little clit. Rising to your tip-toes, you kiss first Sarah and then me, whispering, "You've already gotten to taste this sweet thing, now it's my turn." With that you kiss her once more and allow your tongue to trace a path down her throat, past her breasts, across her stomach, to her clean-shaven snatch. As your tongue begins to dance along the folds of her pussy, she pulls my hands to her breasts and raises one leg to the rim of the tub to give you easier access. This allows her to reach behind her and reposition my cock between her legs, sticking out parallel to her opening, and you take your free hand and begin stroking it. All the sensations, are becoming too much for us all, with Sarah having cum repeatedly on your fingers and tongue and you and I both in much need of similar release. I decide that it is finally time to get what I have always wanted; what I have traveled over 3000 miles for. Reaching a hand down and running my fingers through your hair, I grab a handful and coax you to a standing position. "I want you, now! I have waited long enough and if I don't get to fuck you, right now, I'm gonna go nuts." So saying I reposition us so that Sarah is sitting on the edge of the tub and you are standing before her, facing her, with your back to me. I come in tight behind you, running my hands all over your body. My cock nestled between your ass cheeks; I turn your face to me and kiss you deeply. My other hand is busy between your thighs. Sarah watches us, her hand running between her own thighs, continuing what you have begun. Seeing this, I push you forward, bending at the waist, instructing you that you should continue to 'assist our guest' as I take care of our needs. You don't need to be told twice and dive directly back into Sarah's sweet pussy, your ass waving enticingly in front of me. Ohhhhh, that sweet, sweet ass. Since we first met online it has been a dream of mine. The early pictures that you sent to me always turned me on. The one on the kitchen table, on all fours, your skirt teasingly pulled up, always could guarantee a wonderful late night fantasy session. And now here it is, right in front of me. I rest a hand on either cheek and gently rock my hips, causing my cock to slide up and down the crack of your ass. I reach under you to roughly grab a breast, pinching and pulling at your nipple while you thrust your hips back. Dropping to my knees, I spread your legs, lean in and run my tongue from your clit to your tight puckered ass. You moan deep in your throat, and thrust back again. Kneading your cheeks and spreading them, I continue to rim your ass while you reach between your legs and begin friggin' your clit. Knowing that you're close, I decide to up the ante. I run my tongue to your clit and suck it between my lips, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. At the same time, I slip a finger into your backdoor, sliding it slowly in an out, until you scream out in climax, gushing into my mouth. Your orgasm triggers another in Sarah, and her moans join yours. Claiming exhaustion, she wraps a towel around her waist and walks off to the bedroom. You and I, on the other hand, are just getting warmed up. Still behind you, I stand up and force you against the wall. My one hand caressing your ass, kneading your cheeks, the other reaching around to play with your breasts. Turning you around, I pull your right leg up over my arm. I kiss you deeply, passionately and ask if you are ready. "More ready than I've ever been for anything in my whole life," you reply. You reach down and position the head of my cock at the entrance to your love canal. Thrusting up, I slowly slide my full six inches in, as I stare into your eyes. Your arms wrap around me pulling me close, and you whisper in my ear, "Just hold it there, don't move. I just want to enjoy the full feeling." After several minutes in which we simply look in each other's eyes, I slowly begin sliding in and out of your tight pussy. Harder and faster, deeper and deeper, I thrust my cock. Reaching around to caress your ass, I pick you up, the force and passion of our fucking pinioning you to the wall. I fell your pussy tighten around my cock as yet another orgasm rolls through you. I set you down and turn you to face the wall again. You lean forward and brace yourself against the wall as I slide my penis back into you, from behind this time. "Oh god, I can't believe how good this feels," I moan as I continue to slide in and out, in and out. Playfully, I smack your ass as I fuck you, leaving a red handprint on the snowy white skin. Again, on the other side, then three in a row, quickly, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This only proves to excite you more and you begin slamming your hips back into mine, matching my tempo. Knowing that I won't last much longer, I grab your hips, pull you back firmly against me and bury to the hilt. Wanting you to cum with me, I reach around and begin rubbing your clit. First, small circles, then taking it between my thumb and finger pinching it, pulling on it. As your orgasm hits, your pussy tightens again around my cock and that is all I can take. I feel my cum boiling through my cock to paste the walls of your pussy, gobs and gobs of thick cum. Neither of us has the strength to stand