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My Escape to London Ch. 01

By: sarah_siddons



My move to London was the start of a great adventure.

I had been house-sitting in Cornwall for the past few months. It's a job I normally enjoyed but my last place of residence was a nightmare. The location was ideal, as were its grounds, but the building itself had dark satanic undertones which were slowly getting to me, plus there were a few other things I was running away from; it's not that I was a coward, just very venerable at that particular moment.

Through father's contacts I've now got myself a little place in Marylebone, again I'm house-sitting but what a difference, it may look an old mews house from the outside but the interior as been exquisitely furnished; I love the freedom that I have and as for the night life its excellent, only thing I found depressing though was travelling on the underground.

I've managed to get myself a temporary job in a retail store close to Charing Cross station and the quickest way there is via the underground. I did walk home one evening and it took me over two hours, too many shops and other distractions, so now I always use the 'tube'.

My usual hours clash with the 'rush hour' so I usually have to stand; since its only 4 or 5 stops I don't mind standing but being only 5'4" it isn't easy holding on and keeping one's dignity, so I always try and rest my body against a bulkhead, screen or if possible hang on to one of the stanchions.

For about two weeks I ran the daily gauntlet of 'the rush hour', the wandering hands, and the personal invasion of umbrellas and other objects of a cylindrical nature, you girls know what I'm on about, don't you. It was over this period I tried using various carriages, then just as I was about to give up something happened that changed my whole life. It occurred coming home one evening; I had just managed to capture a handhold on one of the stanchions forming a screen for the aisle seats, when the train suddenly jolted I was thrown onto the lap of a rather elegantly dressed elderly man.

The quickest way to describe him is as a Michael Parkinson look-alike; I quickly offered my sincere apologises, straighten myself up, and thought nothing of it. The following evening quiet unintentionally I boarded the same carriage and there he was, thinking nothing of it I grabbed my place on the stanchion and anticipating the jolt hung on tightly, several other people got on at the next stop; determined not to loose my position I clung on tight and allowed myself to be rolled around the stanchion so I now faced the old gent, who just sat there liking into oblivion as most of us do using the 'tube'. As the train accelerated away from the station I became aware of a rubbing sensation between my legs. Looking down I saw the old man was holding a Derby Cane between his legs with its handle nestling neatly between my thighs. Sensing my anger he just looked up and smiled; what was I to do? The train was too crowded to move away, if I complained people would only laugh at me, so I said 'sod it, its only for a couple of minutes or so, let the old man enjoy his fun' so for the next few stops I just let it remain there.

Over the coming days the old man and I developed a sought of unspoken relationship, him with his cane, me with my sensitive clit, I no longer blushed, just glowed, often wondering how far this could go, thinking that....... Suddenly the train stopped in-between stations and the lights went out, leaving the carriage illuminated by the exceedingly dim emergency lighting.

Plunged into almost total darkness, some passengers stifled a scream then started chatting nervously, hoping to get things moving. Soon my thoughts were interrupted by a movement, something I sensed rather than felt. I reached down slowly, tentatively, and wasn't at all surprised to feel the warmth that radiates from human skin.

When our hands met, it was that of the old man's, thin, gnarled yet very warm; I felt the slightest tremor run through him, knowing that the lights could come on at any second, I briefly held my breath.

Rotating his hand so the palm was facing up, he used his index finger to find my zip, and then as softly as he could, he parted my jeans, hooked his finger over my excuse for panties, and gently stroked the fine gossamer of my pubes before entering my warm, exceedingly moist and welcoming pussy. I began cumming the moment he entered me, and by the time his thumb had reached my clit, I was pushing myself through barrier after barrier of pleasure. Oh! God how I wished I could cry out, to show the old man my appreciation, but alas it was not to be.

An announcement over the intercom warned us that the delay shouldn't be for too much longer. With his finger resting on my perineum and his thumb working its way into my pussy, he gently pushed forward, past no-man's land and onto my anus, where he very gently crooked his finger and pushed it past my last line of defence, his efforts were rewarded with wet violent contractions as I came. The most impressive thing of all was this was carried out in almost total silence.

Still, with not a word being said, he extricated himself, wiped his hands on a handkerchief before stuffing it inside my panties, located my zip and returned everything back to normal.

For me, a man frigging me has always been a poor substitute to the real thing, but this was different. He was gentle, insistent yet soft. I can't describe the feeling I had during one of the most intense orgasm of my life.

We still hadn't spoken when the lights flicked on throughout the carriage and the driver announced that we were on our way once more. I was aware of some inquisitive looks coming from passengers in seats nearby, but it didn't bother me in the slightest. If I was going to be known as 'that girl' from now on, then so be it, I'd earned such a nickname in a truly triumphant fashion. Arriving at my station the old man looked up at me and smiled; in return I mouthed 'Thank You' and blew him a brief kiss before quickly alighting from the train. That evening I walked home in a daze, did that just happen or was it a dream?

The following day was a Saturday, giving me the whole weekend to mull over my thoughts and say a proper thank you to the old man. I really beginning to enjoy my weekends in the city, for being a country girl I never realised London had so many public parks and open spaces. Living so close to Regents Park it became a regular habit of mine to spend a few hours there, with or without my laptop composing letters to send to Chris or father, for now I could be in regular contact with my lovers, telling them how I spent my week and so on.

Sat in the private garden at the back of the mews enjoying the early autumn sunshine I decided to write to Chris about what finally happened between me and the old man, how at first I resented his actions, but then began to enjoy his company for London is a lonely place for a single person, ok there's plenty to do but it costs, the same goes for its nightlife, the clubs, theatres and cinemas.

On Sunday, bored with staying at home, I topped up my 'Oyster card' and decided to go to Kew Gardens, where I must have spent atleast 4 hours, before making my way to the 'Thames' to return home via a river cruise to Westminster Bridge then the tube from Waterloo to Marylebone. All-in-all I must have be away from home for about 11 hours, all I do know was I was extremely tired and just hit the sack when I got in.

Come Monday morning it was time for work, feeling adventurous I wore a demure black skirt about 6" above the knee and a white blouse with the top two buttons undone, and as it was autumn my blue puffer which I wore open.

I got on the tube and as it was rush hour I had to stand, I stood near several guy's in suits, forced into holding one of those handles hanging from the roof the best I could; it wasn't easy holding on and keeping my dignity, not that I minded the guy sat down in front of me, blatantly looking at my legs and sliding down to see if he could see anymore, so I turned round and showed him my back, I tried to manage a fart but nothing came of it; now I was facing a 'suit' who was about 6 feet tall, with two more either side of me, talking to him as best they could in a crowded tube.

Soon I felt something moving along my stomach and realised it was a hand, I tried to pull back but there was no room, with my shopping bag in one hand and the other one keeping me upright, I was defenceless, a 'suit' in front of me was reading a folded newspaper, which covered my face so I couldn't even see who the hand belonged to, slowly it moved up to my breasts, I looked left and right, but nobody was taking any notice of me or seemed to care what was happening.

I felt first one blouse button being undone and then another; after a short while the hand was on my breast, seeking my nipple then began to softly stroke it. Here I betrayed my innocence, I began to be turned on, to the delight of the intruder my nipples rapidly hardened with every stroke, the confused look on my face turned to one of resignation, there really wasn't anything I could do to stop this happening without falling over; the train started to slow and the hand withdrew from my person, once the train stopped a group of people got off including the three 'suits'.

I was left standing there, arm in the air, my blouse unfastened and showing more than I wanted, I must have been in shock because I didn't move, the train jolted as it pulled away shaking me back to life. My station was next, I got off the train, re-arranged my clothing and as I was a little early went to the café and ordered a latte, and while I drank I thought about what had happened on the train. God it had really turned me on, I had to admit that not knowing who it was, made it even more exciting, and yes, I have to admit I enjoyed it, and I would like it to happen again, yes; in fact I began looking forward to tonight and my elderly gentleman.

That evening I watched my train come in and there he sat, attempting to board the same carriage, a fat bitch pushed past me and grabbed my usual place; 'Fucking move on down' I swore openly, the old man heard my cussing, looked at me through the side screen and smiled. All through my journey I clung on to the stanchion hoping she would move down the car but it was not to be.

With my station approaching fast I felt something being slipped into my hand, looking down at the old man I saw him nodding as if to say 'take it', with the train stationary and the doors about to open I slipped the piece of paper into my pocket, blew him a kiss and stepped off the train. That evening I walked home in a rage, I called that woman no bitch every name under the sun; too 'pissed-off' to cook I stopped at the local Thai takeaway and ordered a meal for one, something hot and fiery to match my temper, I was that angry and impatient I even paid for it to be delivered.

Arriving home I quickly changed into my 'scruffs' and was about to sit down when I remembered the scrap of paper the old man had forced into my hand, having retrieved it, I opened it carefully, there hand written in neat copper-plate was the following:-

My dear blonde elfin, I shall call you that since I do not know your true name. It has been a couple of weeks since we first met, but we're form such an important part in each other's lives. Many people may not understand how deeply we feel about each other, but I think of you every minute of the day, every second of my existence. It gives me great pleasure to know that you are here in my life. Thank you for bringing joy and understanding to my life, and for being a silent but true partner. If you are not offended by this letter, please give me a ring on 020 72xx xxxx, so I can get to know you better. Yours, Jonathan

With that I just sat down and cried, how lonely must this old man be to write me such a lovely letter; how long I sat and re-read that letter I'll never know, for it took the delivery of my takeaway to bring me out of my trance.

Quickly I answered the door where I literally snatched the bag from the delivery boy then slammed the door shut, in a distance I heard a 'And fuck you too' as I ran upstairs thinking of all my options; Do I ring him, has he eaten, where's somewhere safe to meet, finally the one which makes every woman panic, what shall I wear.

With my mind made up I picked up the phone and dialled the number; Brr...Brr...Brr and so it went on; just as I was about to hang up a deep resonant voice repeated the number I had just dialled. For several seconds I just gasped then uttered something completely incoherent; pulling myself together I finally asked if that was Jonathan and so our conversation started.

"We missed our tête à tête today; I so much wanted to know your name?"

"It's Sarah"

"What a wonderful name, have you lived in London long?

"No, I've only just moved up, I'm house-sitting for a friend." And so it went on until a rumbling in my stomach broke my train of thought and I asked Jonathan if he had eaten, lucky he said "No" so having agreed we both liked oriental food we decided to meet a restaurant he used frequently, which was quiet nearby. Being a woman I asked him about our dress code, to which he replied 'Just be yourself, you'll know what to wear;' and left it at that. Oh how I loved listening to his voice, it was a deep resonant voice, very similar to that of Richard Burton's, who's renditions of Under Milk Wood and The War of the Worlds, I absolutely adore.

In record time I was showered, dressed and on my way to Melcombe Place, my 'first date' since I married Chris, whom I neglected to tell about during my conversation with Jonathan. Upon my arrival at the restaurant I was ushered into the waiting area, where after ordering a drink I sat anxiously waiting for 'my date' to arrive. After about 15 minutes Jonathan arrived, his dress was fairly modern considering his age, slacks, loafers, open-necked shirt with cravat, signalling me to remain seated he came over, took my free hand and placed the gentlest of kisses on my knuckles. Stood beside him, we must have seemed a funny couple, for Jon as he liked to be called must be at least 6 foot tall and fairly broad at the shoulders whilst I'm a petite size 4 - 6.

For the next two hours, we chatted away like an old married couple, when I told him I was married, he had already assumed that there was someone special, I learnt he was 63, an Articles Clerk for some law firm near Lambeth and had lost his wife about 10 years ago. The house where he lived was his until he sold out to a property developer who converted it to apartments and now lived there rent free 'in perpetuity'.

As the evening drew to a close, we laughed about today's incident on the train; how he had heard my exclamation and how he avoided antagonising the woman with his cane. I asked him about the cane and to my surprise, for all the years he had travelled on the tube I was his first victim; he had often thought about it but never had the courage until that eventful evening.

With the restaurant waiters becoming increasingly impatient we called it a day, Jon being the proper gent offered me his arm and insisted that he escorted me home even though it was a couple of minutes away. Once outside my front door, he gently placed both his hands on my shoulders then placed the gentlest of kisses on my cheek, he stayed, stood at my doorstep until we said goodnight and I was safely indoors.

Come Monday morning the 'cycle of existence' began again: I would join the 'herd' on my way to work, be dutiful during the day, make sure I finished on time to catch 'our train', then stand in front of Jonathan, hoping for the lights to go out as his cane slowly masturbated my pussy. For a whole week this robotic way of life continued until Friday night, when suddenly I did something totally out of character, I asked Jon if he would like to spend the weekend with me, I left it completely open and told him I wouldn't be hurt if he turned me down.

It must have been between 10:30 -- 11 pm when the door bell rang, wondering who it could be this late at night, cussing I made my way downstairs, the door bell rang again; suddenly a thought came into my head, was it him, has he taken up my offer; with not a care in the world I threw open the door and there he stood.

Leaping up I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into me, driving my tongue deep into his mouth, trying to say words to him but they just came out as incoherent sounds. After what seemed a lifetime, Jon managed to free himself, gasping for breath he thanked me and asked if he could come in, leading the way upstairs, I suddenly realised that I was wearing my usual eveningwear when I'm on my own ie; the flimsiest pair of panties and a crappy t-shirt which was tight and seen better days. Directing Jon to the lounge, I quickly darted into my bedroom and donned a dressing gown before making my back to the lounge.

"Would you care for a drink.... whiskey, perhaps?"

"No thank you," Jon said as he shuffled his feet and avoided looking at me.

"Can we talk?" I asked nervously, suddenly blushing.

"Yes, of course," he replied.

I signalled him to make himself comfortable on the sofa and sat down nearby.

"You appear to be rather uncertain about all of this," I remarked. "I know that the situation is unusual. Perhaps you have changed your mind."

"No, no," he stuttered. "I want to go ahead with this, its just I'm curious."

"Curious about what" I stuttered

"Why? you, a pretty young girl, if you don't mind me calling you that; should take an interest in an old fogey like my?"

Sensing an air of uncertainty, I moved and sat alongside Jon on the sofa, pawing his knee softly, I tried to explain the infinity I felt towards him, how seeing him made my body come alive, and oh! How I wanted to cuddle up in his arms. "Perhaps it's because you remind me so much of my father." You have the same mannerisms and caring nature.

With that Jon reached out and offered me his body for comfort. After a short while, I drew my legs up onto the sofa and snuggled up against Jon. Casually he drooped an arm over my shoulder then slid his hand into my robe and covered one of my breasts. Gently he began teasing a nipple with his fingers; this induced a warm sensation to radiate from my body. I slid down Jon's body and lay with my head on his lap whilst we talked the night away. Feeling his cock stir; I suggested that perhaps we should continue this conversation in bed.

Upon reaching the bed, I whispered, "Don't say a word!", then lay a firm kiss on his open mouth and buried my tongue. Eventually our lips parted, leaving a trail of saliva to hang delicately between them. Jon examined my eyes, an undeniable gleam of lust evident in them.

"Sarah, I..." he whispered then I pressed a finger to his lips to silence him as we stood in front of the large futon which beckoned us. Jon's hands ran slowly over my body, my hands reached for and unbuttoned his shirt before reaching for his trousers. As I released his belt and fly he slipped off his shoes.

"Sarah, I..."

"What did I say?" I replied then slowly I gently eased both his trousers and pants down then knelt before him.

Jon's pants bulged to show that he was incredibly aroused. I grinned up at him, and for the first time since we had been together, he saw me in a different light. I took out his erection and caressed it in both hands. A shadow was cast over my face, brought on by the street light shining in through the window. I smiled again then rolling back his rather lengthy foreskin with my lips I took its head into my mouth, then cupping his ass with both hands I drew his erect penis in until his balls buffered my chin.

Jon looked down in amazement, as I held my breath and deep-throated his seven-inch penis without gagging. This was not the Sarah he had dreamed about. Her scent was of sex, her warmth was of sex -- it had come unexpected, but it was also the exact thing both of us needed right there and then; we had to fuck each other.


My Escape to London Ch. 01



Stepping out of his trousers, Jon smiled down at me as my soft hands stroked his manhood. He felt my breath as I slowly caressed him. My warm, wet mouth engulfed him again, as he groaned aloud my skilful tongue wrapped itself around it, teasing him a little as I pulled back, just the tip of my tongue running lightly over the tender underside of his cock. My hand caressed his balls as the other ran over his thighs and neither region causing him to shudder with anticipation.

I started sucking in earnest, my mouth taking almost his entire cock in with each stroke. The sound of my mouth working on his cock, slurping and sucking, filled the room. I pulled back, stopped then kissed his balls.

Lifting me up, Jon's hands undid the knot of my robe then with a slight shimmy of the shoulders it fell to the floor. Grasping the hem of my t-shirt Jon raised his arms and with my assistance it quickly went the same way as my robe. With the t-shirt removed my tanned, soft breasts with their brownish nipples were now exposed. Jon caressed them, pinching them gently causing me to gasped and shudder. He stooped in front of me; his hands gently grasping my waist whilst he kissed each nipple then sucked and nibbled them hungrily as I whimpered.

"Oh, god, that feels so good," I whimpered as my hands ran through his hair. He kissed and licked their undersides; his hands now actively pulling my panties to the floor. His fingertips ran over the incredibly soft skin of my ass, feeling my warmth. Kneeling slowly he planted kisses on my body.

I sighed and pushed my hips against him as he kissed my belly and thighs, the heavy musk of my sex permeating the air, filling his nose, a heady, potent scent of sex and need. His hands ran up and down my firm thighs, touching the soft, pliant skin. He kissed the top of my sex, his tongue just touching me. I shuddered and pushed against him, my hands pulling his head to me as I whimpered.

He finally succumbed to my need and parted my pussy lips with his tongue, flicking it across my clitoris as I cried out: first one, then two fingers, slipped into my hot, wet slit, parting my lips as he licked me. His tongue worked at my clit as his fingers slipped in and out of me, seeking that one elusive spot that arouses all women. Suddenly he stood; grabbed me, turned me towards the bed then gently lowered me onto it. Again he knelt between my legs, spreading them wide as he dived back into me, his tongue spreading my lips as his fingers re-entered me, making me moan and arch my back.

My head moved from side to side and my legs quivered as he devoured me, sending feelings up my spine through my belly to my breasts, I lost all track of time as he delved into my being with both his hands and tongue. I grabbed my breasts and massaged them before pinching my nipples hard until I could no longer take the pain, my hips gyrated madly and my loins were on fire with our passion. I wanted him to never stop what he was doing, but knew he would, I only wanted his cock in me when I reached my peak. Suddenly I screamed out, "OH! Jon, I need you in me now!" before forcefully grabbing his hair and pulling him towards me.

Jon helped me move to the centre of the bed then climbed up and covered me, looking down at me as I grabbed his hips and pulled his hard member towards my hot cunt. He held himself back, kissing my neck, his hands digging into my mane of blond hair, his thighs spreading my legs wide while he just rubbed his hardness against the opening to my deep, hot insides. I moaned and grabbed his hips, trying to make him enter me. He looked down at me in the dim light then and only then did he enter me, meeting my needful gaze with his own burning look of desire.

His cock slipped gently into my hot wetness, he groaned as he pushed it in a little at a time, pulling it out and then back in. Finally he was all the way in then, holding my head in his hands he kissed me as he pressed harder, his cock seeking the bottom of my love tunnel. I groaned through his kiss, my hands grabbed his ass and pulled him in before my legs automatically wrapped around his ass to continue the containment. I met his thrust with my own strong thrust, our pubic bones ground together as we slowly started fucking. He pulled his cock half out, then in, then out, hitting my clit with his pubic bone each time, rocking his hips to grind it into me. He lifted himself up then and started to fuck me faster, his cock pistoning in and out of me, my hot wet cunt grasping and sucking at him as he fucked me, luxuriating in the feel of me.

We became one organism, our bodies melding into one creature, our minds seemingly together as our bodies met, combined then fused together. I arched my back, my entire being concentrating on the feeling between our bodies, the feeling in my groin and belly taking over as I neared orgasm. It was coming faster than usual, but it was intense and incredible as it grew and overwhelmed me...He joined in my rising passion, feeling my heat, the shuddering in my breath, the shaking of my legs as I neared an earthshaking orgasm.

Finally I could not keep it back any longer and started to moan and then scream as I came and came, my cunt encompassed his cock, sucking on it, willing him to cum, which he did, his hot, white seed shooting into my hot, wet cunt, filling me as I cried out and he answered me with a groan and a shout of my name. It took several moments for us to stop fucking but finally we were done, our bodies spent, as we held one another and kissed a long, hungry kiss, our juices flowing out of us together.

With a sigh Jon rolled off me, his proud cock once erect and throbbing, now, having felt the cool night air gently succumbed and dribbled as he lay there, his heart however continued pounding and his breath still came in short gasps. We lay there for a time, catching our breath. I turned towards him, draped an arm and leg over his supine body in a form of embrace then kissed his cheek before stroking his chest with my free hand.

