“Lie down,” he said, holding her hand. She sunk down into the bath and stretched out as he towered over her, his cock seemingly massive, dominating her view of him. He knelt either side of her hips and ran his soapy hands over her stomach, then slowly up to her breasts then up once more to her neck. Gently, he washed her, caressing her curves, her arms and down over her navel towards her pussy. He sat down and took her legs, draping them over his thighs so that her pussy was exposed, open and ready for his smooth soapy fingers. He washed each lip carefully, gently, not pushing inside but slowly applying his fingers to the task. She squirmed against his touch, so very delighted with the care he was taking but increasingly anxious to have him inside her.
“Ricky, please!” she pleaded, pushing her hands under her buttocks to raise herself higher, closer to him.
His thumb ran over her anus and she gasped with pleasure, pushing up again instinctively as it ran back again, and again. He grabbed the soap again and got his fingers lathered up then pushed his middle finger deep inside her anus, pulled back out and struck up a slow, firm rhythm. She didn’t care what he found in there, the feeling was exactly what she wanted at that time. She slipped one hand from underneath herself and touched her pussy, circled her clit and knew that release was close.
“Oh Ricky!” she gasped, astounded that she was masturbating in front of him while he pleasured her anus. It had been at least two weeks since she had come and she felt every ounce of deprivation feeding her lust.
“Do it, Hol, come for me!” he said, the middle finger joined for the deepest part of the stroke by another which teased the tight entrance. Her head banged back against the bath but she felt nothing except the growing sense that she was trembling and that her pussy was leaking waves of lubrication. Her thighs were up over his and her ankles tried desperately to lock around his body. Her fingers swirled over her clit, teasing, stroking and occasionally dipping inside her pussy to bring out more juice to increase the bubbling tension that her clit was creating. She could feel the hardness of his cock between the tight little crack of her buttocks and nothing mattered at all except feeding the beast growing within her.
“Ricky, baby!” she shouted, her legs shaking around him and she rubbed harder. His fingers plunged inside her, now two way down inside, stroking slowly and firmly against her own frantic rhythm. Her breath stuck in her throat as her head tilted back, pushing her breasts out towards the ceiling as she shuddered and tried to scream but all she could do was move her mouth soundlessly as she froze and then burst into a dazzling orgasm that took over from her brain. Her fingers rubbed over her pussy lips and she gripped her groin with her hand, coaxing the pulsing pleasure as it flowed through her. She gasped once and then shrieked, convinced she much have wet herself with the force of her release, the obscene masturbation and her boy’s constant finger-fucking of her anus. Very slowly she relaxed her grip around his body and her thighs sank down over his hips so that he could no longer stroke inside her. She continued to shake however, feeling a little cold as his hands swept over her inner thighs, touching her gently, caressing her but leaving her groin alone. He slipped down beside her, cuddling her awkwardly in the small bath but the feeling of his muscles, his hardness and limbs thrilled her as they slipped with soapy smoothness over her. He kissed her lips, smiling at her pretty, flushed face then kissed her fully, longingly as he cupped her breasts. Her breathing slowed but she still felt like she was gasping, trying to breathe in the humid warmth of the little bathroom.
She reached down between them and felt his hardness, pushing the skin down to reveal his very swollen cock head. She scooped some soap off his chest and circled his cock with her palm but he simply kissed her hard and took hold of her hand. The water pipes rattled, a distant knocking which she seemed to feel as well as hear.
“Dinner time babe!” he said. She understood, knowing that he wanted to make love to her in the apartment and would save everything for later. Another knock. Ricky looked up and over to the door. Holly bit her lip and grinned up at him.
“Hol, you OK?”
“Hey Suzy, yes, be out in a minute!” She listened as the footsteps retreated across the kitchen.
“Uh oh,” she whispered.
“I’ll dry off and get dressed,” said Ricky, stepping out of the bath.
“Huh. I’ll wrap the towel round me when you’ve finished. Sounds like she went back upstairs.” Ricky pushed his cock down into his underwear, dressed quickly and gave Holly the towel. It covered her breasts and about two inches down her thighs. “Ready?” she asked, unlocking the door. He followed her as she tiptoed out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.
