“Jeeze, that’s so sick. I don’t think they caught them but how did you get her out?”
“I’m not sure, I just looked at all the brambles and moved what I could with my hands and feet then shifted her slowly. Maybe if she had been sober she would have panicked and slashed her face, I don’t know. It really cut my fingers though, getting her out of there.”
He stroked her face with his fingertips and she took hold of his hand, nuzzling into it. The cloth of his shirt sleeve was thick, tailored and elegant.
“I got her out and into her room, then got her cleaned up. She was sick everywhere, all over me, the floor, the toilet. It was coming out both ends”
“I’m amazed you got her clean,” said Ricky. She kissed a finger-tip and she could feel his hardness in her back.
“I put her in the bath and rinsed her off. Washed her clothes, put her to bed.”
“What about your stuff?”
“My clothes? I washed them too, then put them in the oven to dry them off!” she said, giggling and squirming slightly.
“Ha, that’s such a great idea!” he said, grinning down at her. She slid up a bit so that her head rested on the arm of the sofa and his cock poked her lower back. She reached up to him and put her arm around his head. He looked into her eyes, breathed slowly then with infinite patience he lowered his mouth to hers and brushed her lips.
“We’re both kind of nice people then, right?” he asked. She nodded and kissed him again, gently, returning the emotion of their first kiss. He caressed her face, tracing his fingers over her lips, up to her ears then through her long, dark hair.
“They sent me a note last weekend to say thank you. They offered me a free cruise on one of their liners!”
“Wow, but then you saved their only daughter’s life. Can you imagine what that meant to them?”
“Yeah, I can now. They have loads of ships all round the world.” She kissed him again, not really wanting to engage in conversation.
“Any in Asia? That would be best value, I’d think.”
She looked up and smiled at him. “Want to look at the brochure? It’s upstairs.”
He nodded slowly, smiled back at her and kissed her lips. “Yes, that would be very interesting.” Holly took his hand, turned off the TV and lights then led him to her room where she turned on the little bedside light. Rob’s possessions were in a black rubbish bag in one corner and wouldn’t attract attention. She walked over to her desk and picked up the brochure. He stood behind her, his cock again poking her buttocks and she opened the booklet and looked at the first page. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck gently, breathing out warmth over her ear. She squeezed her buttocks together, feeling her wetness and was delighted that everything seemed to be in good working order.
His fingers slipped inside her blouse and across her stomach before he flicked a couple of buttons and pushed his hand back around to her side, warmth and tingles following his palm. The touch was exquisite, slow, loving and dedicated solely to her enjoyment. His fingers dipped towards the waistband of her skirt, signaling his intention and giving her the opportunity to pull his hand out and bring it to a stop. Instead she dropped the brochure, reached back behind her head and grabbed him, pushing out her breasts towards his hands and the window, removing any remaining obstruction.
The last couple of buttons popped undone and he leaned down to kiss her neck, his cock now harder, more insistent against her back as she pushed her buttocks against him. Her blouse slipped to the floor and he pushed her bra over her breasts, cupping them, groaning as he gently felt their elegance, firmness and the tight little nipples that had yet to meet his lips. Her skin was alive, shimmering in the heat and attention of his hands and from the effect of the lust that had developed continually since they had met. She sensed it too in him. It was not someone going through the motions, it was a man restraining himself, knowing the release that he craved but moving at a careful pace for both of them. He tweaked her nipples and she groaned loudly, realising that while the street wouldn’t hear any sounds they might indeed see a half-naked girl in the upstairs window. It thrilled her, a new level of public exposure like her fantasy but safe, controlled, her show for the world from her private bedroom. He cupped her breasts with more strength this time and her head arched back, exposing her throat to his lips. Her hands dropped from his head and round behind her to his waist, pulling him closer, signaling that she knew he was hard and that she wanted all he had.
Ricky kissed her shoulder and slowly turned her round to face him and away from the window. Her hands came up and wrapped around his neck as she pulled him to her, kissing his lips tenderly, as sweetly as he had done. She could taste his spaghetti and the meat sauce as it mingled with hers and the wine, the tea, their shared breaths. His cock pressed against her pubic bone, firm, unyielding, a constant reminder of what she was doing to him. She prayed that he lasted longer than Rob, long enough to give her just that one orgasm, her first with another human. She would settle for any shape or size of him just as long as she had come before he walked out the door. He grabbed her hair with a little more force and guided her to the bed, pushing her lightly but hard enough for it to feel like she was being thrown down when her feet flew up into the air. She giggled and reached out for him, her breasts firm, fixed on her chest and attracting his admiration. He knelt beside her and touched the gentle swell.
“You’re beautiful, Holly, so beautiful!” he said dreamily as he traced the contours up to her nipples. She pulled him down so that he lay alongside her and kissed him, delighted with the way his body molded against her own, how they fit together. She flicked his shirt buttons starting at the bottom then pushed it off his shoulders, leaving him to deal with the cuffs as she touched his chest, his muscles and felt the warmth of his skin. With the shirt on the floor he pulled her on top of him, their chests mashing together as they kissed and caressed, swaying slightly from side to side as the feeling of being together and of sharing the moment brought new excitement with each passing minute. With a hand on her back he turned her onto her side, then onto her back before kissing her lips, her neck and then down over her chest to her breasts.