"Thank you, for waiting," I said softly as I whispered into his ear.

At length, our breathing became regular as we succumbed to sleep; I turned onto my side, facing away from Jon. Jon turned towards me then moved closer and curled around my form so that he cocooned the full length of my body, his hand resting on my stomach. With a soft murmuring of "I love you", we both fell asleep.

Come morning I was woken by the feeling of my nipples being sucked and fingers circling my pussy. It was bliss; I just laid there and enjoyed the attention my body was getting. My mind kept telling me to get up, but my body told me a different story, one I had waited many months for.

"Thank you for a wonderful time last night," I said softly as I whispered into his ear.

"Yes, it was different" replied Jon

"Different, in what way?" I quizzically asked

Jon then began talking about Tantric sex, and it began to fascinate me, but me being me, I needed proof; telling me to stay as I was, Jon quickly got dressed then in his deep, soft, captivating voice, he told me what to do.

Doing as he instructed, I stretched out on the bed, making sure I was nice and comfy, my hands needed to be totally free, relaxed and resting at my sides.

He then softly talked to me, telling me to close my eyes, at first I started to giggle, but when I realised he was serious, we started again trying to relax every muscle in my body. Starting at my toes, he very, very slowly worked up my legs, my body, my neck, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers, and finally my head. He had me visualising each body part as he talk and the soft, deep purr of his voice helped me to loosen up and become totally limp. It took us several goes to achieve what happened next, for my mind kept wandering; Jon's voice kept getting mixed up with Richard Burton's as I expected to hear renditions from either Under Milk Wood or The War of the Worlds. 

He then had me visualise a bright shaft of light. To see, and feel this light, throbbing and pulsing slowly near my pelvis. Then as he talked, the light began to thrust upward, into my body, slowly, softly. And as the light proceeded upwards, it changed colours in relation to the different areas of my body; this he referred to as the chakras.

As we progressed, he periodically asked me how I felt. I found myself breathing deeper, faster, and the light had a distinct warmth and tingle to it. Jon explained that this was normal and to keep concentrating on that light.

Being right-handed he told me to raise my right hand and without touching myself, to hold it about 2 inches from me, palm down towards my body, then move it around in an oval from my chest to my pelvis, as if stroking myself, without actually touching. Jon then asked me to repeat this slowly in tune with the pulsing, throbbing and thrusting of the light. This somehow seemed to intensify everything. The warmth, the light, the tingle; I found my breathing coming faster and shallower, soon I realised I was making a sound, like a kitten mewing.

Jon very softly told me it was ok. I could say and feel anything I wanted. There was no wrong way to react. To just go with the sensations and if I wanted or needed too, I could be as loud as I wanted.

I have no idea how long this all went on. Quite some time I think, the sensations were becoming much more intense and overwhelming. It felt as if my body were pulsing, tingling, throbbing in tune with the light; I heard a sound, like a high pitched, wild howling. But I could still hear every word Jonathan said as he constantly talked to me; describing the light, the feelings, and the sounds.

By this time I was panting and perspiring profusely. I could hear myself moaning loudly. But it felt as if I were no longer present in my body. It was as if the sensations had become so intense and powerful that my body alone could not contain them. I think I was literally convulsing at this point. I seem to remember the bed shaking rather violently.

I heard Jon saying "Its ok Sarah, let it out, don't hold back. Open your mouth and let it out." Hearing this I realised I had been grinding my teeth and actually growling. Finally, it all became too much. The opening of my mouth caused an explosion and I heard an unearthly wailing sound as I seemed to literally shoot upwards into the universe in a burst of the most awesome colours and sensations I'd ever experienced.

There was no way my body could have contained the intense, overwhelming physical and emotional surge of feeling that roared over me. It was just too much; I simply exploded from my body and way up into the stars. There is no way to describe the feelings; I have never in my experience had anything to compare this too. My most powerful orgasm didn't even come close to what I just felt.

With Jon's deep, soft, captivating voice I slowly became myself again and I had to agree that was certainly different and promptly fell asleep.

The smell of breakfast; eggs and bacon, toast and coffee wafted through the bedroom as I slowly arose from my stupor, feeling the need for a shower, I shouted to Jon where I was going then promptly dashed into the bathroom. It took my about 5 minutes to complete my ablutions before I ran totally naked into the kitchen and began to devour the meal before me.

"Good god Sarah, you're naked!" exclaimed Jon, spluttering over his food.

"Sorry, I forgot; it's one of my little quirks" I exclaimed, then went on to explain how I usually wore very little about the house when I'm on my own.

"It's not that I'm complaining" replied Jon, "Just a little shocked, that's all"

"If you want me to get dressed then I will"

"No, sit and enjoy your breakfast whilst it's still warm"

With that we continued with our breakfast. As we talked I found that Jon spent most of his weekends away from London and wondered if I was interested in joining him and going away for the remainder of the weekend. I asked him if he had anywhere in particular, looking at the clock and seeing it was about noon, Jon suggested we made for the Wye Valley for it would look lovely this time of year in its autumnal colours and we could be there in less than 3 hours, 4 at the max. With nothing else planned I jumped at the idea.

"Oh! By the way, can you drive?" asked Jon

"Well; I hold a license, but haven't driven for years"

"Good, I do hate motorway driving these days, its so boring, look whilst you're getting ready I'll nip home and get the car, It'll only take me about 20 minutes, is that ok with you?"

Before I could say anything, Jon was out through the front door and out of sight; for his age, he could certainly move. Not bothering to wear any undergarments, I quickly donned a pair of jeans and a blouse, threw a few things into an overnight bag and awaited Jon's return.

Shortly I heard a car pull up outside, followed by the doorbell; making sure I had everything including my license; I tramped downstairs and out towards the car. Jon quickly opened up the boot, threw my bag in then quickly ran back into the house for his belongings. In no time, we were packed, belted and roaring away from the city. As we made our way out of London, Jon explained about some of the controls his car, a Golf 150 bhp GTI Turbo Diesel; which using his words was awesome when it came to acceleration. With his constant chatter we soon came to the motorway services at Reading, our agreed changeover point. Where being thoughtful Jon parked the car well clear of any obstruction or any other vehicles.

Following a quick cup of insipid coffee and the following natural physical relief, Jon housed the ignition key, sat me in the driver's seat, jumped into the passenger's seat, belted up then exclaimed "Ok it's all yours." With his guidance I adjusted the seat, mirrors and steering wheel to my liking before with some apprehension turned on the ignition, remembering Jon's words about the acceleration of this beast, I slipped the car into gear then gently eased out the clutch, released the handbrake and gently accelerated away, no skip or hops, no over-revving or stalling, so proud of myself I asked Jon what should I do next.

"You're driving" was his reply and left me to it.

After a few tours of the car park I felt confident to tackle the motorway, with his encouragement we wormed our way through the services and onto the motorway, where I stayed in the near lane until I felt confident enough to go faster. It took some time but soon I was really enjoying driving, I heard a few grunts from Jon but little else.

As we approached Swindon, Jon reached for his mobile and dialled a number, concentrating on the road I only managed to pick up some words; 'one night', 'Jacuzzi', 'dinner—yes".

Just past the M32 junction, Jon told me to look out for the sign for the M48, Chepstow turning and in no time at all we had reached the Severn Bridge where we stopped briefly for a 'pee' etc; having paid our fee to cross the bridge, Jon guided me towards the Wye Valley and on to our hotel

The scenery was truly magnificent; the trees were showing their autumnal colours to perfection in the late afternoon sun.

To be continued



My Escape to London Ch. 02



Having checked in we went up to our room. As soon as I entered the room I loved it. To one side there was a king-sized bed with what is called a comforter on it, it was so puffy and soft I just had to jump on the bed and sink down into it before Jon had locked the door. The walls of the room were off-white and its ambience was decorated in matching pastel colours. The carpet surrounding the bed was of a deep pile, which tickled my toes as I walked barefoot across it. Against the wall, beside an open fire place stood a 3 mirrored antique dresser; separate doors led off to the Jacuzzi and wash areas.

Jon pulled me into his arms and gave me a long, deep kiss. I began to frottage against his thigh; he stopped kissing me and gently pushed me away.

"Slow down, we have all night. We've less than an hour before dinner." Jon said as he turned me around and slapped my ass to get me moving. I turned around, grabbed my utility bag and stuck my tongue out at him just as I entered the bathroom to take a quick shower and change into the outfit I had packed this morning. I could hear his laughter as I closed the door.

Thirty minutes later, I opened the bathroom door and stepped out. I was wearing a black silk dress with silver threads forming a stripy pattern on the fabric. Underneath I had on extremely sheer black silk stockings, a black tong and nothing else. I love the feel of real silk against my skin, so I couldn't resist the chance to be completely surrounded by it. The soft material of the dress hugged my small waist and draped as the plunging neckline accentuated my breasts. Jon loves my hair loose, so I left it cascading down to my waist, with just a few curls pulled up and secured by a gold barrette on the left side of my head. The short skirt swirled around my legs as I, wobbling a little on the black heels I wore, turned slowly around so Jon could see me.

"Wow," Jon gasped as he reached out and caressed my breast through the soft silk. "You look and smell fantastic."

I smiled at him and he hugged me close before zipping up the back of my dress. He gasped when he saw my bare ass in the dresser mirror. Cupping my ass and drawing me close to him, Jon started to nuzzle my neck; soon I felt his cock starting to react.

"We better get going now, while I can still control myself," he mumbled, casually pushing my away before adjusting the front of his trousers with a quick flick of his wrist.

It was only a short walk to the restaurant. Descending some stairs Jon put his hand under my armpit to steady me as I was not used to walking in high heels. Our table wasn't quiet ready, so we decided to have a drink at the bar. Initially the bartender just glared at me wondering, is she, isn't she; so when Jon ordered me a vodka and orange; I waited to ask for proof of my age, which, to my irritation frequently happens these days.

When we were seated, I looked around the restaurant; it was real olde-worlde, full of rustic beams and inglenooks with soft music being played in the background.

Jon ordered a bottle of Chablis to accompany our dinner, which I really liked and seemed to taste better as the meal progressed. I smiled happily all through dinner playing footsie with Jon, hoping this was the first of many weekends away with Jon. On several occasions I noticed the other diners sneak glances at Jon and I as we talked intimately between ourselves. This only seemed to enforce the sexual attraction I had for Jon for I could feel my nipples hardening and my body began to excrete that fragrance when us women are 'erotically charged'.

When we finished our meal, Jon asked me if I wanted to spend some time sat in the lounge. What with the driving plus the wine, my head was starting to spin a little, so I said "Perhaps not, I might fall asleep in front of all these people." He threw back his head and laughed.

"That's one of your best qualities." He said with a smile as he brushed the hair from my cheek with his hand. "You are so honest with your answers. Never lose that; come on then; so we made an unsteady way back to our room.

Jon opened the hotel room door and backed away so I could enter first. Jon whispered in my ear as he came up behind me and put his hands around my waist. "I thought about what you had said about making love with the lights on. The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me."

As he was talking to me he was unzipping my dress and easing it down my shoulders so that I now had a puddle of silk at my ankles. I was stunned for a minute, not knowing what to do. Jon guided me to the centre of the room and kissed my cheek before undoing the clasp on the barrette and easing it from my hair

"Jonathan, I..."

For ease of writing I've taken Jon's perspective for what follows:-

I could resist this beautiful young woman no longer. As Sarah spoke, I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist and pulled her to me, so wanting our bodies to finish her sentence.

We kissed again. It began as a gentle kiss that evolved into a mutual expression of passion. Her reluctance dissolved into arousal as her lips and tongue worked their youthful magic on me. While my own tongue sought hers as a prelude to even more intimacy, my hands began to roam her body, dropping first to her ass. That sweet ass that been antagonising my thoughts all evening.

Sarah murmured approval at my surrender to her overtures.

We continued kissing, probably for several minutes. Though the intensity of our physical need for each other was increasing, neither of us wanted to rush. I began to let my kisses find their way over her lips, chin, and neck. She rewarded my exploration with vocal encouragement that heightened my desire for her. I found a warm spot at the base of her neck by the shoulder. The instant she felt my lips there, she tightened her arms around my neck to pull me even closer. Then she moved astraddle my left thigh. I felt her begin to rub her barely-clothed pussy against it. My continued oral attention to this hotspot only intensified her frottage. The sounds from deep inside her affirmed her pleasure and heightened my own.

Unable and now unwilling to contain my own lust, I allowed my hands to seek the warm eroticism of her skin. When my warm hands found the skin of her lower back and began to travel upward, she gasped audibly. She entangled her hands in my hair and forcibly pulled my mouth from her neck. Her mouth sought mine and upon finding it, she thrust her tongue deeply into me. I allowed my hands to continue their upward excursion to her shoulders, unimpeded by any brassiere.

Her bare skin was a tactile aphrodisiac. Its allure sent the electricity of arousal to all parts of my body.

We continued kissing with nearly violent sexuality.

The slowness of my movement and the warmth and friction of my hands against her skin seemed to stimulate her even more. My hands moved slowly along her rib cage, lingering briefly to caress her sensitive underarms, I stepped back slightly to get a better view of her breasts. Her eyes penetrated mine. Sarah was totally unashamed of her nakedness. Indeed, she seemed to become further aroused as I alternated my focus between her pussy and her breasts. Never before have I seen such an exquisite creature.

Sarah reached out and unbuttoned my shirt before pulling it out of my trousers. As she pushed it back and pulled it off, her naked breasts pushed against my bare chest. Her warmth was titillating. Her own body's movement to completely remove my shirt and let it drop to the floor caused her nipples to harden and lengthen when their tips moved across my chest. Each gentle touch sent an electric shock through my body.

Again, for several minutes, we held each other close and kissed passionately. I allowed my kisses to again wander over her face, biting her lips and ear lobes gently, letting my tongue tip caress her most sensitive spots, letting my erotically suggestive whispers into her ears inflame her.

Now, with our upper torsos completely exposed to each other, I began to move my lips downward, eager to reach her breasts, to take those nipples between my lips and tenderly suck and pull them into my mouth. Her smallish breasts were incredibly sensitive. She rewarded my advances with sounds of lust, first softly, then louder. I felt the urgency in her fingers when they clawed my back. Oh, how I wanted this young woman!

Again, she moved to straddle my upper thigh and rub her pussy against it, more feverishly than before. Each grind of her pussy against me pressed her against my now very hard cock.

Our sensual struggle became more animated, more intense. While my lips continued to kiss her breasts and tug on their nipples, my tongue encircled and tweaked them. My hands fell to her waist. Without looking, Sarah took my cue. She unfastened my belt, unhooked then unzipped my trousers.

Together, eagerly, we removed the rest of each other's clothing so when we again stood upright; we were naked for each other.

We once again came together, standing, kissing, and running our hands over each others body. Her swollen, moist, pussy again rode up and down on my upper thigh. So close were we that my fully-erect cock was captured between our bodies.

With my left arm around her lower back, I stepped to one side, placed my right arm against the back of her shapely thighs, and swept her up into my arms. Her right arm around my neck, and she again kissed me deeply while I carried her to the bed.

Once there, I laid her gently down, then stepped back to admire her beauty. It was truly amazing that this lovely young woman could find me sexually desirable. While I watched, she allowed her hands to travel over her own body, stimulating herself and me at the same time. Clearly she was unashamed of pleasuring herself.

"Jon," she whispered, "Masturbate with me. Please." It was an enticing request, not a plea.

Without any hesitation I moved my right hand to my fully erect cock and began to slowly masturbate. Sarah's eyes focused on my cock's swollen redness, its girth, and its length. Her own fingers increased their lovemaking with her own pussy. Her clit emerged noticeably from beneath its protective hood. She gasped each time her wet finger touched it.

Both of us clearly enjoyed the intensifying urges of our masturbation, but neither of us wanted to orgasm.

Sarah stopped her hands and lay quietly. She extended her arms outward to me, summoning me to her. I released my cock, now bobbing pendulously as I moved to her. I lay beside her, and once again we began kissing, first delicately but soon passionately, hungrily. Again, lying side by side, our hands roamed each other freely.

I began kissing downward from her mouth, to the base of her neck, down to her breasts. My lips and tongue sought her nipples to pinch and pull them. My tongue traced circles around her areolas. She gasped audibly, frequently, at the sensory attack of my tongue. I began to let my kisses journey downward, slowly and patiently.

When my chin just barely grazed her erect clit, Sarah cried out. Then she spread her legs even further apart, entangled her fingers in my hair, and forced my mouth down hard on her pussy. My tongue shot out quickly and hard, thrusting in between her outer lips. Again she screamed and pulled my head in harder. I forced my head backward to relieve my assault and to allow my tongue to trace around her lips and find her clit.

Using just the tip of my tongue, I moved it from side to side, each time barely grazing her sensitised clit. Her body spasmed with each flick. She released her grip on my head and stretched her arms out to her sides, grasping and pulling at the sheets.

I placed my arms around her thighs to steady my head whilst I allowed my tongue to travel the length of her delicate slit, exploring as it went. I blew my warm breath across her clit, and then tenderly touched it again, repeatedly, with my tongue's tip. I probed her separate folds with my tongue, finding the places that made her moan and cause goose bumps to rise on her skin. Again Sarah rewarded me with shrieks of pleasure. Her hips bucked against my face, and her shapely young legs tightened around my head as her body rose, fell, and shook in orgasm.

I continued my oral lovemaking until she begged me to stop. She pushed my head away from between her legs and was gasping to regain her breath.

After a few moments to allow her to recover, I kissed my way back up her luscious young body until our lips met and she tasted her own love juices. We lay together for several minutes, kissing, caressing, saying with our eyes and touches what words could never express.

After perhaps a half hour, she reached down and played with my partially-erect cock, loving its lengthy foreskin and the way she could bury her fingertip and circle my glans. Her touch brought it to life. It began to harden again. After a few strokes of her tiny, soft hand, it was fully hard, erect and leaking precum. She kissed my lips gently then kissed her way down my body, biting in some spots, sucking in others, but always stroking my manhood slowly. I simply lay on my back and enjoyed the sensations of her youth.

She took my cock in both hands and began kissing its tip, licking away the never ending dewdrop before progressing up and down the shaft. An occasional tongue-lashing from her caused it to twitch and me to cry out. She kissed her way from its base to its length, and then slowly took it into her warm, moist mouth. Her sucking was exquisitely slow and erotic. Up and down she went, occasionally but lightly scraping my shaft with her teeth, which seemed to add height to this erotic act. Never had I felt so aroused, so long, and as hard as with Sarah's beautiful young mouth making it so. She slowed when she sensed I was nearly ready to cum.

"Jon, I want to feel you inside me," she whispered.

I opened my eyes. She had already positioned herself over me. She lowered herself until the tip of my cock just touched her clit. Sarah allowed my cock's tip to kiss and lick her clit. She gasped at the sensation of wetness, heat and hardness she controlled. An arc of sexual electricity jumped from her clit to my tip and surged throughout my body.

My cock, still wet from her mouth, was ready, and she lowered herself down upon it. Slowly, oh so slowly I entered her. Each fraction of it she consumed seemed to revel in the sensations surrounding. Further and further she drew me in until I disappeared completely inside her. We rested quietly for a few moments, each of us wanting that moment, that wet, hot sensuality, to continue for hours, though we both seemed to know we were seconds away from explosions of fire and light.

From my reclining position I ran my hands up her thighs and began to use my thumb to stimulate her clit. She began snaking her hips so my cock moved in and out while my thumb kept up its touches. Sarah pushed my hand away, so strong was the sensation. I reached up, took both her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, and commenced to pinch and pull in rhythm with her thrusts, now increasing in both frequency and intensity.

Her eyes closed, her lips parted, and her face took on a dreamy look as she drove me deeper inside her and forced herself closer to orgasm. I felt her pussy's muscles tightening around me now, quicker and quicker, pulling harder and harder trying to suck me into her womanhood.

We were both now gasping for air, crying out in sexual abandon, using words and sounds to spur each other on, closer and closer, louder and louder, faster and faster. Her fingernails dug into my nipples as I began to buck upward against her. I continued to pull and pinch harder on her nipples and thrust my cock into her. She clawed, scratched and screamed as she felt the inner explosion begin. I cried out, feeling my white hot liquid beginning its unstoppable eruption.

We both came together in a flurry of wanton orgasmic detonation. I felt my hot cum flowing unstoppably into her; I felt her pussy contracting and releasing over and over again to suck me dry. I heard her crying out my name as she thrashed in her own ecstatic ballet on my hardness. With one final simultaneous cry of release, we both gave our last gasp of exhilaration. Then she collapsed on my chest, my still-hard cock pulsating inside her. We breathed hard, raggedly, erratically and erotically as our lust subsided.

She lay on top of me, now quiet, waiting, feeling as my cock wilted inside of her. We whispered, talked, kissed, and caressed each other gently.

