Losing Inhibitions_Sexy in the Sun

by Jools Louise

  “I am a sexually active male who is attracted to certain individuals. I like to fantasise, too, and I have had many nights jacking off thinking about sinking my fat cock into the soft warmth of your body. I don’t like labels, but I suppose I would be considered bisexual, since I appear to be attracted to both men and women. I haven’t wanted to make love to a woman for a long time. I now find I definitely want to make love with you.”

  He gave me another one of those toe-curling lip-locks, and we stood in the hallway between our apartments for several minutes making out. He really was an excellent kisser, and I decided it didn’t matter about labels, either, I simply wanted this man.

  “Your place or mine?” he asked huskily, nibbling along the curve of my jaw to the smooth line of my shoulder. We had spent at least ten minutes just kissing, lost in each other, and we were definitely ready to take things to the next level.

  “That depends on whether you expect me to share my tub of Häagen-Dazs later, and whether your sheets are clean,” which was supposed to come out all sarcastic and snarky, but came out breathless and needy. My head lolled back as he pushed the cover up off my shoulders, sliding the straps of my camisole off me, and began to nibble his way down my left tit.

  He chuckled sexily, the sound buzzing against my skin, and I shivered.

  “Since I gave up on you sharing your hoard of ice cream, and my sheets are clean since I just did laundry, I think we should move this into my place.” I groaned, pressing against him as his lips found the tip of my breast, sucking lightly on the achingly hard nipple and he lifted me with a stunning show of strength, carrying me into his apartment.

  I didn’t give too much attention to my surroundings, since he was suckling at both of my breasts now, alternating between the two as he lay me back on the soft mattress of his bed, following me down to lie between my legs as he continued to make love to my chest.

  I was moaning almost continuously now, writhing wantonly under the onslaught. Lifting his lips, his expression one of searing lust, he pulled my trousers down, stripping me naked in seconds before standing and rapidly removing all his clothes as well. I watched as he delved into the pocket of his chinos, extracting a condom from his wallet before sliding it on.

  My eyes were locked onto his beautiful body. He had a light smattering of chest hair covering his gorgeous pecs that rippled. His abdomen glistened with pre-cum as his cock had been leaking copiously before he donned the rubber. That cock was a true monster, at least nine inches long and thick, its bulbous head red and swollen. His legs were strong and long and he paused for a moment to look at me.

  I shifted, suddenly uncomfortable at his stare, but he growled at my self-consciousness, suddenly moving to kneel between my legs, rubbing his warm hands along my thighs to the juncture where my pussy lay slick and needy. His thumbs spread apart the folds of slick flesh hiding my clit, finding the tiny nub and rubbing it steadily. He leaned forward, continuing the sweet assault with his thumbs, and placing his mouth on the soft swell of my belly, licking across the expanse of flesh before swirling inside my belly button. I bucked against him, self-consciousness forgotten, and parted my thighs wider, egging him on.

  His tongue licked across my abdomen and my hips, and then feasted again on my tits before he lifted my legs across his upper thighs, the position shifting the hard slab of his cock to sit flush against the sopping seam of my cunt. His head lifted, and he growled low, breathing heavily as he found my mouth with his, sinking that massive cock a few inches into my wet channel as he devoured my mouth with the hottest kiss ever. I whimpered, feeling my inner muscles clenching around that thick intruder, before, with a powerful surge, he sank in to the hilt as I let out a scream, muffled by his mouth.

  “Christ, you feel amazing. I can’t stop,” he groaned, his body tense with the need to move, but trying to hold back in case he hurt me.

  He was panting now, his head lifting and his eyes searching mine. I grabbed the back of his neck, dragging him back, and was soon sucking on his delicious tongue as his hips began to move. We moaned as the fat monster between my thighs travelled back and forth, slowly at first before he lifted my hips higher, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he was soon pummelling my ass with his balls as he fucked me hard and fast.

