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Before telling this adventure, I must situate the context: for family reasons, we had to leave Paris and settle in the countryside. A few months after my mother's death, during which I made a denial of mourning, I sank into grief. My best friend who lived abroad offered to join her. Maybe I needed to go far away to find myself.
During my stay, I received messages from Damien, a sex partner we had met last year. Cross bike champion, he regularly participates to races. As he was passing by our house, he indicated his presence. I told him that I was on holiday abroad and teased him that he only gave news when he passed by. It's always tricky to joke in writing, you never know how the other person might react.
In short, I think he did not hold it against me since a few days before my return, I took some information near him, about the lounges of the airport. Indeed, between my landing and my shuttle, I had to wait for 5 hours. After my 9 hours of flight and 2 hours of stopover, I knew I would want a good shower and a comfortable place to take a nap.
Working as a stopover agent at the airport, he was the right person for me. A few hours before my flight, he asked me for my flight number and my terminal, and promised to call the airport to give me an access to the lounge area. Joking in turn, he offered to spend the morning in his apartment, much more comfortable.
Thanking him for his proposal which I knew interested, I declined by indicating to him that I would certainly not be good company after the tiredness of the voyage. I also informed her of the purpose of my escapade: the mourning of my mother, my best friend who had invited me to join her to change my mind. I preferred to be honest and explain the context. Then I got on the plane.
After my 9-hour flight, I turned my phone back on. He had left me several messages: the lounge space was not in my terminal: I had to take a shuttle to get there. Moreover, it was only accessible to people with boarding passes, so not for passengers at the end of their journey like me. In a word, according to him, the simplest thing was for him to pick me up. I objected one last time that he would have to make two round trips so that I could come back and take my shuttle. He had no problem with that: he lived only 20 minutes from the airport. Dreaming of a good warm shower, I finally accepted his offer. I didn't really have the head to flirt but after all why not, it might make me get back in the saddle. After all, I have to keep on living.
Luckily, he did live nearby, and by the time I got my suitcase back, he was already waiting for me. I was delighted to see him again despite my great tiredness: I couldn’t sleep during my flight. I hadn't seen him for almost a year but he hadn't changed: still cute, a charming and confident smile, very athletic.
Like me, he was now driving a Mini Cooper, except that his was a little sportier than mine. We quickly were crossing bucolic and rural landscapes to reach his apartment.
He asked me my preferences in pastries and stopped at a bakery to pick up croissants and chocolate breads.
Arrived at his house, he quickly made me the tour of his home. A real bachelor's apartment, and a top-level sportsman's apartment: everything was millimetre-sized. He apologized for the "mess", which made me smile. We obviously do not have the same definition.
He asked me what I wanted to do first: take the breakfast or a nap. I replied that I dreamed of a good warm shower. He gave me a towel and I ran into his bathroom.
The warm water ran over my body and gently relaxed my numb muscles from the discomfort of the plane. She also invigorated me little by little and I came out of the bathroom, rolled up in my towel, the batteries a little recharged.
He had just entered his bedroom facing the bathroom and got undressed. His body was as slim and athletic as ever, with beautifully designed six pack.
He had a round bed! It was the first time I'd seen one in real life.
"Is it comfortable?
- Yeah, but it's not convenient for finding bed sheets. »
Not having slept much either, he was getting ready to go back to bed. I then joined him, quickly got rid of my towel and slipped naked under his duvet.
Like two children hiding under bed sheets, we laughed heartily. Then things quickly became more adult. I would get close to him and snuggle right up against him. I was looking for his face and his mouth quickly found mine. A gentle kiss to start, for an awakening of the senses. Very soft caresses on both sides. A moment full of lightness and softness. Time was suspended.
Little by little, the kisses became more languorous. The caresses became more supported and more intimate. One hand flattered my breasts and his fingers tickled my nipples while the other hand grabbed one of my buttocks to raise my thigh on his hip.