"You have such gentle hands and a gentle heart." Were the last words I heard before I succumbed to sleep.

I woke the next morning and saw beams of golden sunlight coming through the window. It was still early. I sleepily smiled, remembering how we started out all those months ago. But this time it was different. Here, in this room, it was just us...Jon and I.

I savoured the feeling for a moment, until the sensations caused by Jon's probing fingers caused me to moan and tremble with arousal.

"About time you woke up. I was getting lonely." I jokingly complained.

Throwing the duvet aside, Jon shifted our bodies so that I straddled his face and his hard erection close to my mouth. Not being a slow-witted person, I quickly enclosed his cock with my lips and gently nibbled on the sensitive tip with my teeth. Jon groaned and raised his hips up, trying to get more of his cock inside my mouth. He bent his legs so that I could ease my hands under him to tease his balls and ass with my fingertips and nails.

I slowly took his entire length into me, relaxing my throat until he was completely engulfed by my warm, moist mouth. I probed between his balls with a finger, tickling him slightly. Jon's reaction was to start fucking my mouth, so taking this as a sign I teased his ass with a finger before gently inserting just the tip of it into his rectum. We had never done this before, and I wondered if he would like it.

Surprisingly I felt Jon lick my ass then using spittle as a lubricant, I felt a finger prod then worm its way into my rectum. "Two can play at that game," mumbled Jon as he concentrated on getting his finger deeper into my soul.

By now my cunt was under serious assault, not only was Jon hitting my g-spot with one hand, the finger in my rectum was joined by its thumb and slowly began caressing that thin piece of membrane just behind my perineum, knowing I had to do something quickly I began to hum as I deep-throated Jon's cock.

He came almost immediately, pumping my mouth as his cum shot down my throat into my eager tummy. I love the taste of Jon's cum and eagerly swallowed it. Jon drew my throbbing clit into his mouth and sucked on it while fucking me with his fingers. I climaxed quickly, drenching his fingers with cum. I slowly eased Jon's cock from my mouth, keeping my lips tight around him to milk the last remaining drops of cum as they leaked out the opening at the tip.

"Sarah, have you ever thought of shaving your pubes?" asked Jon whilst still trapped between my legs.

Swallowing the remainder of Jon's cum, I explained that normally I would, once in a long term relationship, but the way things had been over the past few months I just hadn't bothered.

"Would you consider shaving them for me? I have my razor and shaving cream here; I could shave you if you wanted me to."

"That sounds like fun." I said with intrepidation. "What if I get cut?"

"I promise no nicks or cuts. I could never hurt you." Jon said as he quickly rolled out of bed put his arms under my body and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me on the edge of the empty Jacuzzi and told me to spread my legs as wide as I could. I bit my lip, still slightly hesitant, watching him get out his shaving cream and put a new blade into his razor. He crouched down on his knees in the tub in front of me and turned the water on for the hand-held shower.




My Escape to London Ch. 02



"I know how to make you relax." He said as he started to direct the warm water at my tense body.

He had me turn around and get on my knees in the tub. Then he aimed the shower head at my back and turned on the massage feature. I felt bombarded by what seemed like hundreds of pulsating jets of hot water. Like tiny fingers, the water slowly massaged and relaxed my muscles.

"Turn around and sit on the edge." He ordered.

When I turned, I could see that his cock was starting to grow again. He directed the water down my chest and around each breast, lingering on my hardening nipples. I bit my lip again, but this time in excitement, not fear, as he slowly aimed it down my flat stomach to the top of my pussy. I trembled, thinking he was going to aim it directly at my slit, but instead he went slowly down the inside of my leg to my toes. Then I felt him just as slowly make his way up the inside of my other leg.

The sensation of the shower massage was arousing me at the same time it was relaxing my muscles. I spread my legs wider, begging without words for Jon to aim the hot water at my pussy.

"AAAAAHHHHH! You bastard" I cried out when the water finally pulsated against my clit. Jon, holding my labia apart directed the warm water up and down directly on my clit. I exploded in an incredible orgasm, nearly sliding off the edge of the tub.

"Relaxed now?" He inquired, grinning at me. "Now spread your legs again like a good little girl so I can shave you."

I nodded and complied, smarting as I leant back against the cool tiles. I watched as Jon squirted a small amount of shaving gel onto a wet shaving brush then accompanied by my squeals of delight, worked it into a rich lather around my pussy and perineum. He began to slowly shave me, being careful to clean the razor blade between strokes by holding it under the warm running water. With most of the hair gone, Jon squirted some more gel into his brush and applied it to my pussy. Again he began to slowly shave me, but this time it was different, for the razor head seemed to vibrate as it gently glided across my skin.

"Hey! What's different with the razor?" I asked

"Nothing, it's just my usual one; I switched on its vibrating head to get a closer shave that's all." Jon replied 

Snatching the razor, I rested it against my clit, "Oh yes, I must get one of these when we get back," I uttered as its gentle vibrations slowly excited my body. "Ummm Gillette Fusion a name to remember."

Taking the razor from me Jon finished his work, rinsed my pussy clean with a gentle spray from the shower. "That's better." He groaned as he looked at the results of his labour. "No cuts or nicks, just as I promised."

Jon, his body already in the Jacuzzi, leaned over and kissed my pussy, his tongue darting in to touch my highly sensitised clit. He lingered over its naked flesh, rubbing his lips and tongue against it, revelling in the feel of my silky soft skin. He rose up and guided the full length of his now very erect and weeping cock into my cunt. He wrapped my legs around him and started fucking me with a slow sure rhythm.

I could feel his pubic hair brush against my pussy. Now bare, there was no hair to muffle the sensation of his touch. I pulled him in deeper, loving the extra sensitivity of my skin.

His speed slowly increased and I could feel his heat as he started to throb. I knew he was going to cum soon. It wasn't long before I could feel him cumming deep inside me, triggering another orgasm for me.

"I always like being bald," I teased as he pulled away from me.

"I love having you bald. Now you really are my girl." Jon replied with a grin. "But we'll have to keep you this way; It will itch pretty badly if you let those pretty blond curls grow back."

"Yes - I do know!" I said punching his arm.

Jon just grinned again and turned around to turn on the water to fill the Jacuzzi. We cuddled together in the confining tub, waiting for the water to fill it. It didn't take long, and soon I was playing with the bubbles caused by the shooting jets of water.

"This is so cool." I exclaimed as I raised my leg so that just my foot broke the surface of the water. I wiggled my toes and laughed as the water tickled the bottom of my foot. Jon chuckled as he watched me play. I sat on his lap, facing him, and gave him a fierce hug.

"Thank you so much. I will remember this weekend always." I murmured as I softly kissed him.

He put his arms around me and pulled me close. I could feel his erection hardening as it was pressed between us. I straddled him, putting my weight on my knees, while I rubbed his cock with my hairless pussy. Jon groaned and grabbed my hips to lift me onto his cock.

"Wait." I cried, backing away. "I want to try something."

With my pussy pressed up against a jet of water, I tried to excite my clit but there didn't seem to be enough pressure so I took a deep breath and plunged my head under the water. Finding Jon's hard cock, I slipped it into my mouth and began to fellate him. I surfaced for another deep breath and went under again, this time to suck on his balls one at a time. When I came up for another breath, Jon grabbed me and lifted me over his cock.

"No more." He groaned. "I can't take anymore."

He had me straddle him again, positioning himself between my wide spread legs and pushed his cock inside me. I arched my back as he entered me then took one of my hard nipples in his mouth and sucked deeply.

He was holding me so close that my clit was rubbing against him with each stoke. That, combined with the stimulation from the pulsating water surrounding us, caused me to explode in an orgasm so intense I nearly blacked out. 

"AARRRGGGGHHHH!!!" Jon cried out as he again shot streams of white hot cum deep inside me. I wondered at the energy this man had, how does he do it?

We sat arms and legs still entangled, and waited for our breathing to return to normal. Then we emptied the tub and dried each other off with soft towels. We walked slowly to the bed and curled up under the covers.

He pulled me into his arms and we lay there quietly, knowing our interlude was soon about to end. Having dressed, we only just made breakfast. Since it would only take us 3 hours to drive home, we decided to tour the countryside and look at places such as Goodrich Castle, Ross on Wye and finally Monmouth where, being a Sunday we found most of the shops shut. With the evening pulling in Jon and I decided to call it a day, so we headed towards Newport the M4 and home.

With me driving and Jon cat-napping we soon had Reading in sight, again our agreed changeover point since I didn't know my way around London.

Soon after the changeover I looked over at Jon. He was concentrating totally on the driving so being devilish I undone his fly, pulled his flaccid cock from his pants and began stroking it lovingly. "Oooohh", gasped Jon as his concentration was momentary broken; this was more exciting than I had thought possible. With his cock now proud I threw my head forward and positioned the tip of his erection between my lips. Quickly switching on the cruise-control, Jon slowly but purposely, push my head down onto his cock, driving the full length of his massive shaft deep into my slippery mouth as he moaned with pleasure.

"This is totally unfair" whimpered Jon as he concentrated with the driving.

To add to his discomfort I started humming as I continued to deep-throat him.

"How the fuck am I suppose to drive with you doing that!" he exclaimed......This is the first time I ever heard Jon swear.

Soon I felt Jon's thigh's begin to tense up, his cock was becoming real hard and had started to throb, easing back slightly I awaited the explosion and what an explosion is was; determined not to waste a drop I kept my mouth clamped about Jon's cock and almost choked on its volume for it took 2 or 3 gulps to clear my throat; with Jon spent I continued to suckle his cock for all the remaining traces of his seed.

Quickly I corrected Jon's dress the best I could then gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"And to what do I owe that pleasure?" enquired Jon

"Oh nothing, just my way of saying thank you for the weekend and all that"

"Well if that's the thanks I'll be getting, perhaps we should do this more often.

"I hoped you'll say that" I replied gleefully

Soon we were approaching Maida Vale and home

"Ok! Where's it to be" enquired Jon

After a lot of thought I asked Jon if he would like to stay at my place, but being a Sunday night he politely refused, saying he had to get a few things ready for the morning. With perfect understanding he dropped me off at my place and following a kissing session which seemed to go on for eternity, saw me safely inside.

Noticing it was almost 11pm, I quickly got a few things ready for the morning, made myself some toast and coffee, then 'booted-up' the pc. As it was 'booting' I realised that it had been over two weeks since I checked my email and hated to think what crap I would find addressed to me.

Opening my email, as usual 99 percent full of crap (I really must do something about filtering the crap out), I found there were letters from daddy, Chris and Izzy.

Opening daddy's first, I learnt that he won't be home for Christmas since he was going to look at a olive farm somewhere near Cannes and if I wanted to, I was quiet welcome to come and spend the time with him. The one from Chris told me that he'll be home for Christmas and Izzy asked if she could come and stay with me since she had broken up with Charly and needed a shoulder to cry on.

Sat staring at the computer screen, I pondered as slowly re-read each message, wondering just how to answer them. Dad's was very tempting, whilst those from Chris and Izzy were going to be difficult, very difficult.

Do I confess all my sins to Chris in a letter or wait until he comes home?

As for Izzy, as scatty as she is, she has become a true friend, but do I really want her way of life, the endless parties, associations and suchlike?

And dear Jonathan; I feel sure he'll ask me to do something over Christmas.

Too tired to care, I cleaned my teeth and went straight to bed.

Do you think I could sleep; I tossed and turned as my mind churned through all the possibilities. The easiest would be to say No to both Daddy and Jon, allowing Chris and Izzy to spend Christmas with me, hoping Chris wouldn't loose his rag when I told him about Jon.

Unable to sleep and with the time approaching 5 am, I decided to get dressed and go for a walk in the park. At this hour of the day it's usually very tranquil with just the morning chorus from the birds and waterfowl to disturb your thoughts. As I slowly strolled around the lake, I realised what a terrible mess I had made of my life.

From a rational point of view, I actually loved, no craved the passion and attention I get with every relationship, whether it is natural or otherwise; its not that I'm a nymphomaniac for I can go weeks, possibly months without sex, but given the right combination I'm hopeless; I think I've proved this with both Zoe and Jonathan, dear sweet Jonathan.

With the city coming alive, I slowly walk home, my mind still confused as to what needed doing.

Following a quick shower and a bowl of 'Oats so Simple' it was time for work, feeling devilish I wore the same demure black skirt and white blouse I wore a few weeks ago along with the blue puffer.

I got on the tube and as per usual I had to stand. Recognising the guy's in suits I barged into their group until I was facing the 'suit' who was about 6 feet tall, again the two on either side of me were talking to him as best they could in the crowded tube.

As before I felt something moving along my stomach, but this time I held my ground, the 'suit' in front of me was still read his folded newspaper, which again covered my face so I couldn't even see who the hand belonged to as it slowly moved up to my breasts. I felt first one blouse button being undone and then another; after a short while the hand was on my breast, seeking my nipple then began to softly stroke it.

"Right you bastard," I mumbled to myself as I slowly reached for the 'suits' fly. "Let's see how you like it."

With barely a response from him I quickly unzipped his trousers, withdrew his cock and slowly started to masturbate him. With his station quickly approaching, he becoming more agitated, so I quickened up my actions where on the point of him ejaculating, I quickly forced his cock back into his pants and quickly zipped him up.

"Let's see how you like walking around in gummy pants all day" I hissed in his ear as he turned and followed the rest of his cronies off the train.

Having stopped off for my regular caffeine injection, thrilled with what I had just done, I strolled through the staff entrance of the store I work, to the sounds of joyful Christmas carols (groan). This is the only time in the year I think store staff should be paid extra; for the torture of listening to Christmas carols. Ok, I like carols but to use a phrase 'not 24/7', because at some point you switch off, you switch off to both the incessant music and unfortunately most customer requests.

With the lack of sleep I became increasingly 'ratty' as the day when on, come the afternoon I was starting to look for quiet corners, it was whilst 'resting' a supervisor told me I was to stay behind and help with the decorations, when I joked about an extra supply of aspirin; her look was such it would have instantly turned milk sour, suitably scolded I rushed around to the deli-bar to get some sandwiches, for I felt a long night ahead.

It must have been about 9pm before the supervisor was finally satisfied with our work and allowed us to go home, fearing I would fall asleep if I sat down, I stood all the way to Marylebone station. Once inside my little nest, I flopped myself down on the sofa and fell promptly asleep.

To be continued 



My Escape to London Ch. 03



A lot of things happened in the run up to Christmas, so I've split this chapter of my life into several parts for easier reading

Tuesday

It was a bout of stomach cramps which first woke me up; cussing like a trooper I threw my coat aside and made my way to the toilet. "There goes my fun & games for a week," I muttered to myself as nature began its course. I'm one of the lucky ones, cramps one day, curse usually within the next two, over by the fifth. Regular as clockwork thanks to the pill.

Feeling tired, bloated and hungry I made my way to the kitchen; passing the answering machine I noticed its little light flashing so I pressed the message button and waited but heard nothing, for the caller must have hung up just as the recorder was starting. Reaching the kitchen I settled for beans on toast washed down with a pot of coffee, not the ideal things to have in the middle of the night, but when you're hungry, anything will do. Not wishing to spoil the ambience, I sat there with just the light from the cooker hood providing enough illumination to see with.

How long a sat there I'll never know, for the next thing I heard was the clinking of bottles as the milkman made his deliveries. Looking at the clock I had about an hour to get ready before I began my daily trudge to work. Getting ready started well but then things started to go wrong, what would normally be trivial now became major disasters; first it was not finding a skirt to fit my condition then it was the teeniest spot of spilt makeup, finally my hair just seemed to have a mind of its own; many a day I've threatened to have it all cut off and go through life with an urchin cut or something similar.

Fifteen minutes late for my usual train and with the morning rush hour now in full swing I began my journey to work. Lord help anyone who tried to assault or impede me in any way, because I was in no mood to be pleasant. Fortunately my journey was uneventful, there was the occasional pushing and shoving but it was all done with a good heart. Even the waitress at the coffee bar was pleasant; it was just as if I wore a sign above my head, 'PMS Treat gently'.

Five minutes later I strolled through the staff entrance of the store where I work, to the joyful sounds of Christmas carols (groan). "Oh! Fuck" I mumbled to myself as I looked at my job card for today. Today I was to be one of the 'trolley girls', where, all you do all day, is walk backwards and forwards bringing out stock trolleys so the floor stock is maintained; normally it's a simple job, but given it's the run up to Christmas and with me in my condition, war was on the horizon.

Have you ever notice how the customers always treat store staff like shit! No matter how kindly you ask them to move, mind their backs etc; they always look at you with that "Fuck Off, I 'm not moving expression", then as you gently bump into them, a size 16 – 18 tries to become a 10 by sucking in and placing themselves just where we're about to replenish the stock. Working in a large city store has certainly opened my eyes to human nature.

As the day progress my temper slowly waned, I was glad to be out of the flat doing something useful, I even thanked the supervisor for offering me some overtime, not decorating this time but replenishing the floor stock. It must have been about 8pm before she was finally satisfied with my work and allowed me to go home.

Feeling tired, bloated and hungry I made my way upstairs and into the kitchen where I switched on the kettle with every intention of making myself a cup of coffee, with that done I was making my way to the bedroom when I noticed the answering machines light flashing again, pressing the message button I waited but heard nothing, feeling a bit peeved I replayed the message and listened out for the time signal, about 15 minutes had elapsed between receiving the anonymous call and me arriving home, so I quickly dialled 1471 followed by the redial.

Brr...Brr...Brr and so it went on; just as I was about to hang up a deep resonant voice repeated the number I had just dialled.

"Jonathan, it's me Sarah, is something wrong?" I asked trying not to sound like a love sick teenager.

"No, I was worried about you, I missed you these last couple of days and was frightened you were ill, especially since you didn't ring back yesterday."

Forever truthful I told Jon what had happened and how I felt and so our conversation started. How long it went on for I don't know but the kettle was cold by the time I came to make that cup of coffee.

Wednesday

At work being the run up to Christmas, I was offered countless hours of overtime so knowing Jon was on holiday I phoned him just as I was about to leave work and asked if he wished to share a meal and possibly a couple of days with me, surprisingly he took up my offer and we decided to meet at our favourite Thai takeaway and then co-habit the flat.

With Jon being married before he knew what to expect, so we idly passed away what was left of the evening just lying close to each, playing with each others bodies just like a married couple when suddenly the phone rang.

Lifting the receiver my heart gave a jump as I heard Chris' voice for the first time in two months.

"Hello darling, my flight arrives about 6pm tomorrow, Terminal 1, Heathrow. It's a chartered flight so it will not appear on any arrivals board and as an extra security precaution we're be dressed in civvies."

My whole body responded to the sound of his voice, my heart started racing, my voice quaked as I asked the question, "You said we."

"Yes, I'm travelling back with Jamie, remember, my second, you met him at the wedding."

"Oh!.....Yes.....your new beau?"

"No, No; Jamie's as straight as a die. No, his girlfriend's meeting him and will be staying at her parents over Christmas and from what I've heard, could give Izzy a run for her money."

"She's that pretty?"

"Yes, from the photographs I've seen of her, she could almost be Izzy's twin."

With that a series of warning beeps started giving me just sufficient time to tell Chris I loved him and couldn't wait for tomorrow.

From my position sat on the edge of the bed I felt Jon stir.

"I take it that was your husband, have you told him about us yet?" murmured Jon as he slowly got dressed.

"Well, I told him we were seeing each other and that you had become my friend these past few weeks but nothing else. It didn't seem right, with him stuck in Germany."

"And just when were you going to tell him that I had been making love to his wife?"

"Over the Christmas period after you two had met!" I replied sternly

"You expected me to sit down alongside your husband whilst you announce to him that I have been screwing you in his absence, I should coco; He'll knock my block off."

"No, Chris isn't like that; can't you get it into your head that I love you both equally; Chris knows my needs and is quiet happy with the arrangement. He trusts me to be careful, to avoid things such as HIV, STD's etc:"

"You say you love us both equally, but who's bed were you going to sleep in when Chris' here?"

"That's between you two to sought out, as I said before Chris knows me"

Are you telling me you're prepared to sleep with both of us in the same bed?"

"If I need to prove my love to both of you, YES"

With that Jon grabbed his things and strolled out of the door, was it out of my life I don't know, but atleast he closed the door quietly so perhaps, just perhaps.

With Jon gone, my life was in turmoil for Chris had given me almost 24 hours to prepare myself and the flat for his home coming.

Thursday

I had great difficulty going to sleep last night; I lay with my hands trapped between my knees, almost in tears. Today I only worked the morning and made arrangements to take the next couple of weeks off.

Once back in the flat I spent over an hour in the bathroom. Following a quick shower I shaved myself, taking care that not a single hair remained. The sensation of the razor sliding over my sensitive skin jangled on my nerves. I was overwhelmingly tempted to touch myself, it would only take a second, but I fought the urge. To finish off I rubbed lotion into my skin to avoid any embarrassing itchiness.