so we fall back into the tub, you on my lap, my arms around you holding you close, my softening cock still firmly planted inside you. After awhile, we recover enough to rinse off and stumble, naked, to the bed, where we climb in on either side of the sleeping Sarah and drift off to sleep. Meeting A Dear Friend Ch. 04 Sarah is the first to awaken, and her movements in the bed wake me. She explains that she really has to get moving since she needs to be at work in an hour. You wake as she is getting dressed. She comes back to the bed and kisses you good-bye, thanking you for the great time last night, her hand slipping between your thighs for one last feel. I get up and pull on some boxers to walk her to the door. "I'm so glad you came over to talk to me at the bar last night," she says as I pull her close and caress her ass. "I was feeling pretty low due to a recent breakup, you and Izzy were just what I needed at the time. Thanks for making me feel desirable again." "You are so much more than just desirable, I'm just glad Izz talked me into it. Here's the number here at the flat, and Izzy's cell, why don't you give us a call later when you get off work? Maybe we can all get together again before I have to head back to the States." "You sure she won't mind? I'd think she would want you to herself considering you came all this way to meet her." "Trust me, if the day goes like I think, she'll be more than ready for some additional company by the end of the day," I say with a chuckle. After making you promise to call, I kiss you tenderly, squeeze your luscious ass and see you out the door. After stopping by the kitchen to brew some coffee and grab some fresh fruit and whipped cream, I make my way back to the bedroom. You still haven't moved since I left, so I strip off my boxers and climb back under the covers with you. Feeling the bed shift with my weight, you stir and curl up next to me. I kiss your shoulders and hand you a mug of coffee. As we sip our coffee and share some fruit, I ask about your plans for me during the day. "Well, I just figured we'd play it as we go. To be honest, I wasn't sure the physical attraction would be as strong as the one we established on-line, so I didn't want to plan on anything specific. Now I'm glad I didn't plan a day of sight seeing and tours, think we might just have to stay right here all day." "I think that sounds like a great way to pass the time. But isn't Kevin due home soon?" "Shit, maybe I can still catch him at work. I'll ask if he can't give us the rest of the day until dinnertime, his mum lives near where he works and he sometimes just crashes there anyways after working doubles. I'll be right back." You climb out of bed, grab your robe and head out to call. About ten minutes later you return with an additional bowl of fruit, mostly strawberries, and some chocolate sauce. "I caught him just before he walked out. He's gonna visit his mum, and will call us around 6ish to see if we're ready for some dinner. So, that gives us about ten hours to fill as we see fit." "I don't think we'll have any problem keeping ourselves busy," I say as I pull you back to bed. You take a strawberry, dip it in the chocolate and pop it in your mouth. Partially chewing it, you lean over and kiss me deeply, sharing the sweet flesh of the berry with me. I ease you back on the bed, reach across you and grab another berry. First some chocolate, then a little of the whipped cream I brought in earlier, and I am ready to feed you. Teasingly, I taunt you bringing the berry almost to your lips then pulling it back. Instead, I move it down and use it to draw a circle of sweet creamy goodness around your right nipple, leaning down to lick it off and then eat the berry. As I bite into it, the juice pours over your breast. Again my mouth finds your hard nubbin, sucking and licking up the sweet flavor of the berry and then remaining to savor the taste of you. You grab another berry and squeeze and mash it over your other breast, guiding my lips there to repeat the process. Forgoing the fruit, I simply dip my fingers in the bowl of chocolate and begin to draw pictures on you belly, taking the time to slowly 'erase' them with my tongue. My next masterpiece is drawn across your thighs, but before I can continue, you pull me up and roll me over explaining that it's your turn to 'draw'. You push me onto my back and use your fingers to draw a series of concentric circles around each of my nipples and my navel with chocolate. You then fill in the gaps with the whipped cream, creating a trio of bulls-eyes on my torso. The sight of my erect prick pointing directly at the lowest of the three gives you an idea and you jump from bed to go grab your cameras. Adjusting the lighting, you snap off several pictures of my decorated body, both color and black and white. Setting the cameras aside, you climb back in bed and begin to slowly lick up all the creamy goodness from my nipples, biting them when you reach the center of each circle. The whole time you are also stroking my cock, explaining that you are going to try to 'hit the target' on my belly. The combination of your tongue and teeth on my chest, and hands on my cock and balls, produces the desired effect and I erupt through your fingers, the first shot landing