“Hi, you must be Holly!” said a very pretty girl in tight, revealing exercise clothes. Her shorts hugged her form like boyshorts. Holly recognised her as the girl who was helping Suzy on the bench press. “I’m Kathy,” said the girl, rising from her seat at the kitchen table. She was stunning and looked her up and down as Holly kept one hand on the top of the towel just above her breasts and extended the other carefully.
“Hi Kathy, yes, I’m Holly and this is Ricky. We were just getting cleaned up!” The girl’s hand was warm, soft and very feminine.
“Yeah, we’re going to do that in a min,” she replied, glancing over at Ricky, nodding then looking straight back to Holly. “She said you were lovely.”
Holly smiled, let go of her hand and started up the stairs, her heart pounding for no known reason. She was thankful that Ricky was behind her as she knew that she had everything exposed as she went up to her room.
“Now that was weird,” said Ricky, sitting on the bed and pulling on his shoes. Holly flopped down beside him, still panting a little, hot, bewildered.
“Yeah,” said Holly, looking at her bedroom door which Ricky had thankfully closed. In a lower voice she recounted what had happened that day.
“So Suzy met her at the gym?”
“Yeah, pretty sure it’s the same girl.”
“So another good deed then, you may have helped her out of her misery.”
“Maybe, we’ll see. I need to get changed,” said Holly, dropping the towel on the floor and grabbing some underwear from her drawer.
“You look fabulous, Hol!” She grinned over her shoulder at him and shook her buttocks. “Worth the trip!” he said with a smile.
“All that way to see my bum?”
“Your beautiful smile too, Hol, not just your cute little bum.”
“You’re so sweet. Where are we going to eat?” she asked, pulling up her knickers then selecting a bra.
“You like sushi?”
“Oh yeah, I haven’t had that for years!” said Holly, pulling up her pale grey stockings.
“OK, Kyoto’s sort of on the way to the apartment, let’s go there.”
She changed, he dressed and they made themselves look respectable. Holly wore a dark blue summer dress and sandals, needing a change from the working outfits of skirts and blouses that she wore in the week. Just before she opened her bedroom door she turned to Ricky and kissed his lips.
“Thanks for coming all this way, babe, it means so much to me.” They hugged and went downstairs, taking both cars to the apartment then Ricky’s to the restaurant, leaving hers in the street below.
Kyoto was almost full so they had to wait fifteen minutes for a table but once seated, the service was excellent in the warmth and noise of the restaurant. The ordered from the a la carte menu and each had eight pieces of sushi while they shared a spicy tuna roll and hot sake. An hour later, they left in the two cars and headed for the apartment. Once inside they both changed out of their clothes and pulled on the dressing gowns which were hanging as usual behind the bathroom door. Holly checked the fridge and freezer while Ricky slumped onto the sofa and turned on the TV. She made tea and brought two mugs through to the lounge, put them on the coffee table and curled up in Ricky’s arms as they flicked through channels looking for something intelligent.
“You’d think there would be
something good on TV on a Saturday night, right?” said Holly with her head resting on his chest. Ricky had lit the fire even though it wasn’t cold at all but the small flames were welcome and she thought that this is what it would be like if they were together forever. Cuddling, making love, travelling and working, exploring. She felt rested and far more secure than she had with Rob, her previous boyfriend. With Ricky there was a sense of knowledge of the world, of the way people should interact and she had confidence with them both as a couple. She snuggled against him, smiling to herself. “Maybe the news will be on at ten?” she said, thinking that there didn’t seem to be much else of any interest. “Eh?”
She turned a little and looked up. Ricky had his eyes closed and head back on the sofa. Without question he was asleep. Gently she extricated herself from his arms and padded into the master bedroom, pulled back the covers and closed the curtains. While she didn’t really want to go to sleep right away she knew for Ricky it was about four in the morning. Back in the lounge she sat on the edge of the sofa and took his hand.
“Ricky, time for bed babe!” she said, squeezing. Another squeeze and then a reaction.