  “Holy shit!” I gasped, whimpering with each slam of his hips against mine. He alternated strokes, slamming in hard and heavy, then the next moment grinding his pubic bone against mine until with a scream of pleasure I came. My body convulsed, hips bucking, and he lost it, his head falling to my shoulder as his cock jerked inside me. I felt his balls draw up as he came with a harsh grunt, then bellowed as the orgasm went on and on. We must have blacked out for a few moments, as I came around to find myself flattened into the mattress, his heavy body covering me, his dick still firmly wedged deep inside me, albeit slightly less engorged.

  “Holy shit!” I repeated, my hands rubbing over his sweaty back and down his juicy butt. I fingered the soft weight of his balls which were wedged against my ass, feeling the slick cream of my cum against his inner thighs.

  I felt a snicker as he laughed, still breathing heavily, and gave him a kiss and a hug.

  “Holy shit is right.” He chuckled, turning his head to kiss me, which I loved, since cuddling and kissing after sex was one of my favourite pastimes. He moved off me, but pulled me against him, still joined to me, and we cuddled side by side, hands exploring, caressing in the afterglow of a stupendous session of lovemaking.

  “I’ve made a decision,” I said seriously as we stood in his shower to clean the sweat and cum from our bodies. His hands did a thorough job of cleaning every single bit of me, and I spent a long time making sure his cock and balls and ass were dirt free.

  He looked at me, concerned by my serious tone, and my lips quirked, unable to stay serious for too long.

  “I’ve decided that we need to explore our compatibility a bit more, and if you want to whisk me away from my glamorous life here in Manchester, and have your wicked way with me on a south Pacific Island near Fiji, I won’t object too strongly.”

  My smile widened as he growled, slapped my ass, then shoved me against the wall, mashing my tits to the cool surface as he sank his cock back inside my pussy. “I do believe my dick is compatible with your pussy, my lovely, and I plan to have my wicked way with you many times before we get to a south Pacific island near Fiji.”

  He tilted my head back, and we shared a toe-curling kiss as he began to pound my cunt into submission, the wet slap of flesh against flesh an aphrodisiac which had us both coming hard several moments later, with him pulling out at the last second, spraying my ass and thighs and lower back with his hot cum.

  “I’m still not sharing my ice cream with you,” I said, giggling into his mouth as his tongue duelled with mine.

  “Sweetheart, I’ve tasted the best cream of all, when I ate out your delicious pussy the second time we fucked, and I can honestly say, it’s better than any tub of Häagen-Dazs.” Of course this led to another round of sex, which extended into the following day, which happened to be my day off. When his tongue woke me up the morning after fucking into my pussy, I forgot everything, even my name, for a while before squealing that I had a shop to run, and legging it out the door after the fastest shower in history, to his hearty amusement.

  Chapter 3:

  Mile High Club

  Three weeks later, after a frenetic period of time juggling work and enjoying as much sexy time with Jackson as I could manage, I was standing on the tarmac of Manchester International Airport. Staring in awe at the large jet which had just taxied to a halt and was waiting for me to board, I gave a sigh of relief that I had arrived at all, since I had been kept hopping by evil bitch ASM. The only reason I was still sane was because, despite the infrequency of the sexy time with Jackson, it had definitely been all about quality not quantity when we got together. I had never thought a woman could have so much fun on her lunch breaks and had several pleasant memories of being picke
d up by Jackson’s flash limousine, then “parking” for forty minutes, to be returned to work flushed, satiated, and trying not to look like I’d just been fucked silly in the back of an elongated car.

  Jackson sniggered at my expression, enjoying the fact that I had no ready quip, since for once I was speechless.

  He was dressed in lightweight linen trousers which hugged his slim waist and taut ass, hinting at the bulge of his huge schlong between his legs. A tropically coloured red shirt hung across his broad shoulders, short sleeved and displaying his rather nice forearms spattered lightly with dark hair. His hair, as usual, was perfectly cut, hanging in a slightly shaggy style which suited him perfectly and brushed the nape of his neck with a few curls. He had a broad chest, and his shirt was open at the neck, revealing a smattering of dark hair, and not for the first time I realised what a gorgeous man he was. Jackson was one of those people who wasn’t particularly bothered about his looks, simply accepting that he was what he was, rather than being vain about it.

