by Carl East
”What size sir?” she asked, fully involved in this dream.
”I don’t know,” I answered, which wasn’t a lie, “but I don’t think any of them would fit me.”
”Why not sir?” she replied.
Well, I have a very large cock, that they wouldn’t cover,” I said.
She suddenly became intrigued, grabbing a pair, and then asking me to follow her once more. She took me over to the changing rooms, and asked me to remove my trousers, which I did. Then once again I imagined my cock was bigger than it really was, and removed my underwear.
”Oh my, you are big aren’t you?” she said, bending down to place my feet inside the new swimming briefs.
When she brought them up my legs, my cock brushed against her shoulder, making it that little bit harder. She tried to place my cock in the shorts, but they were too small, with my cock sticking out the top.
”Well, I wonder if they would fit, if you weren’t hard?” she said, taking the shorts back off, and then starting to jerk my cock with both hands.
I looked down, watching her slide my cock gently but firmly between her hands, and then for added excitement she started to lick the end as well. My cock throbbed as this treatment continued, her tongue darting out to brush my bell end. She never sucked, but the feel of her tongue working on the end of my cock, while her hands skillfully passed over the length, was really turning me on.
Then she started to go faster, my cock feeling like it was about to explode, until Wham, it hit the end, the first stream hitting her tongue as she continued to jerk it dry, and then the second being directed to the changing room door, as she quickened her pace. As I came the third time it just dribbled out the end, with her tongue lapping it up. I then allowed my cock to deflate, wanting to reward her for her efforts, and she pulled the shorts back up. This time they fit, and I told her I would take them.
The dream was then over, with me waking up, I had cum running down my thigh again, I smiled, and thought, that young woman deserves another visit, and then went back to sleep.
The End
The Making of a Friendship
The wind howled as it gushed into the knot of the tree, the tree that’d been in Carl’s backyard for twenty years. The longest branch rapped on the side of the house making Carl turn to see where the sound had come from. He consciously decided it was time he did something about that branch, before it caused some real damage.
Turning back to his computer, he typed in a message on his favorite bulletin board, a board where he’d made a lot of good friends, although most of them were living in America. He’d found this site whilst doing a search for erotic literature, and discovered it had a discussion board to go with it.
Carl had always found it easy to make friends online, he was just that kind of guy, someone you could talk with and feel comfortable doing so. It wasn’t hard to understand therefore, how easy someone could call him a close friend even though they’d never met him.
He had a few friends online that he felt close to, but no one he considered as special. One day however, that all changed, because he was attracted by something someone wrote on his favorite bulletin board.
He quickly sent off an email to this individual, praising her for what she’d written, but not really expecting a response. Therefore, he was surprised that within five minutes of sending it, he received a reply. The email in question was clearly from someone who was sweet and kind, mainly because of the nice things she said.
This all made him further intrigued as to who wrote it, and so he started to talk back to her in other emails. Pretty soon they were chatting on their favorite Instant messengers, with each learning something new about the other everyday. It wasn’t until they traded photos of one another, that Carl began to feel more than friendship towards this individual.
Her name was Andrea, which wasn’t unusual, but it was her face that struck Carl the most, for she had the sweetest smile and loveliest eyes he’d ever seen. He made the mistake one day of telling her how much she meant to him, and found her backing off, as if she wanted nothing to do with anything other than friendship.
Therefore, he was quite content to leave it that way, although on occasion he did let slip how much he cared, and was immediately admonished for getting too close. He turned to poetry to win his fair maiden, but when that didn’t work he just admitted defeat to himself that he would never get back the feelings he had for this beautiful woman.
It was during one of their many conversations that Carl admitted his defeat, and won the respect of Andrea in more ways than he could ever have imagined.
”If friendship is all that I can gain from this meeting, then I take it with an open heart and thankfulness that I have a friend such as you,” he said taking a break. “It would be an honor to befriend such a beautiful Lady as yourself, I hope in my heart that you will forever be my closest companion and confidante.”
Andrea sat back in her chair staring at the words on the screen, she loved the way he used words and it was almost a romantic feeling to read them.
”Thank you Carl,” she quickly replied, not wanting to leave the screen blank for too long.
”You’re welcome, Andrea,” he said, at which point Andrea could imagine his English accent saying those very words.