Our heart rates accelerated, our breaths became shorter. My hand went down between his thighs and found a beautiful erection. I gently slipped my hand over the skin of his sex and completely shifted his glans. This little movement made it harder and I heard him sigh with pleasure. I masturbated him slowly but firmly, still completely shifting him at times.
On his side, his hand stroking my buttocks gently passed to the other side to slip between my thighs. There he found my little pussy soft and plucked (thanks laser). First he touched it with the flat of his hand to tame it. Little by little, he pressed contact. In response, my intimacy became warmer and wetter. His middle finger slipped between my lips and went back and forth to their edge. I love this way of doing and my liquefaction was proof of it.
Soon, his finger crept into my vulva, completely inside, his hand stumbling at the entrance of my vagina. He was literally holding me at his arm's length, or his finger's length. He came and went a few times with only one finger at first, then with two, my pussy having dilated under my excitement.
We were always kissing, greedier than ever, while our hands were busy between our thighs. Our breathing was getting more and more panting. We were thirsty for each other, our desire was burning between our two bodies.
In a breath, he offered me a 69, which I immediately accepted. I did not want to break this momentum in favour of one or the other, but to pursue it together. He came over me, head to toe.
I took his sex directly into my mouth without too much foreplay and made him come and go as far as I could in my throat. I could feel at the swelling of his glans that he was enjoying my tongue play. For his part, he plunged his head between my thighs, and licked me greedily.
Too excited both of us, and as if taken with a sense of urgency, we did not make these oral caresses last.
"Take me!
- I desire you too much..."
He got up and ran into the bathroom looking for condoms. On his return, I was already in doggy style at the edge of the bed, waiting arched, like a female in rutting. He unrolled the latex on his sex and lubricated it with a little spittle. With one hand he held my hip and with the other he directed his rod between my lips. He took his time to penetrate me. I still love this moment, and I love it when it last.
He went down millimeter by millimeter, slowly but surely, entirely. A feeling of fullness overwhelmed us and we expressed it in a sigh of satisfaction. He withdrew just as slowly, almost entirely, before invading me again, a little more firmly this time. I curved myself more each time to offer him the greatest possible amplitude. His hands held my hips as close to his pelvis as possible. His backs and forths became faster, firmer, seeking to reach me as deeply as possible.
In the freshness of the morning, we were two bodies in fusion. We tasted our simple and immediate desire, listening only to the sensations of our skins, our hands and our sexes. The groans of one propelled the pleasure of the other. The rigidity of his sex. The increasing moisture in my vagina.
My rump stretched to the extreme seemed to invite him to visit my heights. He lubricated his thumb with a lot of spittle and insinuated it between my buttocks, against my anus. With circular gestures and very soft, he massaged this entry for many prohibited. I pushed to open the way. My excitement was such that his finger slipped inside without difficulty. He came and went a few times with his thumb while he always took me in doggy style. I loved the feeling of being filled on both sides. I groaned with happiness. He gradually widened his circular movements inside me to relax me a little more.
He removed his sex from my vagina, came and placed it on my little hole. I held my breath to feel his glans between my buttocks but forced me to relax. I breathed again, and pushed. Gentleman, he didn't move. He waited for me to impale myself on his rod. I pushed again and felt his glans pressing harder and harder on my anus. One mild but exciting pain at a time. I pushed back slowly, always pushing, and his sex crept into me, going beyond my narrow sphincter. I myself pushed his limb all the way down entirely and felt my butt against his balls.
We both escaped a whine of satisfaction. He grabbed me by my hips again, and began to move slowly. He hardly moved back at first, to get me used to his sex in my hole, and gradually increased the amplitude of his going back and forth to the sound of my groans.
Little by little, his back strokes made me get back into bed. He ended up lying me completely on my stomach, and continued to stick me in that position. I was totally at his mercy, he could do absolutely anything he wanted to me.
He turned me on my back, and entered me again, always through the other passage. He had been worked so hard that he had remained wide open and his sex snuck in without any resistance.
I looked him straight in the eye and read his pleasure in possessing me.
I was so excited I couldn't hear words. I'm not a big fan of raw words, but when my body boils, I lose control.