My hair long wispy blonde is always a challenge; soft and slippery it always betrays me. No matter how hard I worked to keep it pulled back into a tight bun, it seemed a soft tendril would escape and fall in my face or down my neck; so after almost 30 minutes I said 'Sod it' and reverted to my usual ponytail. Dressing was simple; jeans, blouse, loafers and the blue puffer.

As I left to go to the airport I stopped and looked at myself in mirror. My hands trembled as I smoothed my already perfect hair one last time. I wore no makeup and for the first time noticed my face looked abnormally pale. The journey to Heathrow was a doddle. Baker St – Piccadilly – Heathrow 123; travel time approx 1 hour, giving me enough time to clear my thoughts and prepare for Chris' inevitable questions.

When I caught sight of his broad shoulders, I almost forgot to breath. He was dressed casually trying not to look conspicuous. His dark hair showed signs of peppering, unusual for a man of his age. My heart hammering in my chest as I shouted and waved at him to show him I was here. Alongside him followed a man of equal stature but 'hippy like ', this I took to be Jamie.

"Sorry about the clothing, but to come in uniform would have been a security risk" babbled Jamie, eagerly looking around trying to find his girlfriend.

"Hello darling, how have you been keeping?" asked Chris in between the kisses that now flooded his face.

Keeping quiet about Jon, I told him I was keeping well and was about to ask how his journey went when, all of a sudden a piercing squeal practically brought everything to a standstill. There on her own, with everyone looking at her was a reincarnation of Izzy.

"I take it that's Jamie's girl? does she fuck as good as Izzy" I hissed

"Steady on" said Chris, "She knows nothing about what went on at our wedding, and Jamie wants to keep it like that."

"Well as long as his happy that's ok with me, but I know one lady who took a shine to him irrespective of what went on that weekend"

"You never told me that!" retorted Chris

"No, Izzy only told me herself a couple of months ago, when things between her and Charly were a bit strained."

By this time Jamie had arrived back with his girlfriend

"Chris.....Sarah, Can I introduce you to Zoe" announced Jamie

At first I was dumbstruck, it was uncanny, for the girl you could take as Izzy's twin but as for the name, fucking hell, this was too much of a co-incidence. After all the pleasantries of saying 'Please to meet you' and 'Have a wonderful Christmas' blah, blah, blah we parted company.

We found a quiet corner on the tube and canoodled like two lovers as we replenished our love for each other. Chris filled me in about his work in Germany; how he and father had met a couple of times and renewed their friendship. One thing that did surprise me was that since our last get together both Daddy and Chris had remained almost celibate. Since our marriage Chris desired no others than father or I; as for father, he risked death should his leanings be found out whilst living in a Muslim country.

~~~

Taking the key, Chris unlocked the door stood back, letting me walk first into our dark flat. As soon as I heard the door close his hands were on me, I let out an excited warbling cry of excitement before Chris spun me around and stifled my cries with his kisses

"God, I've missed you" he said, roughly pushing me against the wall. Chris leaned hard against me trapping me, his knee spreading my legs apart before roughly running his hand up between my legs, seeking the zipper to my jeans.

"Whoa, I cried, if you want bloody hands you're going the right way about it!" I replied harshly

With that Chris eased up with the pressure and we made our way slowly upstairs into the flat proper. I gulped and tears began to stream down my face.

"What's ever the matter" enquired Chris taking me gently in his arms and drawing me close

"I thought you were about to rape me for being such a slut to you"

"Why would I do that, you knew the agreement, so what if you've found another lover, I take it you have been screwing him; I can't be here 24/7 to guard you against your desires, all I asked was for you to be careful, there are a lot of nasty diseases out there, that's all"

"So you don't mind if Jon and I keep seeing each other then?"

"No, in fact I can't wait to meet him, he sounds really nice; I take it I will be meeting him over Christmas?"

"There could be a problem there; he was sat, no lying beside me when I took your call last night, after which we rowed a bit and he walked out."

"Oh, are there any more surprises before we eat because I'm starving, the food on the plane was crap, so I've had nothing since breakfast."

"Well there is one thing I forgot to mention," I paused, studying the look on Chris' face; "Izzy's going to be joining us for Christmas."

Chris just stood there open-mouthed. "Wow, that's going to be interesting, because I've told Jamie that if he got bored with the's he could come and stay with us a couple of days."

Flabbergasted, I suggested that perhaps we should sit down, enjoy the meal I had ready in the slow-cooker and plan things out for Christmas. The flat has 3 bedrooms plus the sofa which could convert into a bed. I would definitely need to get extra duvets and pillows, should all our potential guests decided to stay, as for the sleeping arrangements they can sort that out themselves.

Having finished our meal, and with both of us knackered, we got into bed and continued our discussions there. It was not long before I began to play with Chris' cock, I had forgotten how long and smooth it was compared to Jon's.

"It's so...hot and hard, yet smooth to touch," I murmured, running my delicate fingers along it.

"This is all wrong, letting you play with me" Chris groaned as my hand curled slowly around his cock before sliding to its root, causing him to flitch as it past over his glans.

"I'm going to do more than just touch you, I've waited a long time for this" I said, now on my knees beside him.

His cock twitched and jumped with anticipation as he watched my mouth get closer and closer to my goal, precum oozed continuously from its end, the absence of movement causing a pearl to be suspended by a minute thread before falling onto his stomach.

I leaned closer, flicked out my tongue and caught these pearls before licking the top of Chris' cock with the tip of my tongue. Savouring these pearls of precum; I then continued to lick the oozing precum from his cock, round and round I went, stopping occasionally to prise open his piss hole and seek more. At last, I pursed my lips. Tilting my head down farther, I pressed my lips down onto the rounded tip of his cock, easing my puckered lips down until they were encircling its flared edge. With only the head of his cock between my lips, I began to suck and run my tongue over it as more precum oozed out of it.

Unable to control himself, Chris gently thrust his hips forward, trying to bury more of his cock inside my hot mouth. But, I denied him, keeping my lips locked down around the glans of his aching cock. Leaning back, I released my lips from his cock. Smiling, I cupped his smooth dangling balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"My, these are heavy, been missing someone have we?" I provocatively asked.

"You're going to give me a fucking heart attack, with your teasing" Chris gasped, thrusting his cock up against my lips. With perverse anticipation, he watched me open my lips this time, easing them down over the bulging head of his cock and onto its smooth, thick, blue-veined shaft.

"Oh...fuck!" he groaned out as my hot lips closed tightly around his twitching shaft.

He then felt the suction as I began to pull at his cock with my delicate lips. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked on him. Lifting his heavy, dangling balls in the palm of my minute hand, I juggled on them as if I was urging him to empty their contents into my mouth.

I began to hum as Chris slowly began to fuck my mouth.

"Fucking Hell!" he muttered as the gentle vibrations stimulated his cock. He swore again as he felt a finger slide along his perineum then began prodding at his anus.

Still groaning he reached down; gently grasping my head he held it still. Working his hips back and forth, he eased his cock in and out of my sucking mouth.

My lips, a delicate pink, bellowed in and out as he pistoned his cock back and forth. His heart was pounding; every sinew in his body was tightening. It wouldn't be long now, he dizzily thought, feeling the rasp of my tongue along the underside of his cock.

Chris thought he could control his emotions and hold back his ejaculation until the moment he wanted to release it. But this was not the case now. Just the thought of his beautiful wife sucking on his cock had already primed him. He was like a grenade primed to go off and now he was quickly rushing towards that moment; that glorious moment when his whole body would of erupt.

"Gonna come...gonna come..." he panted, working his hips back and forth faster as I sucked on him harder, the force of the suction keeping my mouth trapped around his cock.

"Fuckkk," he cried as he felt his balls explode, followed by a powerful, pulsing twitch as a gigantic surge of hot, creamy cum spurted into my mouth.

Easing his cock deeper into my sucking mouth, he felt another jolt as a second surge of thick cum spurted forth into my mouth. Looking down he saw me swallow the surges of cum down easily, this gave him a perverse thrill. I had accepted my husband's gift freely and willingly as his balls continued to squirt gush after gush of thick, creamy semen into my mouth. Finally, his cock stopped pulsating and began to shrivel inside my cum-filled mouth.

Finished swallowing, I looked up into his eyes and let his cock slowly slither out of my mouth, leaving a trail of his gooey semen glistening wetly on my soft, delicate lips. Then he saw the bulge of my tongue poke out against my cheeks as I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth.

"Good God, Sarah, where the hell did you learn all that?" he panted, releasing his hold on my head and trying to catch his breath.

"I hoped you'll like it," running my tongue over my lips, licking away the trail of cum. "Its amazing what you can learn on the internet these days."

With that I turned on my side, facing away from Chris. He likewise turned towards me and moved closer; curling his form to cocoon the full length of my body, his hand resting on my stomach, his cock still leaky and wilting lay in the cleft of my ass. With a slight shiver and a soft murmur of "I love you", we both fell asleep.

Friday

I woke up long before Chris, and crept into the bathroom to wash off all the sweat and pussy juice that one seems to collect after a good nights fucking, not that I'm complaining for its nice to see Chris laid alongside me in bed. After taking a hot shower, luxuriating in the feel of the water splashing over my tits, now free of 'the curse' I decided it was time to douche myself thoroughly, I needed to be squeaky clean, for Chris would expect me to be available to him in all ways and to be truthful I had missed our extra-curricular activities.

Coming out of the bathroom I noticed that Chris still lay supine on the bed, kneeling beside him I began to very lightly tickle him with my hair, blowing lightly through pursed lips. I lightly pushed on his shoulder and hip when he tried to rise. With my face this close to his, my hair cascaded over his face and my breath blew onto his lips, he raised his hands, grabbed my hair pulling my face down onto his, and began kissing me, his tongue gently stabbing at my mouth.




My Escape to London Ch. 03



I returned his kiss with matching intensity before dragging my fingernails over his skin, gently letting my nipples touch and drag along his skin as I worked my way to his cock. The sensation of his skin against my lips and nipples was electric and I could feel my pussy throbbing, aching, and empty.

When I reached his now fully erect cock I only trailed my hair over him and moved up to his belly, ignoring his thrust up towards my face as I passed over. Again he kissed me and I returned his kiss, focusing on the taste of his mouth and the feel of his lips, completely turning my mind away from the waves of pleasure as my first orgasm spread through me.

I covered his body with the most intense of touches, deep kisses and light bites, pressing and massaging deep into his muscles with my hands. When I reached his cock this time I paused, looked up at him then with sparkling eyes leaned down and sensually rubbed my tits against him. Leaning down I directed my hot breath over it when he thrust up towards my mouth I slowly ran my tongue over its length, starting its tip and stopping at his balls.

Boldly I reached out and grasped his hugely erect cock firmly in my hand, revelling in the spasm of pleasure that flashed across his face. Leaning down I slowly took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to lick and massage its rich red helmet. I began to suck rhythmically, not going any deeper, not stimulating his shaft at all. Chris tried again to thrust up into my mouth but I evaded him. He tried to grab my head but I trapped his hands in mine. I kept sucking, increasing the strength of the vacuum in my mouth, roughly lashing the sensitive skin with my tongue. He was gasping and groaning. I released him abruptly letting the suction break with an audible 'pop': His cock now jerking and pulsating, its head an abnormal purple and swollen.

I carefully positioned myself over him and ever so slowly began to ease my hot pussy over him. I lowered myself down his shaft a fraction at a time taking almost a full minute to fully engulf him. God how I had longed for this moment, for it had been a good 6 months since I had felt this length of cock in my pussy. Chris grabbed at my hips and tried to lift me up again to thrust into me but I trapped his hands and brought them to my face kissing and sucking on his fingers before meshing his fingers with mine.

Pinning his hands on either side of his head I leaned forward and keeping my pussy totally still I began to rhythmically tighten and ripple the muscles in my pussy. He growled long and low. I began to move my hips in tiny circles. I held him trapped inside me for what seemed an eternity before I began to lift and lower onto him, still squeezing and rotating. I kept up the slow pumping up and down until I could feel him building to climax. I slowed then stopped. He tried to jerk his hands out of mine, his hips lunging up trying to thrust into me.

"Goddamn. I got to fuck you." His voice was hoarse and filled with raging lust.

I nodded and smiled. Slowly I dismounted him and quickly turned over on my stomach and raised my hips. I grabbed hold of the sheet just before Chris slammed into me. His lunge almost pinned me to the bed, I grunted and cried out.

"God you're such a fucking tease, I'm going to fuck your brains out" cried Chris lunging into me so violently that I kept getting knocked down flat. I scrambled to the head of the bed and braced myself against it. Every thrust slammed in so deep I could feel him bash hard against my cervix. I was orgasming at every battering plunge. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed my breasts pulling hard as he jammed his throbbing jerking cock as deep as he could before spraying his hot seed into me. "Fucking hell" cried Chris as my pelvic muscles caused his body to twitched and convulsed as he spurted more and more seed into my hot spasming cunt. His muscular chest drilled into my back, his breath hot and heavy on the back of my neck, as we stayed locked together, regaining our strength.

He flinched and grunted as he pulled his spent cock from me before lying supine on the bed. I bent over him and took his cock into my mouth. "Oh fuck, Oh god" cried Chris, his cock now supersensitive after his orgasm and I knew that the sensation of cleaning him with my mouth and then gently suckling him now was in some ways even more intense than his climax.

As we lay in each other's arms, I idly played with the hairs on Chris' chest and stomach, he, gently stroking my body. We talked about our lives, about the fascinations I had regarding sex and of my true love for all the men in my life.

A rumbling of stomachs soon broke their intimate conversation, "Hungry or would you just like to shower first?" whispered Chris.

"I've already had mine, you go ahead whilst I get us some breakfast" I mumbled.

The smell of breakfast; eggs and bacon, toast and coffee wafted from the kitchen as Chris made his entrance; seeing me with my back towards him I looked ravishing. If someone had told him six months ago, that he would see his wife stood naked at the stove, he would have said they were crazy. But there I was, with those trim legs, pert ass, and blond hair hanging loose, almost reaching the small of my back.

When I turned round to welcome Chris for a few seconds there was utter silence as Chris just looked at my breasts with utter astonishment?

"What the fuck," exclaimed Chris; for there, before him, I stood with two flashing Christmas decorations attached to my nipples.

"Help yourself to toast and coffee, breakfast won't be long, I'm just doing the eggs," I said busying myself with the frying pan. Soon it wasn't long before I had the meals platted up and made my way over to the table.

Chris just sat and drooled as I walked across the kitchen then bent and leant towards him offering him his plate, the two flashing ornaments freely swinging with every movement of my body.

"You no like", I mimicked in an oriental accent.

"Me like, very much, me want more later" quipped Chris as he eagerly woofed down his meal. With almost an empty plate, Chris asked me what I was going to do about Jon, whereupon I suggested that perhaps he should phone Jon tonight and try to arrange a meeting to talk things through.

"Right milady, even though I want to shag the arse off you, we've got things to do; its 4 days to Christmas and from what I can see, we have very little in to celebrate with. I think its time we went shopping." With that they left the breakfast table and made themselves ready to face the world.

~~~

It was many hours later before Chris and I collapsed on the sofa, totally worn out by our forays into the world of Christmas shopping. "Bloody hell I'm glad that's over" uttered Chris, "It was worst than being in an Arabian bazaar, never again" he continued.

"If you think that was bad just wait for the January sales" I replied slowly rising to make us a pot of coffee. "When were you thinking of ringing Jon, he should be home by now." I shouted from the bedroom whilst changing into my usual scruffs.

With a sigh I heard Chris get up and move over to the phone. Staying put in the bedroom, after a while I heard them chatting before arranging to meet at the 'Warrington' wherever that was and with a quick 'See you later' Chris was out through the front door.

"Well how did it go?" I quizzically asked when Chris returned a few hours later.

"What a lovely man, at first he was a bit apprehensive but after a couple of jars we got on like a house on fire. I let him ask the questions and I answered them as truthfully as possible, all is forgiven and yes he will stay with us over Christmas; he's spent too many Christmas's alone since his wife died."

"When was he thinking of coming" I asked and then giggled, thinking of its connotations.

"Sometime Sunday afternoon, he had a few things to do and said you'll understand" replied Chris.

"Right tomorrow's Saturday and Christmas is on Tuesday" I muttered to myself as I made us some supper.

That night unusually for us it was a quiet night, a lot of mutual kissing and teasing followed by some masturbation, for we just didn't seem to have the energy for a good nights shagging.

Saturday

With Chris out shopping getting some last minute items I made myself busy around the flat doing the odd cleaning job etc; when the door bell rang, thinking it was Chris returning I quickly rushed down the stairs dressed only in my pants and flung the door open.

"Jon!.....Your here!" I cried..... "I expected you tomorrow"

Dropped his case onto the ground, Jon quickly gathered me in his arms. We hugged and kissed each other like two lovers, before whispering into my ear, "Perhaps we should continue this inside," it was only then I realised my almost naked state.

Now apart I quickly turned around and headed back upstairs with Jon in hot pursuit, Jon just couldn't stop himself from looking at me, at my shapely legs, and the way my body moved left very little to the imagination; Jon was traumatised by the vision before him.

"Coo-eee I'm here" I said gently in an effort to break the silence as I showed him his room.

"Okay, Sorry!" Jon mumbled, but his mind was still elsewhere.

"I've put you in the room next to ours, there's just one minor problem the bathroom is shared so if you want some privacy you'll have to remember the lock the other door, not that we do. Chris and I love catching each other in the buff."

"I'll remember that," Jon replied with a twinkle in his eye.

"Right I'll let you get settled in.....Oh! By the way, rules of the house; anything goes and I mean anything, and if you go hungry or thirsty it's your own bloody fault.....OK!" with that I left Jon to finish unpacking whilst I continued to clean the flat.

With Chris still out shopping or whatever, I started to plan for our evening meal; with Jon here I decided to make it something special. We had plenty of wine and food in plus the luxury of Monday should things go wrong and I had to shop again. Digging out my French cookery book I tried to match the books requirements to the contents of our pantry, within minutes I had it; toasted goats cheese on baguettes, followed by lamb with roasted potatoes, tomatoes etc; and crème brulee to finish. For the wine I'll open a couple of bottles of Bandol.

Soon Jon joined me in the kitchen and asked if he could help and in no time we were both busy chatting and preparing the food for tonight's meal. With Chris still away I began to tease him in various ways, trying to get him to relax. Normally when we're together there's no problem, but with the presence of Chris even though he wasn't here I think Jon felt a bit intimidated.

"Do you fancy a glass of wine" I murmured walking over to the pantry.

"Yes, a red if you got some" replied Jon, his hands now busy in the sink washing up.

With that I opened a Merlot, poured Jon and I two huge glasses and returned to his side, it soon became apparent by the tenting of his trousers that Jon was aroused, so standing behind him I gently took hold of his trouser zip and pulled it down. Jon turned round and gave a sigh as my hand reached in and freed his cock of its imprisonment. He trembled as I slowly began stroking it. I glanced into his eyes then knowingly knelt on the floor.

Jon groaned as I with a little gagging took him deep into my mouth, my tongue working overtime on his glans. "Oh God! Slow down," Jon begged. "I'm going to cum if you don't." hearing this I only suckled harder. Jon grunted as his cock erupted like a cannon. I murmured as the warm sticky cum rushed into my mouth. Hungrily I swallowed each precious drop before continuing to draw every drop from his balls.

"God, that was incredible". Jon uttered. With that, I withdrew my mouth from his cock, stood up, hooked my arm around his neck then pressed my mouth onto his: my silky, slightly salty tongue first probing then sliding hungrily inside his. "My god Sarah, you certainly know how to make someone welcome" uttered Jon, gulping a mouth full of wine.

"Well someone had to break the ice, as I said anything goes here and if you go hungry it's your own fault" I said reminding Jon about the house rules.

With Chris yet to return I asked Jon if he would lay the table for me, the full works candles included. It was just after the table was laid when the doorbell rang. This had to be Chris returning I quickly rushed down the stairs and flung the door open.

"God I'm glad to see you where have you been" I demanded, this time conscious I was wearing very little I allowed Chris into the flat proper.

"Believe it or not I've been stuck on the tube, some kind of power failure"

Hearing this we immediately began to laugh then had to explain that these were the same conditions that Jon and I first came intimate. Seeing the open bottle of wine, Chris quickly poured himself a glass then opening another asked Jon to join him in the lounge whilst I got on with the dinner.

The room was aglow from the candles making it seem a little bigger as I called everyone to the table. The room was warm and the scent from the candles and roast lamb hung like some invisible cloud as we ate and drunk ourselves to a stupor.

All three of us had eaten too much so after dinner we just lounged about drinking and talking. As the night progressed, the conversation became more and more intimate, resulting in Chris and me becoming very affectionate with each other. Our innuendos finally gave way to physical pawing; soon Jon feeling un-wanted made his excuses and went to bed, we followed soon after.