“Oh yeah, Ricky, feels so good,” she whispered. It was a natural, an unrehearsed heart-felt comment, not something that was expected as it had been when Rob had been there. She made no comparisons however, content simply to make it a night to remember for both of them. He slowly sucked each nipple, using his lips but occasionally thrilling her with a little nip from his teeth. They were hard, just as they had been when he slipped her bra off over by the window, far harder than when she played with them herself. It felt like her breasts were directly connected to her pussy, sending signals of bliss down between her legs, priming it for what was going to happen. He kissed her stomach, then her navel and it was as he moved lower that she realised what he was going to do. She grabbed his head and squealed, totally unsure what to do. Nobody had ever kissed her between her legs or licked her there. He kissed her inner thigh, then a knee and she realised he had gone past, missing her pussy and she felt a sense of loss, an opportunity that may never return. He kissed her foot which made her giggle and watched with delight as her half-naked man unbuckled her black shoes and dropped them to the floor. His own joined them and he clambered back onto the bed, smiling down at her again.
He rubbed her stocking-clad feet and brought them both up against his groin so that she could again sense his hardness. She squeezed her breasts seductively and when she wriggled her toes against his trousers he looked up and down her body with what looked like absolute delight. He pulled her closer, sliding her down the bed a little way towards him, then pushed her feet towards her, opening her legs. He kissed her foot, then her knee and thigh, shifting towards her, higher and closer to his goal. He looked up at her, inquiring and she gave an almost imperceptible nod. He closed his eyes and kissed her inner thigh again, pushing her feet towards her stomach so that her legs bent and her skirt travelled
up towards her waist. Her black silky panties shone in the light from the bedside lamp, glistening from the material as well as the large wet patch which had started in the restaurant. He kissed the innermost skin of her thigh, then over the area of her pubic hair. She groaned, thrilled with the delicacy of his touch and the feeling of at last knowing what it felt like to have someone kiss her most private parts. She knew that she was now fully exposed and only her panties prevented him from licking her pussy.
Ricky’s left hand easily held both her ankles a few inches above her chest which not only opened her legs wide for him but raised her bottom off the bed a little to maximize his access. Her heart thumped as she watched and felt his hands drift along her thighs as he kissed the material covering her pussy. He was so close yet except for that one historic kiss over the area well above her clit he seemed intent on either avoiding the main attraction and subjecting her to the agony of a long wait. She massaged her breasts, pulling her nipples, pleased with the thought of touching herself like that with him watching. His fingers ran over her lips, either side of her opening, teasing. She pushed her buttocks up towards his hand, insistent as she groaned at the delicacy of his touch. Then a finger gently pushed under the material, sliding easily into the soaked area of her opening, touching the folds of skin and setting off a trembling in her stomach. He pulled the material a little, creating room for his thumb to explore, up and down her soaking pussy. Breathing hard she reached out and ran her fingers deep into his hair, pulling to indicate her need for him. His hands slipped out and caressed her thighs again, frustrating her so much so that she groaned almost in anger at the delay.
She grabbed her ankles, relieving him of that duty and pulled hard so that her feet almost touched her stomach. He moved to her side, pulled the back of her panties and slid them down a little way, teasing her but giving himself enough room to begin her journey to ecstasy.
Pulling the material to one side he used two fingers to tease either side of her opening, pushing the lips together from just below her clit down to her perineum. Slowly, using the juices that had spread all around her sex, he squeezed the lips against each other, closing her up and then letting her go, up and down, firmly, avoiding her clit as her thoughts drifted in to new playbooks, new fantasies and a new partner. He released her, shifted and licked along her outer lip, tasting her juices. She jerked from the contact that she had been praying for and gasped with pleasure, so totally unprepared for the sensation that seemed to rattle each of her limbs. There he was at last, his face inches from her sex, his tongue extended and seeking out the most sensitive area of her body. She pulled her feet closer to her breasts, intent on giving him as much room to keep doing that as she knew, with total certainty, that she would come if he did. She celebrated another swipe of his tongue up along the other lip, collecting her juices, then rejoiced as he took hold of the skin between his own lips, pulling gently, teasing her in the most unimaginable ways.
She was trembling already, moaning his name, pulling her feet as hard as she could. She felt him shift a little and then pull her panties up to her knees. She let go of her feet, threw the panties on the floor and grabbed hold again, opening herself as wide as possible to his mouth. His hand came up underneath her buttocks to support her as he closed his eyes and licked with an agonizingly slow pace from her vagina to just below her clit. A surge of absolute pleasure engulfed her with the stroke and she whimpered loudly as he repeated it, more quickly the second time and then regularly, up and down, lapping at her lips and gathering the pure, thick lubrication which now flowed from within her pussy.
He alternated his stimulation between long, luxurious licks to her pussy, short stabs inside her vagina and rapid flicks of his tongue over her clit. They each felt different, random, and the unpredictable nature of his loving kept her on edge, building on top of the trembling that rumbled deep inside her.