As the days went by they talked and talked, always enjoying each other’s company but never crossing the line between friendship and love. Until one day, just by chance Carl mentioned that he might be coming over to America for a holiday. He’d planned on going across the states in a train, and asked Andrea her advice on the best course of action.
Andrea went out of her way the next day to find out, which would be the best route to take and to find out how many different states Carl could possibly pass through on his journey.
It was decided that Washington was possibly the best place to begin, and so Carl arranged it so that this was his starting point. Many days that turned into weeks went by, before Carl eventually got around to informing Andrea that he was to set off for America that very Friday.
Andrea was somewhat excited at hearing this news, yet she couldn’t explain why. It wasn’t until her sister caught her chatting with Carl one day that she found out.
”Why are you blushing sis?” her sister asked.
”Am I?” replied Andrea.
”Yes, a very crimson color,” came the reply, as Andrea’s sister passed over a hand mirror.
Andrea looked into the mirror to see her cheeks flushed crimson red, and then put the mirror down on the sideboard.
”Carl just called me beautiful,” she said.
”You’re in love with him aren’t you?”
”No I’m not...at least I don’t think so,” Andrea replied, looking back at the screen.
Carl had written a short poem, dedicated to Andrea.
I hope thy beauty will never fade or age will stay its course for sweet the voice that lights your eyes will always be rejoiced.
”I wrote that for you my dear, I will miss our conversations as I journey across your land, I just wish in my heart that your state had been one of those I visited.”
At that point Andrea started to cry, she knew at that instant her sister was right, she’d fallen in love and didn’t even know it. How could she respond to Carl now? For she knew if she told him he’d find a way to get to her. She knew just what a passionate man he was, and it finally dawned on her that that was the reason she loved him, he made her feel alive and wanted.
Andrea didn’t let on about her feelings, for she had a plan formulating in her mind, and didn’t want to spoil things.
The next day was to be the last they could talk together, for he would be setting off the following day. Therefore, Andrea happily talked away for hours, all the time getting little bits of information out of Carl so that he wouldn’t suspect a thing. She found out what time he was arriving in Washington, and on which plane.
She found out what train he would be catching, as well as what time, and then s
oon found that the hours had marched away once again, and she had to say goodbye.
”I hope you have a good journey Carl, I will miss you so very much, please hurry back,” she said, meaning every single word.
”I’ll miss you to Andrea, of all the people I will be meeting on my journey you are the one person I would dearly love to see.”
Andrea smiled at that, for in the next few hours she too would be in Washington, waiting for his plane to land, she’d decided this the day she discovered she’d fallen in love, but she hadn’t told him.
In the next few hours things were extremely hectic for Andrea. She’d gotten her airline tickets and arranged for her sister to drop her off at the airport. What she hadn’t done was inform her parents where she was going or whom she was going to meet, she just knew they wouldn’t understand.
By the time she sat down in the plane, she was feeling a lot of anguish, about meeting Carl and also about lying to her family, all except her sister of course for she had to tell someone. When she arrived she was a bag of nerves, she kept telling herself to calm down but the nearer Carl’s plane got the more nervous she became.
She even watched it land and got herself ready as the passengers disembarked, she got a little worried when about fifty or so people piled off the plane but that he wasn’t one of them, and then she saw him.
He was quite tall, at least six foot, with dark hair and a very sweet smile. Unfortunately Carl hadn’t looked in Andrea’s direction, so she had to go up behind him and tap him on the shoulder.
As he turned around and looked into her eyes, his facial expression changed from one that looked lost to one of sheer joy.
”ANDREA,” he shouted, making everyone in the near vicinity turn to look his way.
”Hi Carl, I just wanted to surprise you,” she replied, feeling a little embarrassed.
Carl suddenly swept her off her feet, planting a big kiss on her cheek before letting her down again.
”This is so wonderful you couldn’t have given me a better surprise if you tried.”
”I needed to see you, I felt it was important,” she replied, getting her breath back.
”Why, what was so urgent you had to see me?”
”I fell in love!”
”Oh...I hope whoever the guy is, he knows how lucky he is,” replied Carl, putting his head down.
”I fell in love with you silly,” replied Andrea, whilst touching his face.
Carl looked into her eyes, his face a glow with happiness, and placing one hand gently onto her cheek he kissed her softly on the lips.