It wasn't long before he heard the familiar sounds of sex. His bedroom being directly next to ours and even through the closed doors he could hear our every moan and groan. It wasn't long before Jon's cock swelled and he found himself stroking it. Soon his hands were not only stroking his cock but playing with his nipples. My moans got louder and when Chris started, that did it, Jon's nerve broke and he yelled at us. "This isn't fair; you're driving me nuts in here."

An instant later, I replied. "Its Christmas, come and join the fun then." Then turning to Chris I suggested that a perhaps a little music and some dim lighting may be in order.

As Jon made his way meekly into our bedroom, I quickly jumped out of bed and before he could say anything I kissed him... deep loving kisses, I was drunk enough so I didn't need to be encouraged but just started moving to the Latin beat of the music. As I moved and swayed to the music Chris muttered, "Ok let's see what you two of can do?"

With my arms wrapped around his neck, Jon put his hands on either side of my hips. We moved to the rhythm of the music and Chris could tell that I was trying to move my body in a way that Jon would find sexy. After a few minutes Chris noticed my eyes closing and my head moving back into a kind of dreamy state. It didn't take long after that for me to move in close to Jon and start to grind my pussy against his crotch.

Watching Jon and I, Chris could feel his cock starting to harden so he came up behind me, placed his hands on my waist and kissed the back of my neck. As he did he whispered in my ear, "Kiss him."

I pulled Jon's head toward me and opening my mouth kissed him deeply tasting his hot sweet breath. Chris moved his hands up to my shoulders and rubbed me as he kissed behind my ears; his hands then moved up and down my back rubbing first my shoulders and then moving down to my hips and ass. Gently he moved his hands around my waist trying not to tickle me.

Noises of pleasure came from me as Chris's hands slid around my sides and up to enclose my tits in his strong hands. As he pressed my breasts and kissed the back of my neck he felt Jon's hand come up to my left breast so he moved his away. Continuing to kiss my neck and shoulders I gasped as Jon's right hand tweaked my left breast and Chris's right hand tweaked my right breast. I gasped at the thought of the hands of two men caressing me and two sets of lips stimulating me.

Chris moved both hands up to grab my breasts and as he did he pressed hard against my back. I could feel his hardness as he pressed into my back and at the same time I was pressed against Jon's cock with his chest pressing Chris' hands onto my breasts. Chris's pressure against me slackened as his hands moved down to my waist where I felt his mouth kiss the small of my back as he lowered himself onto his knees before kissing my ass.

With my hands around Jon's neck and his hands on my tits we entered a deep kiss. Chris on his knees behind me, explored my legs and ass with his hands, I felt incredibly sexy, naked between two handsome men touching my body trying to pleasure me.

Jon's tongue was probing deep inside my mouth while his hands caressed my breasts. Chris' hands moved up my parted legs, massaged my ass, and then moved back down again while he continued to kiss my ass and hips: Taking my left leg in both hands with his right in between my legs. He continued kissing my ass as his hands moved slowly up my leg. I gasped sucking in some of Jon's breath as Chris's hand touched my leaky pussy.

Chris slid his finger into me astonished at how wet I was. He slid a second finger in and spread my pussy juice around my lips before sliding his fingers forward towards my clit. With one finger on either side of my clit he slid them back and forth at the same time that Jon took one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and bucked my hips in response to the stimulation of Chris' fingers. Chris worked his fingers back and forth moving back to slide inside her and back out again to spread the juices on my swollen lips and up to my ass. He took his fingers and spat on to them mixing his saliva with my juices

Soon I felt a finger prod then worm its way into my rectum. I was as wet as hell and I moved my hips back and forth enjoying the intrusion whilst I bit my lip and grunted. I ran my right hand over Jon's head and pulled him tight against my breast.

While Chris worked his magic below, Jon suckled and bit on my nipples whilst I toyed with his stiff cock smiling as I remembered how much I had enjoyed the feel of it deep inside my pussy.

Jon raising his head stepped forward and began kissing me hard on the mouth. As he did my right hand reached out and grabbed his cock pulling on it and directing it between my legs. I spread my legs further and directed Jon's cock to my slick pussy lips. Chris moved his hand away and Jon's cock quickly slipped into me. My eyes went wide and I gasped.

"Oh my god..."Oh fuck, FUCK!" I moaned, as Jon's rigid cock slowly entered me, I felt the ridges of Jon's foreskin as it ploughed deeper and deeper into me until my swollen clit ground against his pelvis.

Together we lowered ourselves onto the bed where I wrapped my legs strongly around Jon's middle as he slid in and out of me. Chris was beside us, his cock bouncing by my head. I opened my mouth and Chris directed his cock towards my lips.

I bounced up and down on the bed as Jon drove his thick cock in and out. I couldn't hold Chris's cock in my mouth so he pulled away. Then his face came up to mine and he kissed me hard on the mouth pushing his tongue deep into my mouth whilst his fingers squeezed my nipples.

My eyes went wide as Chris moved to my ear and said in a deep throaty voice, "God Sarah. I love you. You are so fucking hot and sexy."

With that his mouth quickly moved to my breasts and sucked on each nipple while Jon with the knowledge that came with age, gently fucked me causing me to groan and squirm under him. Occasional strokes would excite my g-spot causing me to arch my back, thrusting my pussy harder against Jon's cock.

My hands were never still always roaming over Jon's body urging him on. "Come on, fuck me, fuck my pussy; make me cum with your big fat cock!" I cried as Jon pumped with increasing urgency inside my tight pussy.




My Escape to London Ch. 03



Fucking me faster and faster, Jon could feel his orgasm building in his balls. I could sense it too, his cock thickening inside me, Jon's thrusts becoming more urgent, my breathing became more rapid as I struggled to urge him on. My breathing quickened as Chris was pulling and tugging relentlessly at my nipples with his fingers.

"Yes...YES!" I panted. "Fuck me...That's right fuck me!"

Sensing my climax was imminent, Jon's hips began to work faster and faster, pacing his rhythm with that of my rushed breathing. I began to meet his downward strokes with upward thrusts of my own. Faster and faster the strokes came, until at last, an explosion tore through Jon's body.

As the first surge welled up from his groin, I gasped, thrusting my self up hard against Jon's pelvis, I gasped again when his cock hit my cervix. With his cock buried deep inside my cunt, Jon could feel his semen spurting out into my spasming pussy.

With each hot powerful surge, I cried out again and again, my whole body convulsing with delight. Clutching Jon tightly against my body, I moaned out my satisfaction as more and more of his thick cum spewed out into my pussy. Grinding myself up against him, I rode out our simultaneous orgasm, as Jon groaned and grunted atop me.

Finally, utterly spent and exhausted from both the fucking and the emotional drain, Jon withdrew his cock and flopped down beside me. I could feel cum oozing down between my ass cheeks onto the bed as he lay collapsed to the side.

Chris's hand was between my legs before I knew it and he smeared my juices and Jon's come around. Pushing her back onto the bed he got in between her legs and quickly pushed his weeping cock into me. I was so wet that his cock slipped in easily. He dived forward and his mouth covered mine as he groaned and grunted. I couldn't believe how passionate he was as he pumped in and out; placing his arms under my legs he lifted them onto his shoulders, now I could feel the full length of Chris' cock as it plunged into me, hitting my cervix on every downward stroke. Suddenly he buried his face in the corner of my neck, his body went rigid and he grunted as he shot his additional load into my pussy.

Chris just laid between my legs, his cock deep in my pussy his head resting on my chest. I lay with my arms around him whilst my pelvic muscles squeezed his cock as hard as I could. As I lay there feeling Chris' cock slowly wilt, I could feel a puddle of Chris and Jon's cum mixed with my juices forming on the bed beneath my ass. With my left hand I reached down and slid a finger into my cunt. As I felt how wet I was I thought to myself what a wonderful Christmas this was going to be then smiled happily.

Not wishing to disturb each other we just snuggled up together and promptly fell asleep.

 To be continued in part 2



My Escape to London Ch. 04



A lot of things happened in the run up to Christmas, so I've split this chapter of my life into several parts for easier reading

Sunday

Come morning I was woken by the feeling of both my nipples being sucked and fingers circling my pussy. It was bliss; I just laid there and enjoyed the attention my body was getting. My mind kept telling me to get up, but my body told me a different story, one I had waited many months for.

"Good morning, gentlemen. You're one hell of an alarm clock," I said.

With the room still in total darkness, soon a body rolled on top of me, followed by a cock slowly entered my sopping pussy. It felt fantastic as it wormed its way deep into my pussy; bumping into my cervix I immediately knew it was Chris.

Wrapping my legs about Chris' waist we slowly began to fuck, Soon Chris upped the pace he put his hands under my ass making his penetrations deeper for now he was continually hitting my cervix. I began to moan loudly as the onslaught continued. Soon the pain turned into delightful throbs as I felt my pussy begin to tighten.

"Unngghhh! Oh God, yes!" I gasped

Each of my squeals only encouraged Chris to plunge deeper into me.

Soon both of us was grunting and squealing in unison, I swear Chris' cock was getting bigger every second.

"Ohhhnnnn God, ohhhnnn God!" I moaned. "Ohhhh yes, fuck me hard, please, harder! Ungghhh! Oh shit! Unggh! Ohnngg! Annggghh! Unh! Yes! Yes!" I murmured incoherently, getting more out of control by the second.

Suddenly I squealed loudly as the shocks wracked through my body. "Ohhnnn God, oh Jeeesus, yesss, unnngghhiieeeee!"

We groaned and came at the same time. Chris pushed his cock deep into me and grunted as his cum shot out from him.

"You okay?" Chris asked trying to catch his breath at the same time.

"Shit, it's a long time since I've been fucked like that!" I murmured, with glazed eyes; my body still trembling from its exertions. Trapping Chris between my legs I felt his cock shrink slowly, it's a marvellous feeling for those who have never tried it.

Now back in the land of the living, Jon was shouting to us that he had breakfast ready and if we wanted it hot we had better come now. Chris and I just looked at each other and giggled before strolling naked into the kitchen. Cum dribbled down my legs and Chris' flaccid cock jiggled around as he walked beside me.

"You could have got cleaned up and dressed" said Jon in rather a stern manner.

"Tut-tut, remember the house rules, anything goes"

"Does that apply to everything" he asked

"Yes, the only exceptions are, no crapping or pissing outside of the toilet" I jokingly replied

With that we all sat done and began to enjoy the breakfast before us.

I took a big bite of omelette "Delicious!" I said having emptied my mouth, I then bit into my toast then took a bite of bacon and washed everything down with a mouthful of coffee.

"You're a great cook. Someday you're going to make some woman very happy." I said then suddenly feeling very guilty I apologised for my faux pas

"That's ok, I'm over it now, atleast I can make one woman happy" Jon said, flirting back at me.

My eyes got a little brighter. "Could it be you're trying to flirt with me sir; a married woman with her husband sat beside; I certainly like the cut of you jib," I said in a huskily voice.

I smiled and added a little more jam to a crust of toast before daintily nibbling one of the ends. "Like I said, you're going to make some woman very happy. Possibly sooner than later."

Despite taking time for conversation, we had done a fair job of consuming breakfast. All three of us were getting down to the last bits of toast and scraps of egg. I still had a slice of bacon and some egg and the men had most of a piece of toast apiece, but we were close to done. We spent the next couple minutes in relative silence, chewing, swallowing, and washing things down with coffee.

Chris split the last of the coffee between us and added a little milk to our mugs. I felt delightfully full and said so. I picked up my coffee, sighed happily, and leaned back slightly in my chair. My arms were up in such a way that my breasts were now totally visible.

I smiled and said "Like what you see, mister?" looking directly at Jon

"Very much so," Jon replied.

"Let me see if I can stir your hormones then." I said picking up the pot of strawberry jam spooning out a small amount, and then dabbing my nipples carefully. A drop of jam escaped and landed on my upper thigh where I wiped it up with a finger as carefully as if it were a drop of semen. I licked my finger, "Mmmmmm, it tastes very good, a bit sweet perhaps, not quite the thing I'm getting used to tasting this Christmas." My nipples were fairly erect and glistened with jam. It was a definite turn on, without a doubt.

"I could stare at your breasts for hours except for one thing," Jon said.

"And what would that be kind sir?" I asked.

"I have trouble just staring at them and not wanting to do something a little more direct and physical."

"You seem to have managed that for quite a while in the past," I retorted.

"Yes, that's true, but there were two differences then. First, I haven't just made love to you. And second..."

With our conversation becoming more intimate, Chris made his excuses, left the table and made his way towards the shower; I then continued my banter with Jon.

"Yessss?" Batting my eyes at him a few times.

"I always knew how wonderful you were, Sarah, but I'd only surmised how wild your life was. Now I know, I feel inhibited, especially with Chris here, in the flat with us."

"Look Jon, I love you with the same intense feelings I have for Chris, Chris and I are both free spirits, he has his lover, I have mine, we are both very careful and we have literally no inhibitions."

"You said Chris has his lover?" Jon asked quizzically

"Yes, Chris is bi-sexual, he has a friend in the army, who is also bi-sexual and we quiet often have a threesome together, why do you ask!"

"Just curious, that's all" replied Jon sighing

"Right, enough from me. What would you do right now, don't think just say it?" I said.

"Well, I would like to lick your nipples especially if they were coated in strawberry jam."

"Well it looks as if you've got your wish?" I replied having tried to lick my own nipples and failed. "Care to do it for me?" I added as an inducement

"Oh! Yes, rather!" Jon replied wiping his mouth quickly on his napkin and moving around to my side of the table. He put his hands on my shoulders from behind and kissed me on the ear, then my cheek then finally my lips when I tilted my head back. I obligingly pushed my chair back from the table and off to one side, so Jon was able to move around to my front and nibble his way down my front. He then gave a coated nipple a quick kiss followed by a lengthy suck, before kissing his way over to the other which he kissed lightly then started sucking on it firmly. I cradled his head into my chest and rocked just like a mother nursing her infant.

Jon alternated between nipples while I stroked his hair and back. He stood upright after a few minutes before saying "You're pretty sweet even without the jam, but the strawberries just added a certain zest" smacking his lips.

For ease of writing I've taken Jon's perspective for the next few paragraphs:-

Sarah noticing my cock was sticking out of my pyjamas, grabbed it then stroked it a few times before drawing me close. Her lips were so inviting I knew that I just had to slide my cock between them. I groaned as she took me deep into her mouth, her tongue working overtime on my glans. "Oh God! Slow down," I begged. "I'm going to cum if you don't." Sarah only suckled harder. I grunted as my cock erupted like a cannon. Sarah murmured as the warm sticky cum rushed into her mouth, swallowing every precious drop before continuing to draw the very last drops from my balls.

"Would you care for a second fuck of the day?" I asked

"Certainly, kind sir, lead the way!"

We walked back down the hall to the bedroom. Sarah stopped at the end of the bed and turned. Taking hold of her hips I kissed and suckled each breast then knelt before her. Sarah, still naked, spread her legs slightly. I kissed her pussy and put my fingers to her pussy lips, which were still wet and engorged. The mixture of pussy juice and Chris' cum hung heavily within her crutch

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pushed my face up into her crotch and licked deeply. This clearly met with Sarah's approval. My fingers went deep into her and I held her pussy open so I could lick her clit a little easier. Sarah spread her legs even wider, placed her hands on the back of my head and pushed herself down onto my face.

I licked her a little then pulled my face back. I worked my fingers in and out of Sarah. She was sticky and hot again and the stroking at this angle made a kind of slurping sound. I made sure the tips of my fingers didn't touch her g-spot, what was clear; Sarah was getting extremely turned on.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Actually, I'm giving myself time to recover and just having fun while I get you warmed up," I replied.

"I can hardly argue with that, but I really do want to fuck you. Would it help if I lay down on the bed?"

While Sarah sauntered over to the side of the bed, I quickly dashed into the bathroom and bought back a couple of towels.

"Okay, I'm game." Sarah pointed her feet then keeping her feet together pulled her knees back towards her crutch. She then reached out grabbed her ankles and said "Like what you see?"

Her pussy was spread wide, god she was hot, I could see at least an inch up inside her; the skin around her engorged pussy just shone with juice. And I swear her anal rosebud winked at me as I stood in amazement.

"Are you going to eat me or what?" Sarah teased, wiggling her hips a little.

"Very much so, but I'm going to see if I can make you ejaculate, first, which is easier to do with fingers until we get used to it."

"Oh, ejaculate we are posh... Very well, then, get on with it!" sighed Sarah following through with a giggle. I laughed at her, in no way could you ever get angry with Sarah her personality was too infectious.

I got onto the bed and positioned myself between her now open legs; bending down I licked her slit all the way up with a firm scooping motion of my tongue; making sure I made full contact with her clit.

"Hey, I thought you weren't going to eat me!" said a startled Sarah

"It was too good an opportunity to pass up," I said. "And you taste good too! Perhaps a little salty."

"Just get on with it, I can't be waiting forever."

"Okay, okay, you'd think you had nothing better to do than lie around and be pleasured. First I want you to get comfy. You look great as you are, but you'll probably be more comfortable if we prop your legs up so you don't have to think about anything other than enjoying yourself." I lowered her legs and then propped them up so her knees were bent and her feet were apart. Once done I placed the towels slightly under her ass and in between her legs.

"I'm going to try a few different things once I've found your g-spot. You're to tell me what feels best, if none of it seems to work, we can stop and try again some other time. This takes some practice, so I don't want you to get all frustrated if it doesn't work the first time. But, the best bit is you get to lie there while I play with your pussy and do things to make you feel good and possibly cum big time; your idea of a fun day?"

"Oh, yeah," replied Sarah. "I'm willing to go a long way with this. Like you say, what's the worst that could happen?  I hope it's not like that Tantric sex?"

Using my left hand I spread the top of her pussy lips so I could get better access to her clit. With Sarah as wet as she was I had no trouble pushed the middle two fingers of my right hand slowly into her pussy and moved them back and forth a couple times to make sure they were thoroughly moistened. When I finally touched Sarah's g-spot, it was already quiet firm. Just touching it caused her to jerk and cried out.

"That's promising. How does this feel?" running the tips of my fingers slowly across it again.

"Fucking Hell!" cried Sarah, jerking her hips up towards me a little.

"Let me try a few other things and see how they work for you." I put my two fingers together and tapped rapidly three or four times on Sarah's g-spot. The reaction I got was immediate and vigorous: Sarah jerked and her back arched and she made a loud "Gnnngghh!" noise.

"I think we've got it!" I said smugly, misquoting Henry Higgins.

"Fucking hell," Sarah replied. "I felt that all the way down to my toes..." She paused. "But it didn't feel like I came. That's weird?"

"That sounds like we're doing the right thing, though: Ready to try one other technique?"

"What if I combine this with a little direct stimulation like this?" I went back to pressing her g-spot while rubbing her clit with my left hand.

Sarah said "Nah it's very nice, but I still don't know if it's going to do anything special. How about going back to whatever you did a few moments ago?"

"What the tapping?"

"Yes. I liked that a lot."

"I noticed that.....You're a slut, you know?"

"Yes, I know, that's why you all love me."

"Touché.....Hang on." I kept my left hand on Sarah's clit (lubrication never seemed to be a problem) and started tapping very lightly about once a second with both hands. Once again, Sarah reacted strongly, this time, she arched slowly, her eyes closed and her lips pressed tightly together humming with increasing volume. I hadn't expected anything this strong or sudden, but seeing her like this made me very hot and envious.

After less than a minute, I saw signs of an approaching orgasm. Sarah's body, especially her thighs were trembling and the humming noise had changed to drawn-out cries of "Ohhhh!" as I kept tapping and stroking Sarah's clit with my hands. Sarah suddenly yelled "Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod!!" and a small squirt of clear fluid shot from her pussy. It splattered my face and chest before soaking into the towels. Not wanting to waste any of this nectar I shoved my face into her crotch and began lapping her soaking pussy, all the while tapping harder and faster.

A scream came out of Sarah as I lapped another squirt of ejaculate, much harder than the first, drenching me. Somewhat to my surprise, Sarah didn't tell me to stop as she usually did when I licked her to an orgasm, but rather was shouting "More! More!" 

Unable to control myself any longer, I pulled my fingers out of her, shuffled up, took Sarah's ass into my hands and shoved my hard cock into her. With her pussy leaking like a fountain, there was hardly any resistance and it felt like I was falling deep into her pussy.

Sarah grabbed me painfully under my armpits and pulled me closer. "You bastard" she cried as her legs wrapped around the small of my back and ass and pulled me into her. I pumped my cock into her as hard and fast as I could. Sarah was completely lost to cumming at this point and I would feel occasional gushes of ejaculate drenching both of us and the bedding.

Sarah's raw lust is incredibly exciting and I came within a couple minutes. I gasped, yelled, and squirmed, grinding my pubic mound against Sarah's as hard and deep as I could while my cum shot into her. As I came, Sarah yelled loudly at my response and came, too. Her legs squeezed me so hard I was worried about hurting her, but then she suddenly relaxed, her legs falling to either side. I collapsed, offered my apologies then rolled to one side. Neither of us could do much but lie where we were gasping for breath. A cool clammy feeling told me that my abdomen was soaked with both our juices.