His hand grabbed her buttock and squeezed it tight as he continued to lick her, then his thumb slid across and over her anus, teasing, rubbing the tight little ring of muscle. Her head dug back into her pillow as she arched her back, groaning far louder than she had intended as the pure lust of his touch rattled her, shocked her then gained total acceptance as she regarded it happily as a wonderful new pleasure source. Ricky removed his thumb and slid his middle finger inside her pussy, slowly but deep enough to feel utterly amazing to her. The total intrusion, his dominance of her pussy and his control over her senses all conspired to build on her blossoming orgasm. He sawed his finger in and out of her, pumping her juices out and down over her anus with each stroke.
“Ricky!” she hissed. “Fuck, Ricky!”
He licked her one more time around the hood of her clit then pushed his tongue hard over the hood, spearing her clit with his warmth and wetness that she so dearly needed. He flicked at her, small rapid motions in time with his finger and she began to tremble uncontrollably. Her mouth opened but she could only groan as her eyes screwed shut and she gave in to whatever was about to happen.
“Ric ..” she gasped but it hit her with such force that she simply seemed to shut down and ride a wave of pleasure that was all consuming and had her wholly in its control. She shook violently on the bed as he continued to pump into her and run his tongue around her clit and then moved to concentrate on her vagina and little inner lips as his finger slid out of her. As the wave of pleasure washed over her he kissed her pussy again and without warning pushed his finger into her anus, sending her shooting back against the headboard, shrieking with a booster shot for her orgasm. She had no idea what she was saying but knew he was there, he’d taken her to a place that she could never have imagined and was blissfully happy to let him watch her ride it out. She let go of her feet and her legs slumped onto the bed, pushing Ricky out of the way. He kissed her stomach and slid up beside her, pulling her close as he kissed her forehead and then held her tight. She was still shaking, little orgasmic tremors shooting through her like a fever. He swung off the bed, pulled the duvet and sheets and arranged her so that they could get under the covers together. He hugged her again as she grabbed him, pulling him as close as possible in case he ran away. Reaching down between them she felt his cock, still rock hard. She sighed and let go as he kissed her lips and cuddled her closely, happy to feel their warmth and bask in the glow he had given her.
When her breathing and heart rate had returned to a manageable level she touched his chest, feeling the contours, warmth and muscles with her fingers. She realised that he still had his trousers on and sought out the belt with one hand while running her other hand through his thick hair. The belt came undone easily and she pushed the zip down, one step closer to his hard cock. He raised his hips and she pushed the trousers down then smiled as he fumbled beneath the sheets to bring them out. As they locked in a kiss again she slowly touched the skin of his chest, then down over his stomach, hips and finally, centered over his cock. It felt long, wide and again so very hard when she raked her fingers along it. He groaned and she slipped three fingers under the waistband of his underwear and found the object of her desire. If there was any comparison to be made she thought it simply felt harder than Rob’s but that was the only thing that occurred to her. Most importantly was that it was attached to Ricky and nobody else and it was hers for the night. She pushed his underwear down and he groaned again as her hand grazed over the top of his cock. She shuffled down the bed, kissing his chest as he caressed her back, kissing his navel, then the end of his cock as it pointed straight at her mouth.
With less than an inch in her mouth he groaned again, shifting slightly. She tasted him but it was a subtle, soothing taste of maybe a little sweat, soap and what she thought must be something like essence of man. He was spotlessly clean and she took another inch inside her mouth, realising that she was totally clueless about what to do. The video that Rob had given her was nothing more than quick, straight sex, no foreplay and to her dismay, nothing much after the man had groaned a few times at the end. All she knew was t
o suck slowly and don’t squeeze his balls. She then realised that one major difference was that his balls were smooth, hairless and youthful in their feel. She set up a slow, regular rhythm of sucking, up and down with a little swirl now and then until she also realised that while she may be totally inexperienced she actually loved the feel of him in her mouth and the way he moved when she sucked him. It was then that she felt his hand on her buttocks, squeezing her tight muscles and eventually, guiding her off his cock and over his body so that she straddled him.
“Is it safe?” he asked, touching her breast as she rested with his cock nestled along her pussy lips.
“Yeah,” she said quietly as she kissed his lips and moved back and forth, his foreskin peeling back and returning with each movement. He held her hips and lifted her gently as she positioned him between her lips, then sighed and smiled down at his lovely face. “Ricky,” she said as she gently lowered herself onto him. He filled her perfectly, deep but not painful, wide but not a concern but as hard as anything she could imagine. “Oh Ricky.” She had tried this position once before but had been pushed onto her back when it took too long. She raised her hips and lowered herself again, watching his smile of delight as he held her gently, helping her move up and down, sensing his length so that he stayed inside her. The feeling stabbed her again in her consciousness, the joy of their contact, the happiness of the day, their energy and his care and consideration all adding up to announce that orgasm number two was perfectly possible. She increased speed a little falling onto his cock with more force, groaning as his hands gently tweaked her nipples.
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