“Huh?”
“Time for bed, come on,” she said, pulling him up. “I’m going to tuck you up and you can have a good sleep.”
He smiled and mumbled something but Holly knew that the mention of sleep and being tucked up had both amused and relieved him. “So tired.”
“I know, here, lie down,” she said, pulling the covers over him. She watched his eyes close and knew that he was asleep within a few seconds. She bent over him and kissed his lips, then went back out into the lounge, closing the bedroom door behind her. Holly tightened the belt around her dressing gown, grabbed her tea and slipped out onto the balcony. The city lights were beautiful and she sat on one of the cheap chairs, put her feet on the metal railings and stared out. The cool night air felt wonderful as it wafted up between her legs, over her pussy and around her pubic hair. She wiggled her feet apart a few inches which increased the airflow then put the mug on the little table to her left and sighed with delight. The view was perfect, she had her man fed and tucked up in bed and she had come a few hours earlier in the most uninhibited exhibition of her life. But most important, she thought with a smile, she had made a friend with a part of her body which up until a couple of months ago never got even the slightest attention. Yet she had allowed Ricky to investigate that tight little hole and discover the wonders that it held. He had thrust into it with his fingers with neither of them caring at all what they found in there. In her mind their activity was still a little disgusting but that’s what made it so thrilling.
She wriggled again and her dressing gown flopped open. Anyone with night vision would be able to see her pussy, the beginning of her arousal and the tight, crinkled little opening below her vagina that Holly felt sure would welcome Ricky’s cock in the near future. She picked up her tea and sipped while her right hand lazily played in her pubic hair and very lightly over her clit. A second major difference occurred to her as a car honked ten floors below and out of sight. Her relaxed attitude on the balcony, exposed and playing with herself, represented another change of the past few weeks. If her previous boyfriend had suddenly walked out on to the balcony she would have shrieked and covered herself, but with Ricky, she would simply smile up at him and pull him close for a kiss.
Her thoughts turned to Suzy, and the apparition of Kathy in the kitchen. While Suzy was pretty and now hopefully happier, Kathy had been stunning. Holly knew it wasn’t the girl’s figure which seemed to be similar to her own and Suzy’s, but there was something about her face which had sent a shock wave through her even before they had shaken hands. It was just the simple expression on the girl’s face, of recognition and genuine pleasure which Holly had sensed and captured, all in that split second. Whatever it was had confused her, sent her heart rate back up to the same level as when she had come in the bath and to some degree wished she had never seen such a creature. Holly imagined them in the bathroom together, stripping, cuddling, feeling each other for the first time as skin met skin under the heat of the shower. She wondered about the level of familiarity that they would have with each other, with no need to tread carefully or work out how much pressure to use on certain areas. All of that was known, practiced for years and ready to be applied. She gasped as her two fingers dug deep into her pussy, suddenly realising that she was masturbating in public, even though she doubted many people had night vision goggles or would bother using them on the apartment block. She sniffed her fingers and smiled, a flush of excitement zipping across her stomach as the tang and smell triggered sensual memories.
A plan developed in her mind as she recalled the last time they had spent the night at the apartment. She would slide into bed in the next few minutes and sleep, but wake before Ricky and after making the coffee, slip under the sheets so that she could take his little limp cock into her mouth. That had been such a thrill last time as it slowly woke up and then with increasing speed bulged and grew until she could no longer contain the whole thing in her mouth and had to settle for sucking and licking him to orgasm. In the morning though, she wanted him inside her, deep, hard and unforgiving. His flight was at eight in the evening, so they would need to leave at about five for the airport which meant there was potential for love-making in the morning and again in afternoon. They had met less than two months ago, made love less than ten times but she wouldn’t dream of trying to count them and had confided in each other with ease and total trust. Life was good, she thought, as she pulled her dressing gown over her legs and finished her tea.