Some time later, I said "How was that?"

"No shit! That was incredible!" as Sarah reached down and felt herself. "It felt really different. I'd half expected that I'd be too sensitive, but it feels like I could go again right now, once I caught my breath."

"You really are such a slut, you know." I replied, hoping Sarah words were in jest.

"It's all down to you, Jon. Deep down I think you have many hidden talents, you first introduce me to Tantric sex and now this. You may call me a slut, I think I'm enjoying the pleasures of an experienced man."

"I didn't think you'd respond that well or that quickly. It took me ages with my wife, who at first didn't believe it, she thought she was peeing herself until I proved to her it tasted and smelt different. A bit like the sea; really."

Sarah took hold of my face and ran her nose all over, sniffing like a puppy seeking a treat. "It certainly smells different." she murmured kissing my face several times before kissing my lips, a kiss that turned deep and hot lasting for quite a while. "It certainly tastes different, too; less distinct, but...ummm...more persistent. I wonder how long it would keep if we bottled it?"

"You are a slut; the more persistent part is probably because this whole room, possibly the whole flat stinks like a full rut. Which; come to think of it, is an exact and perfect description."

Sarah raised her nose to the air and sniffed. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that." She smiled. I got up and opened the window. The weather was foggy and dull, typical of London this time of year, and it wasn't long before the cold damp air rolled into the bedroom.

We lay there together touching; kissing, all snuggled up under the duvet, for quite a while. All of a sudden Sarah started laughing; a laugh that changed from a quiet belly laugh to snorts rather quickly.

"What's funny?" I said.

Sarah caught her breath and said "I was wondering what Izzy would make of all this, when she arrives."

"Izzy.....Who's Izzy"

It was then I realised what I had just said, "Oh shit" I mumbled to myself trying to think of an easy way out.

"Who's Izzy" repeated Jon looking for an answer

Deciding to be truthful I told Jon, she was an old-school friend who like me was bi-sexual, had just busted up with her female partner and wanted a place to stay over Christmas.

"One of you lovers?" Enquired Jon; now facing me and gently stroking my pussy.

"In a kind of way, we had a holiday together once and she introduced me to sapphism in a mild sort of way. Yes I have strong feelings for her; like I have strong feelings for both you and Chris"

"Just how many lovers do you have?" asked Jon in an intriguing manner.

"Well! There's Chris and his lover (being economical with the truth), you, Izzy and......oh! Zoe; which considering is not many these days" I replied, gently playing with Jon's foreskin.

"Hmmm, I think it's about time we got up don't you?" Jon suggested with a sigh to his voice.

Walking out into the kitchen to make us a pot of coffee, I noticed a note left by Chris; 'Fed up with the sounds of you two enjoying ourselves, gone for a walk around the park, be some while Chris xxxx'. I showed the letter to Jon whose only comments were "Oh dear, I think we had better get washed and dressed before he returns."

"Bloody hell, have you seen the time," I said glancing at the clock; for it was almost 2 in the afternoon

Within an hour of us getting wash and dressed, Chris returned back to the flat.

"You're dressed than" uttered Chris as he reached the top of the stairs. "Did you enjoy yourselves?" he asked in a nonchalant way.

I immediately retorted "It would have been better if you came and joined us then I could have had two pricks beside me.

"What the hell do you mean!" retorted Chris, beating Jon by a whisker

"You know exactly what I mean" I replied....leaving Jon puzzled by our outburst..."Why don't you come out and say it, your jealous of Jon; No...I'll rephrase that your jealous of Jon's prick"




My Escape to London Ch. 04



"Just what the hell is all this about" demanded Jon, interrupting us before it got out of hand.

"Are you going to tell him or shall I" I said now shaking in anger, it was then that Chris decided to be truthful.

"Jon, please don't take this the wrong way, but ever since Sarah has told me about how it feels when you enter and fuck her, I've wanted to feel those same sensations too."

"Are you saying you want me to fuck you?" replied Jon astonished at Chris' statement

"Yes, how you go about it I'll leave it up to you, but my answer is YES"

"Oh!" was the only reply from Jon as he reached for his coffee.

"I've fucked up 'good-n-proper', haven't I" said Chris now regretting his outburst.

"No, its just come as a shock" replied Jon..."Sarah told me you were bi-sexual, but I never thought I would become so involved, for want of a better word. The last time I had a relationship with a man was back in my 'uni' days and that's going back a few years."

"Look why don't I make us all some sandwiches, then we can sit down and think about what we planned to do tonight." Said I trying to ease the situation......."Grrrggghh. Men and their fucking petty egos," I muttered to myself making us a plate of sandwiches whilst the men retired to the lounge.

Scanning 'Time out' we noticed that 'Ratatouille' was showing nearby, so we decided to go and see it then follow up with a meal somewhere. As we had a couple of hours to kill before the performance, I turned on the radio to provide some ambience whilst we chatted amongst ourselves. From where I sat Chris and Jon seemed to have settled any uncertainty between themselves.

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For some strange reason whilst watching the film, erotic thoughts about food handling especially vegetables came into my mind, feeling devilish and with only the cinema a third full, I placed my hands on both my lover's crutches and began slowly stroking. Jon was the first to react by a quick shuffling, soon followed by Chris placing his hand on top of mine forcing it deeper into his crutch.

As the film progressed so my hands became more adventurous, for by now I had unzipped both their trousers and was playing with their cocks, my intention was not to masturbate them, just play with them. Soon Jon began to moan and shuffle more frequently, so not risking an ejaculation I withdrew my hand and concentrated on Chris.

"You're such a fucking tease, just wait until I get you home" whispered Chris as he lent down and pecked me on the neck.

The film was excellent as was the meal after; I made a real pig of myself with the Thai cuisine, slurping up the noodles as seductively as possible trying to maintain a high state of arousal with my lovers.

Taking the key, Chris unlocked the door stood back, letting me walk first into our dark flat. Reaching the top of the stairs I told Chris and Jon to take a seat in the lounge whilst I prepared some coffee.

Walking into the lounge carrying the coffee tray I could feel the tension as I placed it on a side table, I poured myself a cup then went over and sat by Chris on the sofa. There came that pause, that pregnant moment when someone would have to take the initiative. Chris turned slightly and gently put his hand on my neck and started to trace a finger down my neck and over my tits outside my top. Chris then asked Jon if he liked to join us.

His hand then joined Chris' as each gently massaged my neck and breasts.  As I closed my eyes and lay my head back, they both started to pull my top over my breasts whilst I raised my arms up so they could pull it off. I felt scared yet excited at the same time. It was still so new; two guys undressing me at the same time and each as excited as the other. I think it was Chris who undid my bra and freed my breasts and when they each held one I thought I would come. Both of them squeezed my nipples which now stood proud with goose bumps all over them.

My mouth opened and I wanted to utter something, but the sensation of having my nipples tweaked in unison took away my breath. I was so aware of how my skin felt alive; every movement they both made seemed to excite every pore. I stretched my legs out as Jon released both the fastener and zip to my jeans, Chris by now was crouching and had hold of each leg hem and on a signal from Jon, pulled back and removed them, revealing the excuse I have for panties. With Jon renewing his assault on my breasts, Chris hooked his fingers around the hem of my panties and these went the same way as the jeans.

Chris then sat, placed a hand on my thigh before his fingers slid up to my pussy. I then felt Jon's hand join him as two sets of fingers traced a path around my pussy which was so very, very wet.

"Sarah can you stand up" Jon then asked, which I did. It seems strange now but I felt shy as I pulled myself up and looked at you two sat next to each other on the sofa, both still fully dressed with me totally naked. That is, until that intake of breathe you did before the exclamation of "Fucking hell, you're so fucking sexy" as your hands came forward and placed one each side of my waist and just held me. This was a first for Jon, for I had never heard him swear in public.

"Sarah, get on your knees and to face us" Chris said. The last thing I wanted to do was stop was happening, but I did what I was asked.

Chris looked at me and he was so excited and that just gave me the greatest feeling of power to see you two so horny just looking at me. I said something about were you two going to join me and then I shuffled forward and started to undo the buttons on Jon's shirt. My fingers were shaking so much I felt like a teenager again fumbling with those buttons. I looked into his eyes and then across at Chris who was swiftly hauling his shirt over his head before standing up and moving behind me. I pulled apart Jon's shirt and lent forward with both hands on his chest as Chris pressed his groin against my ass. Jon quickly removed his shirt as I started to undo his trousers.

As I pulled down his zip I felt Chris lean over my back so he could watch over my shoulder. Jon and I were looking at each other not saying anything as I put my hand inside his pants and felt his cock, fully erect, hard and glossy with precum. I flipped it out then felt Chris tense up and press hard against my bum. Kissing the back of my neck he whispered in my ear, "Take him in your mouth" with that I pulled Jon's trousers and pants swiftly down around his ankles.

Not waiting to pull them right off I just dived onto his cock and took its throbbing bulbous end into my mouth. As I did this, Jon's head just went back with eyes closed, and he muttered something inaudible; Chris by now was getting out of his clothes as quickly as possible; soon I felt him get down on his knees; his naked cock tracing the furrow of my ass before jerking against my very wet and aching pussy; it just slipped in with no effort, the heat of it filling my pussy simply took my breathe away.

I really don't know what happened or in what order for a while as I know I was high, my pussy was so wet and swollen that Chris felt enormous and he was thrusting harder and harder into me. At some point he grabbed the hair at the back of my neck which always gives me a rush and pulled my head up, Jon's cock flipped out of my mouth as I rose only to fall on his stomach. He then held my head with one hand and replaced his cock into my open mouth with the other.

I was slowly being spit roasted. It felt so wonderful I was on the point of coming when Chris suddenly pulled out and pulled me backwards to lie on the carpet.

I didn't know whether to shout for joy or frustration. Jon stepped out of his trousers etc; as Chris knelt by my head I reached back and took hold of Chris' cock then gently started to wank him. He bent forward, kissed me and asked if I was ok and did I still wanted to go on. I just nodded and he started to rub my clit as I took him into my mouth.

At that point Jon got between my legs and raised them to his shoulders. I stopped wanking Chris and put my hands on my hips as I felt Jon's cock prodding at my pussy lips. Jon then took my hands and very gently clasped them; fingers entwined and put them over my head onto the floor. Chris pulled away, I think to get a better view and that's when I said "Fuck me, fuck me" as every pore of my skin was screaming to be touched and my pussy was leaking lubricant like mad. That's when you really surprised us!

Releasing his hold on me, Jon rose to his feet and moving slowly and came up behind Chris, who now had his cock buried in my mouth as I lay supine on the carpet. Slowly, Jon gave Chris' shoulders a gentle push.

I said something like "You bastard, you fucking bastards, both of you"

Chris understanding what was about to happen and offering no resistance, he lent his body forward so if he so desired he could attack my pussy. Jon reached for the tube of K-Y jelly he had secreted in his trousers, undid the cap and squeezed a generous glob into his finger then liberally coated an area around Chris' anus. He then carefully coated his own cock using an index finger, before working some more jelly into Chris' anus before moving in closer, Jon with the head of his cock resting against Chris's puckered anus and his hands gripping Chris' hips, gave a gentle push, with little resistance the head of his cock entered Chris' anus with ease. "Oh, YES." Cried Chris, surprised by his own words, the sensation was incredible, just as Sarah had described as it penetrated his sphincter, now he just knew, he needed Jon's cock deep inside him. With that open encouragement, Jon slowly pressed onward, inching his cock into Chris's ass. With some patience, Jon glided his cock forward, then back slightly then pushed a little further in until finally he was pressing his pelvis firmly against Chris' ass. After waiting just a moment, Jon began moving freely in and out, fucking Chris' ass.

Below Chris, with his growing cock close to her mouth, I had a perfect view of Jon's cock driving into Chris' ass. I was mesmerised by the sight of my two lovers, fucking, their ball sacs swinging freely before slowly tightening. It was more then I could have wished for and I quickly placed my hand to my soaping wet pussy. The scene in the room was incredible me, lying supine on the carpet, fingers flying in my own pussy, and Chris cock occasionally buried deep in my mouth. Jon behind Chris, driving his cock deep into his ass; Chris, with ecstasy etched upon his face, leaning over me, twisting and teasing my nipples whilst pressing his ass into Jon's driving cock. The sounds and smells in the room were pure sex.

There were no inhibitions, no boundaries, just mutual pleasure. And then, in near unison, Jon's cock swelled and throbbed in Chris' ass; Chris pushed back, burying Jon's cock as deep as it would go, followed by the welcoming feeling of hot cum spurting deep into his bowels. I exploded in orgasm, my body uncontrollably shaking and my fingers buried deep and trapped in my pussy. Chris; overcome by his emotions released his load into my mouth, its output governed by the stroking of his prostate as Jon worked to drive his remaining seed deep into Chris' bowels.

I greedily took Chris' offering into my mouth. With Chris' ass just inches above my face, I watched as Jon extracted his cock, followed by slowly leaking cum. Shuffling up slightly I allowed this cum to dribble into my mouth. With their juices mixing in my mouth I had found a new intimacy with my lovers, and savoured it. Jon and Chris fell back exhausted, looking at each other, smiling. They knew things were never going to be the same between them. And for that, they were excited. As for me, I was ashamed of my earlier outburst, but I think if Jon hadn't surprised us as he did, he never would have.

Monday Christmas Eve

The morning saw me lying alone in bed, the men folk were busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast, over the past few days I was learning that Jon was pretty handy in the kitchen, I suppose it came about with his wife being so ill before her untimely death, a bit like father and I, but we had the army to support us, I wonder who supported him. Soon I heard the call to breakfast with the proviso 'No clothes, No food', so making the effort I donned a dressing gown and made my sleepy way into the kitchen.

Breakfast smelt absolutely delicious, again we had omelette and bacon but this time Jon had added some rosemary to the mix, apparently it reduces the need for salt.

I became uncomfortably aware of my skin plastered with sweat. I felt sticky, and I felt smelly, and naturally decided to take a shower. After all, it would blow some time, and perhaps cool me down a little.

"Right."

I stepped into the shower, with the water moderately hot, and for several long moments, simply letting the water drench me thoroughly, standing under the full blast and literally inundating myself. Finally, I moved from the spray, took up a bar of soap, and began to lather my body.

This was a mistake, for two reasons.

First, my hands, gliding slickly over the sensitive skin of my body, felt too damn good. I sighed as I lathered the soap through my legs, and dragged a soapy hand between my pussy lips. I shuddered as I soaped up my stomach and breasts, my nails scraping through the slick layer of soap and titillating my nipples. I bit my lip as I lathered the cheeks of my ass, and groaned as I pushed a slippery finger up into its hole.

The second reason was the soap. It was a scented soap, and smelled richly of sandalwood. I had brought this soap with me on purpose, because the scent of sandalwood does certain THINGS to me. Sandalwood is my own personal sexual pheromone, it seems; it has an exaggerated and inexplicable effect on my libido. It excites me. And as the rich, balsamic scent wafted up from the bar in my hands and from the lather on my body, I became heady with lust again. So, with the combined stimulation of my self-stroking, and the wildly exciting scent of sandalwood making my stomach flutter, it was no wonder that images of an excruciatingly erotic nature began to assault my mind, which was by then as fogged by lust as the shower was by steam.

My eyes closed, I leaned helplessly against the wall of the shower, and slowly, inexorably, my motions blurred to myself as if in some erotic dream sequence, I slid downward, lowering myself to a sitting position on the floor of the shower. My head floated back to rest against the wall, and, the steam surrounding me like a shroud, the stream of water battering my body, I surrendered myself to the insistent tug of fantasy.

Chris and I used to play a game in the shower, back in the early days of our relationship, when we were just starting to explore each other sexually. One time, as I lathered the soap in my hands, I instructed him to close his eyes, and as I cleansed him, to focus all of his attention to how I touched him.

My intention was to heighten and intensify his perceptions, and become in tune with how I moved with him. He quickly agreed, and closed his eyes. With soapy hands, I reached out to very lightly touch his chest, then to spread my fingers across it. I massaged the soap over his pectorals, letting my thumbs weave small circles around his tightening nipples, scraping them delicately with my nails. I kept my hands moving at all times, and slowly I worked my way down his stomach. I stopped as I reached the level of his hips, and ran my hands up his sides, lathering under his arms as well. With excruciating patience I slid my arms around him, working the soap over his back. As my hands approached his spine, my body edged closer and closer. As I worked on him, I tried to tune myself into him, imagining the sensations he must be feeling. I imagined now that he could feel the warmth of me as I neared him, could anticipate my flesh touching his, wanting it, his senses straining to catch that first contact. Finally, the pointed nipples of my breasts lightly touched him, then pressed more firmly against him as I encircled him with my arms to wash his back.

Lower, I could feel his cock, protruding from his pelvis, probing at my navel. I pressed myself closer, and undulated slowly against him, stroking my body against his shaft, the soap slickening the contact between us. I wondered if he ached to put his arms around me, slide his cock into me, and end this sensual journey here and now. But that was against the rules, and we both knew it. I pulled away from him, and gently pushed him back into the spray of the shower, my hands lightly stroking him as the water washed away the lather on his body. Then I pulled him back out, and proceeded to wash his shoulders, and down his arms. I worked the soap down his left arm, until I reached his fingers, I smeared a copious amount of lather in his hand, and then gently lifted it and placed it on my right breast.

Now I had added another element to our little game. Now, with eyes still closed, he would explore me, learning me and my body by feel. With my left hand, I began to smooth the soap over his right arm as I had his left. My right hand I rested on his upper arm as he tentatively began to stroke my right breast. He slid his hand under it, cupped it, and lifted it gently, as if gauging its weight. Then he moved his palm across my hard and soapy nipple, tracing a pattern into the heel of his hand. He took my nipple then between thumb and forefinger, and pinched and twisted it gently. Now I closed my eyes as he touched me, allowing myself to be intoxicated by his inquisitive exploration. Not only his touch, but his manner, excited me. He was touching me as if he had never touched me before, perhaps never noticing that I felt just that way.

It was almost innocent, slightly boyish, and it turned me on unbelievably. I opened my eyes and had him lower his hand as I continued washing him. I had finished his arms, and was again stroking his hips. I slathered the soap across his lower belly, and slowly worked a lather into the thick hair surrounding his eager shaft, yet not touching his cock itself. I continued down his legs, massaging the soap over them with firm hands, until I was on my knees, rubbing soap between his toes, his cock bobbing at face level. I looked up to Chris's face, and saw that his eyes were still closed, his head tilted back slightly, and he was wearing a look of intense concentration as I washed his feet carefully. I leaned forward, placed my lips next to the head of his cock, and breathed a little hot air on it. I wasn't sure, through the drone of the shower, whether I heard him moan or not, but I WAS sure I saw his cock twitch, just a little bit.

Finishing his feet, I stood and embraced Chris and slid my soapy hands up to lather his neck, simultaneously pulling his head towards mine. He quickly got the idea that the game was over, and he slipped his arms around me and kissed me ardently, his lips slowly, sweetly caressing mine. His tongue wandered lazily into my mouth, and the slow, languorous kiss continued with much mutual exploration. I let one hand trail sloppily down his chest, then lower, over his stomach. This time, I did not stop, but drifted lower to gently grasp his throbbing shaft in my slick hand. I slowly stroked his cock, the soap lubricating his hard length, and Chris showed me his appreciation by kissing me ever more fervently. The pace still slow, but the tension high, every movement seemed drawn out for maximum pleasure. After several minutes of luxurious necking and stroking, I decided that I could wait no longer.

My pussy was running like a river, and ached like a void that needed to be filled. I mumbled my need to Chris, and without a word he cupped my buttocks and helped me climb him, at the same time pushing me up against the wall to ease the strain of holding me. We paused only to trade the soap so that Chris could lather the wall behind me - even ceramic tile can give a burn with the kind of friction we intended to produce - and then I was reaching down to guide the head of his cock into me. He pressed me back and down as he pushed up into me, and his cock slammed in like a bolt. I wasn't prepared for the impact, and as he hit rock bottom the air exploded out of me, as if his cock was a plunger and all the air I had was contained in my groin. A small part of the impact registered faintly as pain. The rest burst through my body as pleasure so excruciating it took my breath away. Chris must have realised that the initial plunge was a little much, because he began to thrust into me with much more restraint.




