British Erotic Tales

by Ruby Cox

  “You can touch them if you like.”

  I didn’t need to say anything. I reached out slowly and lifted that lovely breast. I watched her expression as I squeezed her tit. She was warm, my hands were cold. Her breast was nice and firm, rather like a ripe peach. Always having been a man who went for more than a handful, I was entranced at being able to squeeze the whole thing in my hand. I marseaged her breast and then could no longer resist the urge to play with her nipples. I lightly pinched it in between squeezing her breast. Her nipple responded by firming up, but in an unusual way. It didn’t get hard—it got plump. Her nips stood at attention, I let it go and briefly stroked it through the material of her blouse. Her expression told me all I needed to know.

  Feeling bolder, I reached up with both hands and held both of her tits in my hands. I rubbed her nipples to attention and tugged on them as she responded. Not knowing what she liked, I kept my eyes on her face, and also on the nearby people. A couple emerged from the far side of the bar and I pulled Louise’s blouse together and withdrew my hands.

  She calmly buttoned the lowest button and then told me she needed to use the restroom. I nodded and waited. I put even money on her disappearing. I had already gotten way, way more out of this than I had bargained for.

  She returned a short time later. A man had taken a seat against the nearby wall. That definitely put a damper on any more flashing and groping. Or so I thought. Louise didn’t sit down but instead told me, “I think we should move over to the lounge.”

  I stood up and followed her lead. I expected her to take a seat with her back to the bar, but instead she sat with her back to the wall and I took the chair at the table. I moved it to the side and sat opposite her, table not in the way. She sat forward on the bench seat and moved her legs to either side of my knee. I leaned over toward her, “I’ve never done anything remotely like this.”

  She laughed a little. “It’s not like I am all that experienced. I always wonder, should I wear a bra, not wear a bra, do you wear panties, what colour, that kind of thing.” She held her blouse open and I took the invitation to resume tugging and twisting her lovely nipples. Every few tugs I marseaged her breast. She had guard duty now, so I just enjoyed playing with her tits. The look on her face gave me the impression she had sensitive nipples. Lucky for both of us. She leaned back and gave me a view of her crotch. No panties now.

  “Do you do this very often?” I asked.

  “Not often,” she said, “but sometimes when we are out of town we like to do this.” She told me a short story about a couple they had met on another trip. I got the impression they had messed around in the same room, but had not switched partners. I was wondering about her husband.

  “Do you tell your husband all about your adventures?”

  She grinned and nodded. “It gets us both off.” Or something like that, I really can’t remember. This whole time my heart had not quit pounding.

  “What do you like about it?” I asked.

  “It’s exciting,” she shivered for my benefit, “daring. It’s a fantasy.”

  She reached in her purse and pulled out the red panties. She pushed them into my hand. “Feel them, aren’t they nice?” They were lacy, and very sexy.

  She leaned forward again and I reached out for her tits. My left hand still on her breast and tugging at her right nipple, she took a hold of my right hand. She very deliberately placed my palm on her inner right thigh and then relaxed her grip. I had the impression she wanted me to venture further, and she was keeping her hand there for her own security. I didn’t want to go overboard, so I started stroking her thigh. A bit higher each time. Her legs were not smooth, as if she had shaved a few days ago (as in winter has recently set in). This told me the position of my hand was not in her original plan. That was a fleeting thought, however, as I moved toward her uncovered pussy. Her inner thighs were toned, her groin muscles taught and defined. I caressed her inner thigh as high as I could go without touching her pussy. “What do you want?” I asked.

  Her answer was to stroke the back of my hand. As I tentatively stroked the back of my hand up the length of her pussy, she suddenly grabbed my hand and pushed. I thought I had pushed to far and I withdrew at once, but she didn’t let go. “Someone was coming this way. But they’re gone now.” She let go of my hand and I continued my exploration. This time, as my hand reached her uncovered pussy I had my palm on her. I cupped her mons, feeling her plump pussy. I tried to picture what she looked like and settled on the ‘split peach’ visual. No protruding lips, just a plump pussy. She was wet, and I stroked her peach gently, a little more intently each time. A couple times she seized my hand, but each time she gave me a brief nod to continue when whoever it was disappeared.

  By now I could tell she was really wet. I was stroking between her lips with my middle finger, my other fingers marseaging her lips on either side and my other hand marseaging her enchanting nipples. I stroked her a bit more before deciding to go for it. Stroke after stroke I slowly insinuated my middle finger into her pussy. She was hot, wet, and ready for it. The look on her face told me I was doing fine. I slowly finger fucked her, alternately reaching as deep as I could and then stroking her lips and seeking out her clit. I gave it a careful caress and observed her reaction. She was watching me only a little, and occasionally flicking her tongue quickly across her lips in a very sexy move.