Chapter 5
It was pitch dark but Holly sensed movement in another room. She slid her hand across the bed and felt the warm sheets but not Ricky. She rolled over and dozed off again having assumed he had gone to the toilet. It seemed like hours but five minutes later she woke again as the bedroom door opened, closed and then the mattress sank as he slipped back into bed. She opened one eye, trying to convince her brain that it could go back to sleep in a minute. The room was dark but she sensed his warmth next to her, his movement and a mobility that suggested he wasn’t going back to sleep.
“What time is it?” she asked quietly, touching him.
“Just before six.”
“Ugh!”
“Sorry, my head thinks it’s afternoon,” said Ricky. She heard him sip a drink and cuddled closer, delighted with the feeling of being next to someone while in bed.
“Oh yeah, sorry babe!”
“Shh, it’s fine, go back to sleep.”
“No, I’m awake now, it’s ok, is that coffee?”
“Tea, and there’s a mug next to you,” he said.
“You’re so sweet!” she said, meaning it. She loved the way he looked after her, thought about her, the little touches and considerations. It was such a change and it was those little things that counted almost as much as their love-making. She felt around for the mug then sipped the tea, feeling wide awake.
“Sunrise in twenty minutes,” he said with a laugh.
“Let’s watch!” said Holly, sitting up. He clicked on the light then stood, pulling open the curtains. “Is it warm out?” she asked, peering out at the lights of the city. “Coz we could sit on the balcony and drink our tea.” She heard the balcony doors slide open and close again before he reappeared, naked, semi-erect.
“It’s nice, grab your gown!”
She used the toilet then followed him out to the balcony and decided that it wasn’t really that warm but it was fun, especially as she could see the sky brightening over the rooftops. He sat on the chair and pulled her onto his lap where she sipped her tea with her arm round his shoulders. They chatted for a little while before she put her mug down and kissed his neck.
“I’m so lucky! I can’t believe that someone would fly five thousand miles to see me for one day!” she said, kissing his ear. He giggled at her touch and held her closer as she rested against his shoulder and looked agai
n at the city lights and the space between two old buildings where she thought the sun would first appear. He touched her face and with a finger, lifted her chin up so she faced him.
“It’s so very worth it Hol, even for an hour,” he said, seriously. They kissed gently and she could feel him hardening underneath her thighs. He tasted of tea and toothpaste, an early morning mixture which underscored their night together. She moved very slightly on his lap, encouraging his hardness and in doing so allowed her robe to open a couple of inches. She could feel the cooler air on her breasts and knew that her idea of taking him in her mouth while he was small and limp would have to wait until another morning. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth and felt his in return while his hand traced a gentle path from her shoulder down inside her gown to cup her breast. She thought briefly about being seen but was sure that nothing could be seen with them up so high and wearing the dressing gowns. He pinched her nipple and Holly sighed with pleasure as his hand slid down over her stomach and then to her hip. He pushed gently against her and she understood what he wanted, stood, then straddled him, kissing him again as she rested across his thighs.
His hands found both breasts and squeezed as she took his face in both hands and kissed him passionately, moving very gently back and forth, pulling the material of his gown over his expanding cock.
“Oh Ricky,” she said, reaching down to his stiff cock, “I’ve waited weeks for this!” He was very warm, rigid in her hand and she rose a little as her fingers slipped down along his length. He caressed her buttocks and then pushed the bottom of her dressing gown away from her so that it flapped over his knees but exposed her pussy to him. She lifted herself up as his hand touched her thighs, trembling a little as he touched her pubic hair then ran a finger along her moist slit. “Yes, that’s it,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She moved her hips forward and felt the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth as he teased her. Down over her clit, between the soft wet lips of her pussy to briefly touch her anus, then back up again. At then, mercifully, it came to rest against her opening and she kissed his ear as she sank an inch to let him in. He groaned quietly as her lips encased his cock, gripping her hips more tightly as she sank all the way, taking him as deep as she could. He filled her entirely, pushing against the walls, her pussy all along his length, rippling the tight tube as she rose and sank again. The wind blew her hair and she threw her head back so that she could gaze into his deep blue eyes. As she kissed his lips she knew she was close and Ricky reached around her little buttocks and grabbed her tightly, as though he knew exactly what she needed to bring her to immediate orgasm.
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