”I’ve loved you for some time, I just didn’t want to lose you by telling you so, I thought you could only be my friend,” he said, stroking her cheek with the tip of his fingers.
”I did at first, but you’re such a sweet man, you kind of got under my skin without me noticing,” she replied, kissing him.
A single tear could be seen running down Carl’s cheek, and Andrea took out a hankie and wiped it away.
”Please don’t cry Carl, you’ll only set me off too,” she said smiling.
He smiled back and kissed her once again, thinking how lucky he was this day.
Carl had arrangements to make so getting him self together, he began by telling Andrea his plans, and hoped that she would be a part of his adventure across America.
Andrea had already decided to go with him on this trip, for she couldn’t think of a single place she’d rather be. Four hours later they were boarding the first of many trains, which would take them across sixteen states.
Once inside their own personal cabin, it was as if this moment was inevitable for they both looked into each other’s eyes, just before holding in a passionate embrace.
Carl swept her off her feet, and then placed her on the small bed. Parting her hair from her face he kissed her tenderly on the lips, and slowly started to unbutton her blouse.
Her return kiss was of a passion she’d never felt before. Her entire body tingled to his touch as she became aware that her blouse had been undone. Carl kissed his way down her neck, and then kissed the mounds of flesh heaving over a small bra.
He then slipped his hands underneath, with a little help from Andrea who arched her back slightly to give him access. Finding the clip he skillfully unhooked the bra and felt the tension go out of the material.
Bringing his hands to the front he then removed her bra, revealing a gorgeous pair of voluptuous breasts. He kissed them both before touching them and nibbling the now erect nipples.
Andrea looked down the bed watching as Carl unzipped her skirt, whilst all the time kissing her soft skin. She’d fantasized about this moment, and so longed to feel her new love in a passionate embrace.
Standing off the bed Carl stooped down taking her skirt off and over her feet, he then looked down to see her cotton panties. Getting back onto the bed knees first, he kissed her stomach, and then placed two fingers into the rim of her panties. Andrea took a deep breath as she witnessed him removing them, and then rolled her tongue around her lips as he began to kiss her belly button and work his way down.
Carl reached her soft pubic hair and felt her shudder as he ran his fingers through it, and then he kissed her slightly open but very womanly wet lips. Andrea ran her hands through his hair, arching her back slightly as she felt his tongue dart into her sex.
He was like a man possessed at that moment, he so wanted to taste his new love. Her writhing on the bed urged him on as he licked, kissed and lapped at her juices with his tongue. Flicking her little bud was driving her crazy, and she knew she was going to climax.
Carl could also sense her impending orgasm, which only served to excite him more, for he then introduced a finger into his game wanting to take her over the edge with as much bliss as possible.
”Oh god Carl, I’m going to cum,” she shouted, her hands almost gripping his hair.
Carl could then taste his reward as she shuddered in a delightful way, before coming with all the passion she’d ever felt.
After a few minutes more Carl slowly kissed his way back up her stomach and breasts, until he reached her neck. Where upon he then straddled her delicate but beautiful body, and then pressed his own body closer.
Andrea could feel the hardness of his manhood resting on her inner thigh, and kissed him passionately expecting the inevitable. Carl made no attempt to rush the proceedings however, for he was quite content just to kiss this gorgeous flower of nature.
Their lips were almost entwined as they kissed, with Andrea feeling incredibly turned on by Carl’s hands running through her hair. Their tongues touched again and again, making Andrea moan softly at how well Carl kissed.
It was then that she felt his hardness probing her moist lips down below, and moaned out loud when he pushed firmly but slowly. Upon entering the gates of bliss, she closed her eyes tightly, feeling and marveling at every inch that penetrated her inner sanctum.
At first Carl moved very slowly, wanting to savor the moment for all time. Andrea gripped his back in an effort to draw him nearer than was humanly possible. Carl began to move faster, his manhood stabbing forward at a speed that made Andrea cry out with sheer joy.
Her hands grasped both his butt cheeks desperately trying to keep him from escaping, almost as if she needed the feel of his deep penetrating cock. Andrea had never been as wet as this in her entire life, the pleasure she was receiving from this encounter was almost too much to handle.
Carl could see how flushed in the cheeks she’d become, and slowed his pace to kiss and ask if she was alright. She kissed him back, almost in a way of thanks for being so considerate and whispered.