by H. L. Lola
“Oh fucking hell!” I cried. Not satisfied with my cries of pleasure, she slid leisurely down the stiff pole, before rising easily upwards. It was if she was caressing my dick, which was teetering on the edge of detonation.
“Like that?’ she asked knowingly.
I nodded furiously, not being able to speak. She increased her rhythm, slithering up and down the full length of my cock.
“Help me,” she told me. Intuitively I placed my hands on her buttocks, squeezing the tight mounds of flesh, lifting them up and down in an ever increasing rhythm.
‘Fuck!” I yelled as she hammered my cock in the most rapturous way.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried, her body again shaking with ecstasy, my cock exploding in unison as I lost myself in a lustful frenzy.
She lay on top of me, heaving with exertion. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her safe and enjoying the satisfaction of releasing my load. We sat there joined for a number of minutes, she kissing me intermittently.
“You are beautiful,” I said.
“You are....”
Suddenly there was the sound of a key in the door.
“Quick! It’s my husband! You must go!” she half whispered, bouncing from lap. “He’ll kill you!”
I scooped my clothes from the floor and bolted for the sliding door.
“Hi babe!” I heard him call as I scurried across the courtyard to the iron gate. I fumbled with the lock for what seemed an eternity.
“Hi honey!” she replied sweetly.
“Whoa!” I heard him gasp as he discovered his stunning wife standing in the middle of the living room wearing only bodaciously erotic high heels. “This is a very nice surprise!”
“‘I’ve been waiting for you,” she said. “I want you.”
Opening the door to the outside, I stepped quickly through the gate closing it behind me as quietly as I could manage. Suddenly I found myself standing on the main road opposite the beach, with only a bundle of clothes to cover my shrinking cock, the condom still stuck to it.
A couple holding hands walked past staring as I struggled to pull my shorts up my legs. Once I managed to secure my sandals to my feet I crossed the road to the long sandy beach, my
T-shirt in hand. I walked to a convenience block where I found a vacant cubicle and disposed of the condom hanging from my flaccid penis. Walking out into the bright sun across the sand and finding a vacant spot, I dropped the T-shirt and removed my sandals and placed them on top.
I strode into the water, bouncing through the shallows before diving into the clear cool water, which soothed my skin as I splashed a number of strokes out into deeper water. Floating on my back I smiled at the thought of the amazing afternoon.
“Babes do fall into my lap! It’s not only Max who can get laid!”
As I continued to float , the sun warming my body, I pondered one thing.
“I wonder what her name is?”
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