"You turn me on.
- You too. Your little ass here...
- Oh yeah, I feel you, fuck me, kick my ass."
I think my words were right: he withdrew, took off his condom and enjoyed in long squirts on my Mount of Venus and on my belly, in a long caveman's rail. A little stunned by the orgasm, he took a few seconds to come to his senses. He went to the bathroom and brought me some tissues. He gently wiped his traces of semen on me, and kissed me tenderly.
He lay down next to me, and while stroking me, asked me if I wanted to stay in bed, or if I wanted to have breakfast. I confessed that these little morning exercises had whetted my appetite.
It always surprises me that for men, the sexual act ends when they have ejaculated. I know I'm not easy to get an orgasm and I admit that at the time, it suited me that he didn't take care of my nirvana, but still, a matter of principle. I really need to find a way to come whoever my partner is.
After a quick shower, we went down to his main room, and he set me up like a princess on his couch.
Tea or coffee? My preference is for tea, and that was just as well. Few men know how to appreciate it, I know so many who think it's just scented water. He introduced me to different teas from the Kusmi brand that I love. I don't remember exactly which one I took, but he chose another one so I could taste it in his cup.
He also prepared me a small juice with his juice extractor: carrots, lemon, oranges and apples. I was enjoying his little attentions and smiling at him. It was obvious that I would not have been so well pampered at the airport and pointed this out to him.
We discussed everything and nothing, questioning each other about our latest conquests. I was surprised that he had so few since our last meeting, and especially that he did not have regulars near his home. He himself was surprised at my amazement. I simply told him that he was a pretty boy and that the girls had to push each other, if only at his work, but he answered me in the negative. Already he did not want to mix work and pleasure, and then he found that contacts had become much less easy on naughty sites. The chicks he met didn't always have the right mindset. Indeed, my man and I had made the same observation on our side, but for men. The libertine world was changing, and more and more curious people were coming, without always trying to understand and adopt the philosophy that went with it.
Time passed, and soon it was time to take me back to the airport. I felt a little disconcerted at having to put an end to our little improvised parenthesis. Playful and cheeky, I told him with a smile:
"You have 15 minutes left..."
He didn't have to ask. Went upstairs immediately in his room to seek the condoms remained on the bed and went down also fast. I waited for him naked when he returned. He smiled at the sight of my "welcome" and undressed himself quickly.
I pushed him on the couch to sit and came between his legs. Planting my most naughty gaze into his, I went down to his sex and swallowed him deep in my throat. He could not hold back a groan of pleasure, and I felt his sex harden in my mouth. I sucked and licked his penis alternately. I played my tongue around his acorn, titillating his brake, taking it back entirely in mouth.
I felt that he wanted to make this pleasure last but he was aware that time was running out. He got up and put me doggy-style on the sofa, forearms on the back. We then saw ourselves in the mirror behind the sofa. He tore a condom wrapper and unrolled the thin layer of latex on his sex. He lubricated copiously his glans and my lips, and penetrated me with a single push. His rod had invested me with all its length.
The urgency of the moment added to the excitement of our romps. He took me more violently and savagely than ever. His sex, hardened and swollen to the extreme, possessed me. Seeing our bodies in the reflection of the mirror also increased our pleasure tenfold.
I was bending more. His hands on my hips. His nice, drawn six pack. His pelvis coming to hit my butt. The pleasure on his face. The hectic pace. The rhythm is accelerating. The withdrawal. The violence of orgasm. The liberating rale. The spurts on my face.
He caught his breath. His legs were cut off. He handed me tissues and had to sit down. I wiped myself quickly. He kissed me and thanked me for provoking him.
I packed up my things and he drove me to the airport. My shuttle was on time and he walked me back to it. We left with a smile, promising to keep in touch more regularly.
On the way home, I was dozing, dreaming of this morning full of unexpected things.
My man welcomed me, happy to be back after my long absence. I told him about my morning adventures. Surprised and proud at the same time, he said to me: "You will never end to surprise me. »
As much to say that my homecoming was torrid...