My Escape to London Ch. 04



Each time he pushed his cock into me, it was with slow, deep strokes, using strength instead of speed to ease in and out of me. For the first few minutes it was blissful, tender, like a nostalgic memory of a summer rain, falling lazily with big, fat droplets. But like a parched woman, I needed more, and with my body I strained against Chris in a mute demand. He responded like a god and created a storm for me out of the gentle rain, increasing his tempo until he was thundering into me, his cock pelting me as a hard sheet of rain would, pummelling me like a hail- storm. And I was drenched in a deluge of passion, charged with all the energy of a lightning bolt as I clutched at him and gasped and took with pleasure all he could give me. And somewhere in that incredible tempest of lust loomed a wave of monumental proportions which rushed towards me with frightening speed. Like a tsunami, my orgasm crashed over me with almost destructive power, and I was lost, drowning, gasping for air as I lurched against Chris, my hot, hot pussy spasming around his cock, my juices running down my legs almost as copiously as the water. At that moment, Chris reached his own crisis, and his face froze in orgasmic throes as he pumped load after load of his seed into me, his last efforts spent at driving into me as deeply as he could. He came for what seemed like minutes before he finally threw his head back and exhaled explosively, pushing into me one last time.

I untangled my trembling legs from his waist and gingerly attempted to stand, Chris's arms around me for support, and we stood for several moments simply holding each other, stroking each other comfortingly each other. Finally, as if to reprimand us for dawdling so long, the shower turned cold.

Just as it did now. I raised my head from my arms and blinked startled, even as I started to shiver. As usual, I had been carried away by my fantasy, and had lost all track of time and space. I hurriedly turned off the icy water and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a huge towel around me and proceeded to dry myself off. After a few minutes I realised I was still shivering, but this time not with the cold. My fantasy in the shower had worked my body up into such a passionate frenzy that it could no longer easily contain my pent-up need. I shakily returned to the kitchen, still wrapped in my towel.

Chris and Jon by now had cleared away the breakfast things and were staring at my laptop.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing!" I asked, a bit peeved that Chris had 'booted it up' without asking me first.

"Jon was interested to see what Izzy looked like" replied Chris in a sheepish manner.

My mind now when into overdrive 'Oh Fuck!' I uttered to myself thinking about all the pictures and videos that were kept within its files. 'Well.....it's too late now' resigning to the fact of being caught out.

Seeing that both men were taken up with the content of my files, I came up behind them, rested my hands on both their shoulders and watched the slideshow.

"You smell nice" Jon uttered without looking back at me. This statement was immediately followed by "Is Izzy really as raunchy as this, you two girls must be something?"

Hearing this Chris placed his hand on mine and gave it a little squeeze.

"Yes, Izzy is a wild one, just like me; I think you'll like her when she arrives" I uttered with a lump in my throat.

 To be continued in part 3



My Escape to London Ch. 05



When Izzy arrived, later than I expected, looking both tired and drawn, I immediately put her in the downstairs suite, so she'd have her own bathroom. I told her to help herself to any food in the house and to make herself at home. Izzy was adamant about paying her own way, but we could leave those details to the morning.

"It's been a busy few weeks; I think I'll just go to bed. Thank you so much!" Izzy said for the 10th time, hugging both of us again then closing the door to her 'new room'. With that Jon also bid us 'Goodnight' and made his way to his room.

I turned to Chris and gave him a big hug. "Thank you for allowing this to happen, I've been worried about her for so long, and now I feel like I can help her."

Chris just smiled, and looked into my eyes, "Now that that's out of the way, we have some unfinished business to attend to..." smirking like a child.

"Yes, but I need a drink first" walking to the kitchen before pouring us both a glass of wine.

For ease of writing I've taken Chris' perspective for the next few paragraphs :-

I couldn't resist her; I stood behind her and wrapped my arm across her waist holding her gently. Sarah leaned her head back against my chest before lowering my head to kiss her neck, her eyes closed and she moaned softly. Sarah turned just slightly to reach my lips and we kissed again. Over the years I must have kissed these lips a thousand times, but every once in a while it was like our first kiss all over again. Our lips met softly, mouths slightly open, our tongues just barely creeping out to meet each other and intertwine. Sarah moaned softly again into my mouth.

Setting her wine glass down, she turned to face me, took me by the hand and led me over to the sofa. Sarah then started to undress me, first my sweater, then she unbuckled and unzipped my trousers as they fell to the floor, exposing my semi-rigid cock to the night air. Sarah knelt down before me and pulled off my loafers, and pants, casting all my clothes to the lounge chair a few feet away. Sarah then gently led my now naked body towards a dining chair.

I sat down into it, never taking my eyes off her as she started to unbutton her jacket. Taking a seat, I took front row seats to my own personal strip tease. Sarah removed her white blouse and then her lime green silky camisole. Her natural breasts illuminated only by the street light. They were perfect, sitting high on her chest, her nipples hardened now exposed to the night air. Sarah reached down and unfastened her jeans, letting these drop over those sexy legs to the ground. Standing before me now, totally naked, she stepped out of her clothing before turning around so I could see her sexy backside.

Sarah slowly bent over, now fully exposing her heart shaped ass to me, as she bent over further her little pussy lips pushed through the crevasse in her legs. Sarah reached through her legs and taking her time, dragged her fingers from her ass to her clit then bringing them to her lips before repeating the action. My cock began to throb and grow in stature of knowing what pleasures awaited me.

When she finished she turned around again, now in completely nothing but her devilish grin. Moving quickly she straddled my waist and planted another sweet kiss on my lips as her pussy rested against my now painfully stiff cock. Sarah gently ground her clit along my shaft as we kissed, she moaned again, making my cock jerk between her smooth lips. I could feel how hot her box was as she kept herself slipping along my length; my cock was that hard each movement of her body against my corona was extremely painful. 

We just kissed and ground into each other for what seemed like a long time. Sarah rose up and allowed my mouth access to her perky breasts. Her nipples for a moment grew painfully hard again in the cool air but were relieved when my mouth covered each one gently sucking and licking it, instantly warming it, and sending electrical impulses through Sarah that made her grind a little harder.

Sarah sat back down, bringing her perfect breasts back into play; she reached down and began to slowly stroke my cock. After only a few pumps with her tiny fist she was already positioning it at the entrance to her love canal. My hard and hungry cock head pressed against the soft, plump lips of her pussy.

Sarah, never short of lubricant was already extremely wet, and once my head had slipped far enough into her pussy began to saturate us both, the rest of my cock slipped into her warm embrace easily as she slowly slid onto my rod. Our lips met again as she slid me fully inside her. Sarah sat on me unmoving for a moment, just enjoying being filled. Sarah could feel every ridge and vein in my cock as I continued to throb inside her.

Without moving she began to slowly flex her pelvic muscles, masturbating my cock without any body motion. It was incredible, and while her pussy was clamping down on my dick, our lips never broke our kiss. Our tongues danced with each other as she pressed her breasts against my chest, still contracting her tight cunt around my cock. Unmoving, she slowing gripped and released me deep within her body over and over again, what I felt must have been the same sensation a cow feels whilst being mechanically milked.

My hands reached around, cupping her ass gently as she began rocking up and down slowly on my pole, filling her completely with each movement. Our slow love making was increasing the sensitivity in my cock, and I felt like she was having the same reaction. Sarah shuttered and kissed me deeply as her first orgasm washed over her. Agonisingly she clutched my shoulders with her nails as her pussy held my rigid member deep inside her, squeezing it tightly, bringing me closer to my own impeding date with ecstasy.

Sarah began rocking up and down again slowly filling herself with me over and over again. The sensations of her tightness sliding up and down in long strokes on my now rocklike erection, filling her, stretching her, sent her to heaven again, and she held me tightly as her body shook violently through another wave of pleasure. Sarah clamped down so hard on my cock it was painful, her orgasm rocketing through her body causing her to uncontrollably shake while driving me as deep as she could.

"Oh yes," she whispered, "I want to fuck you all night, just like this!"

"Mmmm, yes, I want the same thing," I responded, before gritting my teeth as her pussy pulsated with another vice-like grip.

Still cupping her ass, I helped her raise her engorged lips off my hilt and she began moving again with a slightly more urgent pace. Her tight pussy was now soaked after two orgasms and she rode me more forcefully, slipping my cock in and out of her like a piston. I felt the sensations of her tight pussy stretching to accommodate my ever thickening and throbbing shaft as she plunged me inside her. The engorged head spreading her walls which enveloped me tightly as she struggled to cram my length deep within her pulsating honey pot.

I was nearing my own orgasmic peak, as my cock seemed too thickened inside her. Its veins creating natural ridges along with the rim of my distinct head as my entire member became even more pronounced inside her, her taught walls feeling every edge electrifying her nerves and sending overwhelming pleasure messages throughout her body. Sarah sensed the changes in me, and moaned loudly in my ear.

"Oh yes," she cooed, "let's cum together, I want you to cum inside me!"

"Mmmmm," was all I could make out in response as all my senses were focused on how good it felt to be inside her.

Sarah would slide up and on the way down arch her back, grinding into me, ensuring that both her g spot and clit were being stimulated with each thrust. Her breasts began to drag against my chest as her movements became larger, and faster. Our lips joined again for a moment, it was hard to kiss with how hard she was bucking on top of me now.

"Come on!" she grunted, "I'm going to cum again, cum for me, deep inside me, fill me up!"

Sarah knew just how to send me into orbit. As I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock; she impaled herself hard on me. Over and over again she drove my piston inside her as if she wanted me to split her in half. Each thrust brought on a more forceful grunt from deep in her throat passing her lips to my ears.

"Ugh," she grunted again, "Ugh, Ugh, yes, I am so close!"

Her words were more urgent now as she slammed my cock inside her tight cunt. Damn this felt good! I can't remember when she pounded me this hard, I loved the feeling she gave me knowing she had completely given her body over to her carnal needs, and using my body to achieve her own rampaging orgasm. Sarah was possessed with wanton lust, stuffing herself with my hard pole as it invaded her bringing her to the very brink of ecstasy.

"Cum with me Chris!" she pleaded with me "Fill me now! I'm cumming!"

Sarah drove my cock deep inside her again, now I was completely engulfed in her tight canal, and I erupted, sending a torrent of hot cum into her warm vaginal walls. Sarah exploded with her own orgasm flooding me with her own cum as my cock pulsed and twitched inside her releasing stream after stream of my warm orgasmic fluids. My cock sprayed inside her over and over again, like I was cumming a gallon of warm sperm inside her. Over and over again I thrust my hips into her, trying to force myself deeper as more batter filled her quivering box. Sarah dug her fingers into my skin mashing me, as her own body convulsed, driving the two us together. I continued to strongly throb inside her long after her own spasms subsided. After a few more moments I was no longer pumping any semen into her, but my cock was still clutched tightly within her, throbbing over and over again. It felt like it lasted for minutes, continually spasming inside her, clutching her ass as her arms wrapped around my neck held me tightly in her own grip, our lips locked hungrily together again in a passionate embrace.

After a few more minutes my spasms subsided, but she continued to hold me inside her for along time while we sat talking. Finally we were both getting sleepy, and decided to go to bed; she rose up off me pulling my now limp cock from inside her. With the pressure released from my thighs, 'pins & needles' raced through my lower limbs as I sat in agony admiring Sarah's perfect ass as she walked towards the bedroom, grabbing and blotting her cum filled pussy some tissues on the way As an afterthought Sarah tossed me the box as I still suffering with pins & needles' headed to the bedroom for some much needed rest.

We fell into the bed together naked, Sarah put her head on my chest and draped a leg over mine, "Merry Christmas," she whispered, "Merry Christmas," I whispered back. I think she was asleep before she even heard me respond, and I wasn't far behind.

Christmas Day

Jon and Izzy were sat across from us on the leather sofa busy talking; her enormous breasts, easily a 32DD, strained at the thin fabric of the white blouse she had on and had the buttons clinging on for dear life.

Izzy, who is about the same age as Sarah, has long platinum hair which she kept flicking back off her eyes; all through the conversation Chris' mind was distracted by the possibility of Izzy's blouse busting open, unable to take the strain any longer. Except for the 'boobs', Izzy has a long petite frame; her waist is tiny, maybe a 24 at the most, flared out to her 28 inch hips. Her long legs showed that she was active in the gym, keeping herself in fantastic shape.

With Chris now taking an active interest in my journal etc; he asked if he could write what happened next.

Sarah had told me they never really got along whilst at school, always quarrelling, and then they completely lost contact when her father had a new army posting. I can't remember taking a second glace at her, at our wedding but as she sat before me in her red, crushed velvet joggers, I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

Izzy caught me ogling her breasts; she looked up at me and gave me a playful smile that said 'you shouldn't be looking like that at me,' and continued on with her conversation with Sarah.

I excused myself to get a beer from the fridge. I made my way to the kitchen, adjusted my crutch then grabbed a beer; having closed the fridge door I turned and found Izzy standing right behind me.

"I noticed you admiring my 'boobs' earlier," she said seductively.

I tried to read her expression, not knowing whether she was joking or not.

"Did you like what you saw?" she asked.

Honesty was probably the best approach here, "I was just thinking to myself that you look better than ever, you look fantastic!"

"You think so?" she replied. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure.....anything," I said jokingly with her trying to lighten the mood.

She darkened it immediately. She pulled open the front of her joggers, then not taking her eyes off me, Izzy gently spread her legs, slid her fingers immediately through her obviously wet slit, and thrust her them into my mouth too quickly for me to react.

"Does my pussy taste like peaches or strawberries?" she giggled.

Like strawberries, I thought. Her scent was sweet, and her nectar was sweet and syrupy. I couldn't do this; she was Sarah's best friend for Christ sake! I wasn't about to screw up what I had with her for a quick romp with Izzy.

"What the hell are you doing?" I exclaimed.

"Shhhh," she cooed, "I've wanted you since the day you two got married, and until today, you never really looked at me."

She opened her blouse, exposing her perky tits to me, gently pinching the tiniest of nipples before smearing the mixture of her nectar and my saliva on one of them; hardening it immediately and making it proud in the light. She moved forward, released one of her breasts before moving her hand down toward my now involuntarily hardening cock.

I stopped her hand, and albeit regretfully, pulled her blouse back up over those perky tits. What I wanted to do was suck her pink nipples into my mouth, lift her up against the wall, drive my cock deep inside her cunt and teach her not to be such a tease. But I couldn't do it.

"Izzy!.....please!.....You're extremely attractive and from what you just did, I'm very flattered that you want me, and from what I've just seen, I could very easily be swayed. But that could put our relationship with Sarah in jeopardy, and I'm not willing to do that for anything. She means the world to me, and you need to respect that."

Hopefully that diffused the situation. Her facial expression changed, and she hugged me. "I'm sorry," she said. "My head is such a mix of emotions that I don't know what I'm doing half the time." She smiled and spun around, and made her way back to the lounge. I stood in the kitchen trying to figure out what the heck just happened, waiting for my semi-hard cock to be a little less obvious before returning to the lounge.

'What was that about', I thought. Izzy is fucking gorgeous and how I wanted her; was this Sarah testing me? Was Izzy going to be a problem, now that she's going to be around? The questions started swirling my mind, I decided that I had better tell Sarah what just happened, or I could be in some 'deep shit' later. With a clear mind I headed back into the lounge.

As I entered the room again, I noticed Jon's head laid back on the couch. "Looks like the ladies ditched us!" I exclaimed.

Just then Sarah's head popped into view, rising up in front of Jon's. Her eyes wildly looking at me, her lips wet with saliva, quickly wiping her mouth she tried to cover up what ever she had been doing. From Jon's shoulder actions, I could see that he was struggling to get his trousers zipped up, so there was no mistaking what she had been doing. Sarah looked at me sheepishly, very obviously embarrassed.

"Whoops!" was all I said as I spun my heels and exited the room again; seeing Izzy in the doorway. "Hey gorgeous," I stated nervously, still in shock from what I just walked into and the ordeal in the kitchen, "Let's go downstairs and finish what you started," turning Izzy towards the stairs.

"Ok you two resume the positions" I said commandingly over my shoulder. "It could have been worse, I could have been jealous" then laughed looking back at Sarah. That seemed to put her at ease, for some reason I felt comfort in making her feel that everything was okay. She smiled back at me weakly, giving me a nervous snort. I then followed Izzy's sweet smelling sexy ass down the stairs.

Before I could say anything, Izzy's spun on her heels and pressed her lips onto mine, shoving her tongue deep inside my mouth. I panicked for a moment, and then kissed her back hard.

Still clutched together we entered Izzy's bedroom; I pressed her back against the wall, she pulling me in for a sensual kiss. Whew, I thought, glad it was this reaction and not the other. She kissed me passionately, hungrily forcing her tongue into my mouth. She moved my hands to her hips. My hands lifted up her blouse allowing me to touch her bare flesh; gripping the hem of her joggers I slowly inched them down. Her skin felt hot, she then reached up and put both her hands on my shoulders.

"I want you to taste just how sweet I am," she cooed and applied gentle pressure to my shoulders pushing me down.

I was so happy this was her reaction and I enjoyed how she was taking control. I squatted down in front of her taking the joggers with me, for a moment just breathing in the scent of her bare pussy, I could see she was already soaked. Her pink lips already a little swollen glistened in anticipation of my touch. I gently spread her lips, as she spread her legs, allowing me better access to what she desired. Her slick cleft, already dripping with juices coated my fingers quickly. I stared at the hood covering her clit, it was red and a little thickened, obviously engorged already. She'd been turned on for a while, I thought. My cock was throbbing and rock hard in my pants.

She pushed my head into her crotch, "I said; I want you to eat me!"

She buried my face into her wet sex. She tasted so sweet; I ran my tongue through her slit from her hole to her clit and back down again, tasting her honey, savouring it for a moment before attacking her clit. My tongue began tracing circles over the hood, feeling her clit harden further under my touch. My cock was like granite trapped inside my pants.

"Oh yes!" she uttered, "Please hurry, we don't have much time!"

I began working over her clit with a feverish pace. Flicking it as it hardened further, engorging itself under the pressure my tongue was bathing it in. I slid my middle finger inside her and immediately stared a 'come here' motion, knowingly stimulating her g-spot as my tongue continued to ravage her clit. With my free hand I spread her lips again wider, pulling the hood back and directing my tongue directly on her little swollen love button.

"Oh.....fuck.....yes!" she cried. I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, arching her back against the wall.

I continued my frontal assault, her clit now bending to my will; I could feel it throb as my tongue danced over it, my finger manipulating her from the inside. She was literally pouring pussy juice all over my hand and face. I licked through her slit a few times to taste it before taking her over the edge.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" she cried out! "Uuunnnnggghhhhhh!"

She flexed her hips into me and came hard, pushing my finger out of her hole, as she exploded. Her pussy shot a stream of her warm girl cum into my mouth. Her sweet honey filled my mouth as her pussy spasmed again, spraying her fluid onto my face and lips. I swallowed hard, and opened my mouth as a third and final gush pumped from her lips and into my mouth. She tasted so sweet; I savoured the taste of her in my mouth, before swallowing again and sucking her pussy into my mouth. I hungrily sucked her lips and clit into my warm mouth, not wanting to waste a drop.




My Escape to London Ch. 05



I stood again in front of her and kissed her gently, her body still shivering from her ecstasy.

"From the first day I saw you, rushing from Sarah's bed I've wanted to do that" I mumbled then out of the corner of my eye I saw something move in the doorway. I was relieved when I saw who it was, and pleased to see what was going on.

It was Sarah and Jon, both of them had been watching us! Sarah had Jon's cock out of his pants and was feverishly stroking it as they both stood there, watching us intently. This time, Sarah didn't stop when we made eye contact.

"Izzy, we have company," I whispered.

A moment of shock followed by relief crossed her face as it did mine a second before. We both now stood there watching as Sarah stroked Jon's cock with gusto.

Sarah turned to face him, both of them standing sideways to us then she knelt in front of him before engulfing his hard cock with her acquired skills. Jon just groaned as his eight or so inches disappeared into her gullet.

Looking at Izzy, she was relaxed and really enjoying the show, she licked her lips and gazed at Sarah swallowing Jon's pole down again and again.

Sarah was making loud slurping noises as she devoured him. My own cock was throbbing and leaking in my pants at the sight just a few feet away from us. Jon's slick pole slid easily now in and out of her mouth as she rocked on her knees in front of him. Her slurping and sucking noises were getting louder as she really enjoyed herself and began to pick up the pace slightly when he suddenly tensed. He grasped the back of her head and held it tightly as he blew his load deep into her gullet.

Sarah swallowed quickly then sucked hungrily, not wasting a drop of his load for when it comes to cum, Sarah is a greedy sod and not a drop must be wasted. Jon continued to spasm into her waiting mouth. Sarah moaned with excitement as she both milked and sucked him dry, keeping his spasming cock in her mouth whilst massaging his balls until he was done then releasing him with a gentle 'plop'.

Izzy and I gave them an appreciative clap, as he tucked his soft cock away and zipped up. All four of us now grinning like idiotic school kids that had just watched their first porno.

Jon was the first to leave followed by Sarah, I had to kill a couple minutes until the sizeable bulge in my pants was less noticeable. Izzy tried to 'talk me down' but her sexy tones had an adverse effect. She told me not to worry, and promised that I'll have my release later, possibly after Christmas dinner. All I was thinking was this was becoming the most memorable Christmas I'd ever had.