  “My lady, your carriage awaits.” He bowed low, his arm sweeping out to motion me to the gangway leading upward, and I snorted at his antics, grabbing my bag and hauling myself up the steps into the cabin after sharing a hungry kiss with him.

  Immediately the male steward—blond, blue-eyed, gorgeous, nice muscles, cute ass, in his mid-twenties, looking remarkably like the driver of Jackson’s limo—showed me to a seat and offered me a choice of drinks before I had even sat down.

  The steward introduced himself as Max, the same Max who had driven the limo. Since my senses had been overwhelmed by Jackson during our little trysts and Max had been in uniform, I hadn’t paid much attention to him before, but in the comfort of the plane, I couldn’t help but notice his sexy smile.

  Shrugging, determined to enjoy myself for the month, I ordered a cocktail, complete with umbrella, pineapple juice, and a double shot of rum and then settled back in the luxurious seat, my feet dancing as I enjoyed the leg room.

  Jackson said a few words to the steward as he joined me, then flung himself into the seat opposite, with a table between us as we both strapped in ready for takeoff.

  “Nice wheels,” I said, raising a brow at the luxury decor.

  “Yeah, it does in a pinch.” He chuckled, looking relaxed and gorgeous, his teeth gleaming against his olive-skinned complexion.

  I shook my head, sipping my cocktail through the bendy straw and sighing as I began to relax finally.

  “Bad day?” Jackson asked sympathetically, his brown eyes soft and concerned as I closed my eyes.

  “Bad year, really,” I replied, feeling a little teary as I thought about the hassle of trying to get time off from Karen, the bitch alien. I had nearly changed my mind about the vacation, but Karen had changed my mind by constantly belittling my efforts, making me determined to get away. Her snide remarks at my expense really got to me, even though I tried to brush them off. When I applied for the time off, she had basically told me that there was no way I was going to be allowed to take time off at the last minute, and I would have to get cover from another manager, who was very willing to help me out, since I had been a friend with her for ages.

  Then there was the excuse, once I got the cover, that I couldn’t have a month off since it was too last minute, even though my last two holidays had been cancelled as I had to cover at other stores as two other managers in my area left rather than put up with the bitch alien anymore.

  When I finally stated that I was entitled to take the holiday, making sure I backed up my claim with evidence from the company’s own staff handbook, and threatened to make sure that if I wasn’t allowed time off, I would be resigning immediately, she backed off and grudgingly let me go.

  Of course, as with any belittling bitch, she made sure that I was given all sorts of shitty jobs to finish up right up until the last second before I was due to leave, sending me off all over the place to train new managers, attend meetings, etc, on her behalf and generally fuck up my time before I was due to leave.

  I had eventually, in a panic, resorted to begging Jackson to pack for me, letting him have the key to my apartment and asking if he could just shove a load of stuff in a bag, since I would be driving straight to the airport from work, not having time to change—again. If it hadn’t been for Jackson’s unstinting support, I think I would have cracked completely and had a nervous breakdown.

  Now comfortably ensconced in a private jet, the shot of rum warming my stomach nicely, I sighed again before opening my eyes and shaking my head.

  “Every time I see you lately, I seem to burst into tears, so how about I make a promise to just forget work for the next four weeks, and not blubber like a baby.” I smiled, willing the stress away.

  Jackson rewarded me with his sparkling smile, nodding at me before starting to talk about the resort where we were heading. Once we levelled off and were allowed to move around the cabin, he gave me a tour of the plane, which had two nice-sized toilets, a bedroom, shower room, and seats for about a dozen people.

  “Did you win the lottery or something?” I asked as I stared around, trying to remember if he had told me what he did for a living. “You never did tell me what you do for a living. You’re not some crime lord, are you?” I realised this was a redundant question, since if he was, he wouldn’t admit it.

  He laughed, shook his head, and then asked if I wanted to change outfits.