perfectly in the center of your target. As the last drops of semen settle on my lower belly, you once again grab your cameras and take a few 'after' shots. You then finish cleaning me up, savoring the salty sweetness of the combination of chocolate/whipped cream and my cum. Of course, this brings my little fellow back to attention, and I am eager to return the favor and bring you to orgasm. You push me away, explaining that we have all day, and should get cleaned up a little better than our tongues have done so far. So, we take a quick shower, dry off and climb back into bed, refreshed and ready to continue. I take a few moments to clear away the dishes from breakfast, grab a cup of ice cubes and rejoin you in bed. Spying the ice, you inquire what my plans are. I merely smile and, taking a silk scarf from your dresser, climb behind you and blindfold you. Knowing you can trust me explicitly, you allow me to tie first your right then left wrists to the corresponding bedposts. I kiss you tenderly, whispering that you should just relax and enjoy. I grab an ice cube. Hearing the clink against the glass, you shiver in anticipation. I start at you lips, gently rubbing the cold cube across them. You tongue flicks out to lap the resultant drops away and I lean in and kiss you. I continue, moving the ice to the hollow of your throat, allowing a small puddle to form, which I promptly lick up. Moving from your side, to a position between your legs, I raise one ankle to my shoulder and run the next ice cube up the length of your calf, pausing behind your knee, then running it on up, switching to the outside of your leg and ending up at the crease of your thigh. Leaving the remains of that cube there, I repeat the process on your other leg, again leaving the remains where they lay. I place both your feet flat on the mattress, your knees elevated and thighs spread wide. My next target with a fresh cube is your belly button. I slowly pass the ice around it allowing another puddle to form. Kissing first to the right, and then left, of your excited pussy, finally removing the icy chips left from teasing your legs. Moving up, I lap the puddle from your navel, then lick straight to your lips, planting a deep kiss. You can feel my stiffness pressing into you and try raising your hips to slip me inside, but I quickly move away. You are panting in you desire, but I am not quite ready to offer you full release. I grab two more cubes from my glass and this time focus my attention on your breasts. You moan and pull on your restraints as I roll the ice around and around your small firm mounds. Your gumdrop nipples harden and collect small drops on the very tips. The sunlight pouring through the nearby window glints off these drops and I decide that this is my turn to photograph you. Grabbing the camera with black and white film, I snap several quick shots of you there in the sun, tied to the bedposts with the melted ice sparkling. It is now time for my final surprise. While I lick and suck on your ice-hardened nipples, I take the last cube from the glass and run it along your stomach, lower and lower, until I finally reach the well trimmed patch of hair above your sweet passion pit. I pause there, allowing a little to melt and the drops to run through your pubes and down your lips. Then, as you moan and shiver, I slide the ice over your hard clitoris and slip it within your tight pussy. A slight orgasm rolls through your body as the ice melts inside you, and before it subsides, I move above you. Once again kissing you, I slide the full length of my cock inside your tight cunt, the heat radiating from it in sharp contrast with the freezing ice cube just applied. You immediately are gripped by a powerful orgasm, locking your legs around my hips, holding me in place buried to the hilt. As you recover, you ease the grip of your legs, allowing me to rise to my knees between your thighs. Spreading your legs wide, I grab your hips and rock you back and forth on my cock, my thumb reaching out to stroke your clit. You are now almost frantic in your desire to be free of your restraints, begging me to untie you. You have the rhythm going with the rocking of your hips, so I reach up and slip my fingers into your mouth. You eagerly suck on them, like little cocks, coating them with your saliva. Using this lubrication, I tease your hard nipples and then your clit again. Sensing another orgasm approaching, I shift so that I am full stretched above you, sliding my cock harder and harder into your tight cleft. Just as I feel you start to cum again, I reach up and untie your wrists. You throw your arms and legs around me, pulling me close, and kiss me. Your tongue dancing in my mouth, I ram my prick into you one last time and orgasm myself. As gob after gob of hot cum fill your snatch, we fall exhausted to the bed. I reach up and remove the blindfold and take your face in my hands. I kiss your cheeks and the forehead; then again move my lips to yours. I thank you for having the trust in me to allow me to tie you up, and you thank me for helping you to explore your submissive side. The last thing I do before climbing under the covers for a nice long nap is to grab the camera and take one final shot of you. I think we'll call that one "Satisfaction"!