  She liked what I was doing, someone she had never met and someone who did not know her body. She shifted her weight, with my finger still inside her. I withdrew my finger and started working her with my index finger. A moment later it was wet and I continued to stare into her eyes as I pushed two fingers into her. Her eyes glazed slightly and she leaned forward, popping her nipple into my mouth. That plump little nub felt ten times better in my mouth than in my hands. I curved my fingers and strained to reach up into her and stroke her gspot as I sucked her nipple as far into my mouth as I could. I wiggled my fingers quickly and she hungrily sought my mouth with hers. I was taken aback but returned the kiss fervently.

  She broke the kiss, then exhaled strongly and grabbed my wrist. I stopped my stroking and slowly withdrew. “That was pretty wild.” I was hoping she had just climaxed, but I didn’t ask. There was some motion behind me, but I didn’t look. I kept my hand on her thigh.

  “Is there anyone still over there?”

  “That guy is still at the bar.”

  I looked over my shoulder. The guy stole a look in our direction and then looked back to the TV. I knew what he was doing. “He’s hoping for a show.”

  I stroked her thighs again and slowly moved toward her pussy. She was watching me, watching her. I quickly returned to fucking her with two fingers. My efforts were rewarded with another chance to suck on her nipples and another strong kiss as she seemed to cum again. She sat back and relaxed. “I could do you right here.” She smiled at me. I was still grinning. “I could just bend over the table and…”

  “That might be a little to risky I think.”

  “What we just did was pretty outrageous.”

  I nodded.

  “So what would you like to do? What did you expect this afternoon?”

  My hand was still on her thigh. I answered truthfully, “I was just hoping to see your tits.” I shrugged.

  She giggled. “Then I was to easy.”

  “Easy is good.”

  She pulled my hand back to her breast again. She knew how to negotiate. “I have some toys in our room. You could fuck me with them and I could,” she made a movement that told me a hand job could be in my future. “I don’t want to fuck anyone else, but I could take care of you.”

  “You want me to watch your husband fuck you?”

  She gave me a look that said I didn’t get it. “Not just that. I want you both to undress me, then I can take care of you.”

  “I could be interested in that.”

  “I need to go call my husband and see what he says. I’ll be right back.” She picked up her purse and stood up. A
s she walked by me she leaned over and said, “I’m worried about my skirt, I’m so wet. Does it show?” She turned her nice butt to me.

  “You’re fine, besides, the skirt is pretty dark.” She walked off in her ‘fuck me’ heels.

  While she was gone I found myself with a decision to make. I could get up and leave, with the memories I had. On the other hand, I could stick around, go upstairs with her, and have a really wild time—maybe. Several years ago, I met a girl at a party and couldn’t make up my mind on whether or not to ask her out. I went out to my car and then changed my mind and headed back in. My buddy met me at the door, “The old fight or flight eh?”

  I still hadn’t gone anywhere, and she returned after a couple minutes. She sat down across from me again. “What did he say?”

  “He said if I wanted to that he liked the idea. So what do you want to do?” She opened her blouse a bit, but not all the way.

  “I’d love to cum in your mouth.” She nodded.

  “So are you going to come with me?” I got up and followed her to the elevator.

  We didn’t say anything on the ride up to the eighth floor. I didn’t see anyone except the help as she tried several doors with her key before calling her husband and ending the search. She tried the key at that door as well and it still didn’t work. She looked sheepishly at me, her blouse nearly undone and her short skirt covering very little of her legs. She knocked on the door with the ubiquitous “shave and a haircut.”

  A moment later the door opened and she walked through. I paused, and a man, her husband I presumed, stood back so I could walk in. “Here we go,” I thought.

  “Hello,” I said to him.

  “Hi Enrico,” he said.

  I entered the room and dropped my bag. Louise walked up to the two of us, I on her right and her husband on her left. He was about my height, average build, with salt and pepper grey

  hair. Her husband (Lawrence) opened up her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. I figured the time of bashfulness was over by now. I reached out and tugged on one of her delectable nipples. She purred, and once again started doing the thing with her tongue and lips. “I love her nipples,” I said to Lawrence. I think he said he thought so to, but that was the only thing he said for some time. Louise reached under my shirt and tweaked my nipples. Her hands were very cold. Down at the bar I had apologised for my freezing hands, but it was damn cold there.

  “You two need to get undressed,” she said. Lawrence pulled dropped his pants, then stepped out of them and pulled down Louise’s skirt. I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and reached out for some more nipple.

  Louise unzipped my jeans and reached her hand down inside my underwear. I wasn’t quite hard yet, but she was working on fixing that. Meanwhile, Lawrence had shed his underwear and shirt and now stood there bare arseed as his wife stroked his cock and mine in tandem. I thought I would feel weird about being in the room with them, but I didn’t. I noticed his cock was about the same size as mine.

  I took off my jeans and underwear and continued to knead her tiny plump breast and its mesmerising nipple as she stroked our cocks. “I want to sit down,” she said, “let me get a towel.”