Christmas dinner started off as any other I suppose, everyone filling their plates and then sitting at the table in the dining room. It always seemed a little ridiculous to me to spend all day cooking something that no one really cared for.

We sat at the table in our prearranged seating, another thing I couldn't understand, such formal treatment for people that were supposed to be closest to you. Oh well, I thought, just relax and enjoy. So I sat, Izzy on my right, Jon and Sarah across from us.

Jon and Sarah just kept exchanging weird glances with Izzy and I, all four of us having shared in something a little exciting, and none of us knew exactly how to react afterward. Jon finally broke the ice.

"Well, I'd like to propose a toast," he started, "to my new family and all their loved ones, Merry Christmas!" We all toasted, I couldn't help myself, and I raised my glass again. Seeing the smirk on my face, Sarah knew I was up to something as I cleared my throat. Izzy was tugging at my pants leg to get me to stop. With a wide grin on my face, I started my own toast.

"I'd like to toast to the most," I paused for a brief second, "interesting," looking at Izzy then paused again, letting the word sink in, " surprising," looking at Sarah as she blushed, ", loving" looking at Jon, who was now turning rosy red, " loving family, that I've ever known, and I'm proud to be a part of it."

Izzy leaned into me, "interesting huh?" she whispered.

I smiled, "so far...yea."

She placed her hand high on my thigh under the table and squeezed, "we'll see how interesting things get," she said with a smirk. Her hand slipped inside my thighs and caressed my cock briefly before grabbing my swelling member. She gently stroked me, allowing me to enjoy the caress of her hand through the cotton joggers I was wearing. My cock throbbed again and again, beginning to stiffen.

My rapidly swelling member began to strain the fabric of my pants; it had been comfortably hanging down, but now was semi-rigid and trapped, sticking straight down my left leg. Izzy seemed to be enjoying herself, but this was getting uncomfortable, and I knew she couldn't possibly finish me here at the table, so I gently removed her hand.

Ok, Chris has had his fun, now its back to me

We continued our meal, making small talk about where Izzy planned to work and stay and how Jon was nearly ready to start his retirement.

We finished off dinner, and too full for dessert I suggested that perhaps, after a short rest we should all go for a walk around the park.

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At first, we strolled around the park all linked arm in arm, Chris alongside Izzy then me then Jon; soon however we were forced to break into couples by the oncoming couples who were also using the park for recreation.

 Jon and I

As we broke away from Chris and Izzy, I was no longer tense as to how Chris would accept Izzy and the close bond we had between us. As I walked arm in arm with Jon, he talked about his life with his former wife, how I shared her same vigour for life, not only in a sexual way but also in the 'matter of fact' way I attack life.

As we walked; I told Jon about our old house, how I missed walking naked about its grounds; especially during the warm summer rain or rolling in the early morning dew. Looking behind I couldn't see Chris and Izzy so I quickly pulled Jon into the shrubs nearby. Once camouflaged by the leaves I pocketed my gloves and felt for Jon's fly. Jon gave a muffled squeal as my cold hand sought his warm flaccid cock, which wilted further as my hand made its initial contact, with one hand wrapped about his cock, the other around his neck, his flaccid manhood slowly came to life as we kissed.

"Oh.....How I wish we could make love out here" I uttered feeling Jon's erect cock throb in my hand.

With that, Jon checked on our hiding place then with me resting against a truck, Jon slowly undid my duffle like coat then undone the belt and zip to my jeans before lowered them to my knees, he repeated this with my knickers, then released his own clothing, my pussy lips just fell apart as I opened my legs, my clit was hard and my pussy juices were dripping down my thighs as I waggled my fingers down there for a bit before offering them to Jon to suck. He lifted one of my legs and with me gliding his cock he pushed it deep inside me.

Grabbing my other leg Jon lifted me up so I was now impaled on his cock as he drove it deep into my pussy. As he pumped faster and faster, my pussy clamped tightly around his cock; I could feel the suction of my pussy lips as he fucked me, my juices ran freely out of my pussy. I could feel Jon's cock pulsate as it got harder, soon I felt Jon's cum shoot my deep inside my pussy, taking Jon's head between my hands I kissed him hard stifling any possible cries as I came and came.

With Jon spent I gripped his ass tighter forcing his cock deeper as he released my legs, held in this tight embrace I slowly felt Jon's cock slowly wither then withdraw from my pussy, having given Jon a final deep kiss we then got dressed and continued our gooey walk around the park as if nothing had happened, wondering if we had been missed.

Chris and Izzy

With Jon and Sarah slowly breaking away from us, I began to relax in Izzy's company; she is funny, very sexy but also very troubled. The breakup between her and Charly had hit her hard, she'd thought she had found a mate for life, but life as we know it can be most cruel. Izzy started fretting about where, after the holiday she was going to stay since as yet she had no job and very little money to survive on, I told her not to fret for I'm sure Sarah and I could work something out.

Seeing nobody in sight I quickly turned to Izzy, gathered her up in my arms and began kissing her. As her ample breasts pressed into my chest and her tongue fought with mine I felt my manhood quickly responding.

"Let's forget about the walk and return back to the flat" I mumbled into Izzy's ear, no longer able to contain myself.

"What about Sarah and Jon.....Surely she'll be a bit peeved if we slope off" Izzy asked

"No, I think Sarah was expecting us to team up" I replied with some urgency

"Well I'm game if you are!" said Izzy turning on the spot.

With a final glance round, Izzy and I quickly made our way back to the flat. Once inside the flat I ran upstairs, grabbed ourselves a bottle of brandy plus a couple of glasses then ran downstairs and into Izzy's bedroom. Not wishing to waste any time Izzy was already undressed and waiting for me under the duvet. Being the gentleman I placed the bottle etc; on the bedside cabinet then ran to the bathroom and washed my hands in the warm water; I then, with some raunchy comments from Izzy got undressed.

"How long do you think we've got?" asked Izzy, now concerned we would be found out.

"I told you not to worry yourself about this, Sarah has her lover, I'm about to get mine" I said softly, pouring ourselves a large brandy to reinforce my uttering. Slowly Izzy began to relax as I joined her under the duvet.

With Izzy supine I pulled away the duvet and studied her body and wondered at the way her breasts sat on her chest with the smallest of nipples central to a large areola; the way her hips flared from a waspish waist, looking closer beneath the gossamer I noticed a small tattoo just above the cleft of her pussy, it was a tattoo I had never seen before and couldn't figure it out.

Izzy sensing my bewilderment spoke out; "Its mistletoe."

"Mistletoe?"

"Yes mistletoe and what does everyone do below the mistletoe, especially at Christmas."

With that I willingly obliged; carefully climbing between her parted legs, then parting her lips with my fingers as I examined her clit, by this time Izzy was highly aroused and flinched every time I brushed against this sensitive organ. And it was because of this advantage, that Izzy cried out when I plunged my tongue into her hole and began fucking her with it. She moved her body back and forth, mashing my nose into her clit and inebriating my sense of smell with her sweet musk.

Her gasps became grunts as she came closer and closer to orgasm, causing her body to move with greater force. I moved my fingers up to her folds and played with them when I could catch them; her body was moving so violently. With my right index finger good and wet I managed to move it along her crack and find her rosebud, position it slightly inside and on the next thrust I pushed it in.

"OH GOD!!.....FUCK ME!!!!" she yelled, following it with a scream that I'm sure a deaf man would have heard. Izzy exploded onto my face again, covering it with her cum as her body went into convulsions. I tried lapping up as much as I could, but most of it still ended up on the bed and me.

Sensing that Izzy wanted more than a good tongue lashing, I stretched my body and covered hers. I looked down and positioned my cock just at the entrance to her glistening pink pussy, teasing her with its tip, moving it between her lips and pushing it slightly against her yielding muscle until I could resist temptation no more.

As my weight leaned against her I could feel my cock slowly push past the soft, wet entrance and then, as if entering a warm cave, her strength at once parted the way allowing me in and at the same time seemed to suck me ever deeper. The warm slippery sides to her cunt both lured me and closed around me. I felt like I'd never want to leave. I slowly pushed further to the sound of her warm deep moan until, just before my hilt reached her beautifully curved mound, she gasped as my cock reached her cervix.


"Fucking Hell.....you're a long bastard" moaned Izzy, carefully adjusting her position to accommodate me.

I stayed there for a few blissful moments allowing the pressure of my weight to press against her, eliciting a squeal of divine pain and pleasure as she rocked her hips against mine, her legs moving gently back and fore in the air. Then I watched as I pulled my now glistening shaft out, her lips appeared to cling on, following the direction of my cock as if not wanting me to leave.

As it almost slipped from her I thrust with all my resolve back into the glorious confines of this wonderful woman, increasing the strength and speed of the rhythm, thrusting harder and faster our hips rocking to meet each other with a frenzied urgency, her muscles squeezing me, sucking me, gripping and coaxing me until I started to feel a wave of pleasure rising from the tips of my toes through my legs and rapidly taking over every muscle in my being.

Her breath became fast and her voice higher as she breathily gasped for me to cum inside her. We bucked against each other, faster and harder until she yelped and moaned like an animal and my hips thrust hard against her as I felt wave after wave, stream after stream of my cum spraying into her, her pussy filling up and at the same time contracting around me, sucking me in, convulsing around my hard cock.

After a moment of recovery, I slowly pulled my cock from her; kneeling between her legs I watched as her pink lips continued to move involuntarily to the beat of her panting breast. Like an oyster moving in its shell, her pussy lips opened and closed, the muscles contracting and relaxing until a long, white stream of my cum slowly flowed from her inner sanctum, tracing its way down her cheeks and, as it was about to flow away, I leaned forward and licked her wet pink folds until the flow had almost stopped, these I sucked up and retained in my mouth. Sliding up until our mouths met. We kissed. Her mouth opening to receive the mingled juices of her sex and my cum.

Laying there quietly we heard the front door open, Sarah must have sensed we were back for she made a 'Schhh' sound before her and Jon made their way quietly upstairs. Not wishing to make it look as if we were guilty in any sense, Izzy and I cuddled up and luxuriated over our love-making, 'shagging', call it what you want.

We must have fallen asleep, for the next thing either of us heard was Sarah shouting at us 'If we wanted any supper'. "Oh! Fuck" we mumbled together, busy looking around for our clothing. Our rise to the lounge was greeted by a slow handclap followed by an "Opened all our presents have we" retort from Sarah, suitably chastised Izzy and I took our place at the table.

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The men showing signs of weariness asked if they could be excused and went to bed whilst Izzy and I continued sitting in the lounge drinking and talking, soon both of us were glassy eyed, the alcohol accelerating our mutual tiredness. I leaned over and kissed Izzy on the cheek, taking my arm from Izzy's shoulder I lifted Izzy's chin with the pad of my forefinger. Slowly, gazing passionately into her eyes, I leaned over and kissed her gently. Her mouth opened to greet me, and her arms slipped around my neck as my tongue slowly entered her mouth. She moaned into my mouth and pressed urgently against me.

"Please.....Sleep with me tonight" pleaded Izzy as she slowly stood up and made her way downstairs. Pouring myself a fresh glass of wine, as I sat alone for a couple of minutes pondering what should I do, soon my concentration was broken by a cacophony of snoring coming from Chris and Jon's bedroom.

"Fuck that for a game of soldiers;" I muttered to myself as I made my way downstairs

Trying not to wake Izzy and naked as usual I crawled into bed; who like me was also naked. I lay there for several minutes listening to her deep breathing as she settled down for the night, wondering if she wanted us to be together as much as I did. Many images went through my mind, of our past lovemaking, and the sweet sound of her voice crying out my name as we explorer each other with our fingers.

I mimed the words, "Come over here, I want to snuggle you," many, many times before I could actually say them. Sensing my presence she moved closer, facing each other I reached out to hold her. She felt so warm, the skin of her back so soft under my fingers. I lay there content both hearing and feeling her deep breathing.

My hands betrayed me, my fingers kept tensing while they should have been resting on her back, wanting, needing to feel, to experience more of her body. It took my whole focus to keep my hand still on her back, and to control my own breathing. Then I felt her hand rise from its place near the middle of my back, her wrist still resting across my side. I was worried that she was uncomfortable, and lightened my touch, hoping she would see I didn't mind if she wanted to move.

Instead I felt the lightest touch of a single finger move across my skin. Her touch was so gentle and slow at first I thought it was my imagination. Then I felt it again, the most delicate touch of a flower petal across my back. I couldn't breathe, the only movement in the universe was this softest of touches over my skin. My fingers pressed into her back pleading for more of her fingers dancing their way across my skin. My mind was a blur no thoughts but of her soft small hands.

Countless feelings passed through me in those few moments, the scarce beginning of our lovemaking. I felt love and passion for this beautiful woman sharing my bed. I felt sorrow that we could not share this together whenever we desired. I felt a deep need to shelter and protect her from the rest of the world. I felt a strong devotion to her happiness and well being. I felt the need to possess her soft welcoming body. I felt the desire for her from every part of my being.

With the love only a woman can have for another woman, she caressed my back, her fingers etching her love on my skin. My hand played over her back squeezing gently. I was amazed as always at the sweet softness of her under my hand. She lay only inches from me, well within my reach, but it was to far away. Once again it took all of my will to keep from pulling her hard against me, I wanted to feel the breath in her breast, and her heart beating against mine.

She shifted her arm, moving under mine, to touch my breast. A short moment after her soft fingers touched my breast she slid down the bed just a little bit out from under my arm. I felt the warmth of her breath seconds before I felt her lips opening over my soft mound. Her hand stayed just underneath it, feeling so small and tender cupping my breast.

My hands had nowhere, and everywhere to go all at once. First I reached down searching out the bare skin of her back again, but I could not reach. Then they fell on her hair, stroking it as the warm sensations spread over me from her soft caress. Down her arm my fingers traced down her skin while I desperately tried to keep my touch as gentle and loving as hers. In my lack of ability to restrain my touches I pulled my hands back over my head, the motion lifting my breast to her touch. Soon I could not keep the need to touch her any more at bay then I could a moment earlier.

Trying to keep my fingers from tangling too much in her hair, I reach down to run my fingers across her head. I needed to feel the silky tresses down my hand and over my arms! I let my fingers twine into her soft mane elated as the softness of her hair enveloped my fingers. Her delicate hands ran down my body, first with her fingertips then her fingernails tracing long arcs from my chest down to my thighs and back. She nudged my leg a little and as it fell open I felt a cramp in my hip. Ignoring it I forced my body to obey, and I lay spread for her fingers.




My Escape to London Ch. 05



Her petal soft fingers reached into the folds of my open lips gently fondling the extremities of my femininity. Her fingers found all the hidden places a man's touch will never know, as she lazily explored me. Her soft touch took on a more urgency as she searched out my entrance. Being still sheathed in my puffy outer lips her fingers nuzzled against the soft flesh covering me. I felt her fingers pressing against the innermost folds of my femininity as she nudged a single finger inside me. She turned around sideways now; her fingers left me for a torturous moment. She spread my outer lips with her fingers on either side of me resting on my belly. Her tongue found my clit as easily as if it had never been separated from it.

She tasted me slowly her fingers pushing my lips under them as she leaned down to reach further into me. She moved between my legs as I spread them open before her. She leaned down her lips and tongue caressing me in sweet short strokes. Her finger found my opening again, and she pushed into me bringing heaven down from the skies for me.

As my passion built she moved over me, only her fingers buried deep inside me. Leaning down over me she sunk her delicate fingers into me reaching further and harder then she could from the other positions. My body responded pressing down against her finger pushing her farther inside of me. The beginnings of an orgasm tingled in my belly, and I forced it back, needing for this to go on and on. She pressed in and out slowly letting my body familiarise itself with each motion before increasing the strength and speed. She was nestled as far inside me as she could be, teasing my inner walls with each movement. She wiggled her fingers both up and down and side to side sending tiny shocks through me as she continued to press in pull back.

I pressed down onto her my need growing with each stroke of her fingers. She responded by sinking her fingers deeper and harder inside me. I rode her fingers, my hips rising and falling on them rhythmically.

She plunged into me exploring my depths through the tips of her fingers. I began contracting around her fingers, and she pushed deeper inside me. The last knuckle of her fingers pressed hard against the outsides of me. Waves of pleasure rushed over me as she carried me higher and higher with her fingers.

The last of my orgasm engulfed my senses leaving me weak. She held her fingers there for another moment and whispered "Merry Christmas" She laid down beside me, mumbling something about the time; I can't remember what she said, because my whole being was focused on the sound of her voice and the need to make love to her.

I leaned over her, and began licking and sucking her breasts bringing her nipples to their full and proud hardness. I took my time enjoying each and every wonderful detail of her breasts; I moaned quietly and took her minute nipples in my mouth, one after the other sucking as hard as I dared allow myself before teasing each with my tongue.

I couldn't wait anymore, I wanted to possess her. I moved down the bed, lying sideways between her legs. She opened herself to me, and I parted her lips with my fingers. Oh how warm and wet she was waiting for me. I spread her outer lips and tasted her for the first time in far too long. She felt so soft and fragile under my probing tongue. I wanted to reach all of those places she craved me to. I paused every so often sucking her swollen lips into my mouth and then back to her wet slit. I eased one finger inside her and her breath caught in her throat. I held it still for a moment before pressing it into her depths, sliding back out in a single fluid motion.

I licked and sucked her in every way my clouded brain could remember. After her first orgasm I held my fingers inside her while she relaxed around them, and kissed the sweet damp curls of her hair, before moving across her thighs covering them in kisses.


I crawled up her body, wanting the feeling of her soft perfect breasts in my mouth again. I licked the undersides of them running my tongue from one side to the other before licking and nibbling at the insides of the soft mounds. I took her nipples gently in my mouth again, feeling them harden even more in my mouth. Then I moved up slightly and kissed her passionately she sucked my bottom lip in her mouth catching it in her teeth. She laid her head back giving me her neck, and urging me lower. I licked my way back down to her breasts, my leg found it's way between hers pushing against her wet and trembling sex as she lifted leg pressing into mine, her hips rose and fell pressing her wetness against me. My mouth found her breast again, although this time I could only reach one I focused on it with passion.

I moved back to her sweet sex and began licking again, I could think of nothing else. I licked, sucked and fingered her thinking happily that I could stay here, doing just this happily for as long as she allowed. In between orgasms I would be still and gentle letting her rest some before taking her again. In those times I contented myself with kissing her softly, and trailing my fingers over her slit and through the soft curls of her hair.

A quiet cough came from the corner, and Izzy looked over to see Chris, stroking himself. She smiled and motioned him over to join them, saying, "Why don't you fuck Sarah while she eats me?"

As Chris approached the bed, his cock already roused; I revealed at the idea of having a man inside me and blindly accepting the experience resumed licking Izzy's steaming wet cunt as I felt Chris plunged his stiff cock deep inside me

Izzy shuddered, keeping her eyes on Chris. As they stared at each other, Chris continued pumping into me. His hands began to fondle my breasts; Izzy braced her hands against my shoulders to keep my face buried deep in Izzy's crutch.

"I'm so glad you've invited me here for Christmas; it's so sexy to share this with you two!!" whispered Izzy

With that thought, I slid another finger inside Izzy as I began to suck hard on her clit. I moved my free hand up to Izzy's backside, and gently probed at Izzy's anal passage. Teasing the rosebud open I softly pushed my forefinger into Izzy's ass and began to rock. With two fingers pumping away in Izzy's pussy and one in her ass, I ravaged Izzy's clit with my mouth.

*

With a final cry, Izzy climaxed once more, and I relished in the taste of my friend's sweet come, lapping up every drop. The scent of Izzy's come and the tightness of Chris's thick cock pounding away sent me surging straight into another orgasm. Chris grabbed my hips and with a growl pushed deep inside me as he emptied himself, I in my usual manner just luxuriated at the feel of his cock pulsating deep within me. Now devoid of all seed Chris just stood there at the foot of the bed, his legs shaking, his chest heaving before tumbled down onto the bed next to Izzy and I; all three of us lying there, trying to catch our breath.

Chris was the first to speak.

"Izzy.....what do you make of Jon?"

"A very deep and complex man" whispered Izzy, frightened Jon might hear our discussions.

"What do you mean" I asked, being over protective

"Well.....I don't think he really wants to be here. It's only you his really interested in" Izzy replied

"Why do you say that" I retorted

"Well....I can usually draw most men's attention away from their loved ones, but Jon is totally cold towards me. I think this morning's spectacle proves it, any normal bloke would have turned it into a foursome, but Jon couldn't get away quick enough" Izzy replied with all honesty.

"Now you're being unfair"

"Am I Sarah, come morning why don't you and Jon have a heart to heart and find out if I'm telling the truth."

With a "Go to Sleep" and a grunt from Chris, we all tried to settle down and get some shuteye; but Izzy's outburst had left me unsettled, so with those two cuddled up I quietly left them to it and made my way upstairs.

To be continued