  My eyes widened, as I hadn’t remembered to bring a change of clothes on board.

  He laughed again. “In the bedroom, luv,” he said and sauntered back into the main cabin while I wandered dazedly into the bedroom.

  Sure enough, laid out on the bed was a pair of lightweight stone-coloured linen pants, camisole top, clean knickers and bra, and a silky over shirt. I made use of the shower, which was fitted with all sorts of nice smellies, deodorants, and shampoo, washed my hair, and when changed and washed down, I returned to join Jackson.

  “You clean up nice,” he said, reclining on the sofa, which was set in the central cabin. He had a bottle of Becks in his hands and had been reading from a thick leather binder, a pair of round spectacles perched on his nose.

  I snorted, sinking onto the sofa next to him and sipping at the second cocktail which had magically appeared.

  “You didn’t answer my question earlier,” I said, reminding him.

  “About the lottery?” I nodded. “I own some real estate, and invested wisely a few years ago. The resort we are heading to is a new investment, so I wanted to check it out. I work as a psychotherapist, and I’ve managed to make a living doing consultancy work, which pays extremely well, so I can afford to travel in style. The jet and limo are owned by the company, and it made sense to use them since otherwise it would take too long to get to the resort.

  After a couple of hours, and three more cocktails, I was feeling nicely relaxed and eyeing the steward, who was a prime hunk. My thoughts were distinctly naughty, and I idly fantasised about him, the bed, and all the naughty things I could get up to in the fifteen hours remaining of the flight before we had to refuel.

  Jackson grinned at me knowingly, noticing my eyes straying. I blushed, embarrassed at being caught looking at another man, but Jackson didn’t seem bothered.

  “Remember those fantasies,” he murmured, his fingers running along my inner thigh. “One of mine is watching while my favourite girl is pleasured by different men.” I jerked in surprise, his words sending tingles down my spine, shocking me but arousing me as well. “Another of my fantasies is sharing you with Max. We wondered if you’d like to share our fantasies” he said, and my eyes locked with the chauffeur-steward’s sparkling blue ones as Jackson’s fingers found my wet slit, pushing aside my soaking panties before flicking against my clit as I gasped and moaned in arousal. “Max thinks you’re a hottie, and he’s hungry for the sweet taste of your cream.”

  Max moved toward us, kneeling at my side, blue eyes dark with lust. He pulled at the waistband of my trousers, his gaze hungry as he w
atched Jackson’s fingers pleasuring me beneath the silky material of my underwear. I whimpered as Jackson removed his hand, offering it to Max, who sucked my thick juice from Jackson’s fingers before his soft lips descended to mine and gave me a taste of my cream.

  It was one of the most erotic sights I’d ever seen and I moaned against Jackson’s mouth, lost in pleasure.

  I bucked against Jackson’s fingers, and Max growled against my mouth, his hands moving to my waist before literally ripping the material in two, exposing my slick nether lips to his avid gaze. His mouth dove between my legs, hooking my legs over the sides of my seat, and I cried out, bucking my hips as his tongue lashed my clit before stabbing inside my sopping channel as Jackson stroked me with his thumb.

  I came hard, Jackson’s hot mouth muffling my scream as I lay back in my seat with Jackson leaning over me as I flooded Max’s hungry mouth with lashings of juice. I groaned as Max continued to eat out my pussy, his hands on my tits kneading the soft flesh and rubbing hard on my aching nipples. I felt his teeth graze the tiny nub of my clit, and then he bit down lightly, sucking hard, and I screamed again, my body exploding into a second orgasm, before I fell back weakly in the reclining seat.

  Shaking my head, trying to dispel the roaring in my ears, I closed my eyes and was soon fast asleep as the hum of the engines droned in my ears.

  Much later, I awoke to the feel of something warm and wet gliding along the soft skin between my earlobe and my shoulder. I shifted slightly, and the caress moved up again, sliding silkily along my jaw. A soft weight rested against the corner of my mouth and I moaned softly, accepting the slick caress of the tongue which darted between my parted lips and began to glide sensuously against my tongue.