  The two of us stood there for a moment wordlessly while she got a towel from the bathroom. She pulled one of the room’s chairs from the desk and turned it toward the bed. She spread the towel out and then sat down. We took up our positions on either side of her and she continued to stroke our cocks. She turned toward me and leaned over, taking my cock in her mouth. She felt wonderful. She used her hand and her tongue to work me up to full attention. I pivoted the chair and lifted her left leg, placing it on the bed and spreading her legs open. She popped her mouth off of me and onto her husband’s cock as I slid a finger inside her.

  I quickly worked two fingers into her, slowly rubbing her wet pussy, then I had my fingers in her pussy, slowly fucking her. She pulled off her Lawrence’s cock and then he leaned down to suck a nipple. I joined him on her other nipple. I briefly fucked her faster and watched her darting tongue as a sign of approval.

  An hour of teasing in the bar, coupled with the wild scene in the room and her stroking and sucking, and I was getting close to popping a wad. She was stroking my cock with an ease of form and practice that only a long married woman would have perfected. I was in bliss.

  “You need to fuck her,” I told Lawrence. Louise didn’t need a second hint. She crawled onto the bed on all fours. She moved far enough on to the bed that Lawrence could get on the bed and kneel behind her. I could tell from his movements that he was feeling her pussy with one hand and guiding himself home. I knelt on the bed in front of her and she took me in her mouth at once.

  I reached under her and found I could easily reach her nipples. I had wondered if I was being to rough with them, but she hadn’t complained, despite telling me how sensitive they were. This time, I gave them no mercy. As Lawrence pounded her pussy I tugged her nipples firmly.

  “I bet her pussy feels great,” I said. I was rewarded for my compliment with an extra hard stroke of her tongue. She balanced herself on one hand, reaching back to frig clit while she continued to suck me. I was loving this and so were the two of them.

  Lawrence was panting up a storm, clearly building toward an orgasm. Louise briefly shuddered and clamped down on my cock with her mouth. Her hand left her pussy and returned to helping her mouth work me over.

  Lawrence suddenly stood straight up and seized his wife’s hips. “Oh yeah,” he grunted and continued to give Louise very sharp thrusts. She sighed heavily and sucked harder on me as Lawrence filled up her pussy with his cum. He gave her another several thrusts, then shuddered and withdrew from the field. He laid back on the bed and watched the TV. I found that odd, since it had been me I would have continued watching the show.

  Louise hadn’t let go of me and I was getting really close. I could easily have shot off in her mouth, but that would have been impolite without some warning. I grabbed her hand to slow her stroking. “You’ve got me really close,” I panted.

  “So soon?” she asked.

  I just smiled, “After all that time downstairs and now this? Hell yeah!”

  She grinned and then, without stopping her stroking, she changed position on the bed, coming to me. She laid on her side, perpendicular to me, and stroked me while rubbing my cock against her nipples and tits. I was in heaven, but this wasn’t quite what I had in mind. I shifted my weight forward and into her, and she rolled from her side to her back. I braced myself above her as she continued to stroke my cock. Still wet from her mouth, she rubbed the head of my cock around her nipples as she stroked me. Her plump nips felt great on my cock and I felt myself peaking. “I’m cumming,” I grunted, and looked down as she smiled and milked my cum into her mouth. She stroked me until she felt me stop pulsing, then gently let me go.

  I sat back on my haunches and watched her play with my cum in her mouth before she swallowed it all down.

  I sat there for a couple of minutes and then said, “That was pretty amazing.” Lawrence was still watching us. Now I was at the ‘morning after’ the one night stand stage. I really didn’t know what to do. If Louise had asked me for something else I’m sure I would have agreed. As it was, being a guy, I was done, and now there was nothing else. It wasn’t like I was going to go with them to dinner or something. I searched for something to say.

  “Will you ever want to do it again?” Louise asked, an odd tone to her voice.

  “Oh no, I wouldn’t say that. It’s going to take an hour to get the smile off my face.” Louise smiled back at me. “This was incredibly exciting. Thank you both for letting me enjoy this with you. It was nice to meet you both.”

  As I turned to the door to go, Louise and Lawrence both said “Good to meet you to, we had a great time.”

  I walked out the door, pulled it closed behind me, and chuckled to myself all the way back to my hotel. A day later and I still can’t believe I did that. So, if you ever have the chance to
meet someone for a ‘meet and flash’, do it. You just never know.

  Two pussies are better than one

  I had a fling with in my early 30's with a woman who I was glad tto introduce to several sex acts.

  After I had eater her out, she said she would love for me to eat her friend like that. One night she called me and asked if I was "up to it" and I said sure.

  As soon as I got off I went to the area of her friend’s house and met my friend. They didn’t want me to park there since the friend was married and her husband was out of town long distance lorry driver. My friend picked me up and took me to the house.

  When I kissed her, I could tell she had been drinking a bit. After we all had some wine my friend got up to take a shower. Her friend, we shall call April, got up to get me more wine and when she bent over in front me to pour it I saw she had nothing on under her long t-shirt. I kidded her and said she needed to be careful because I saw something that looked good.