My lusty male urges had not only been satisfied but indulged to the maximum, after entering into my no strings arrangement with Amy. In a week or so, I had ended an almost year long sexual fast in spectacular fashion. I had fucked her three times at my home and once in the bucolic Rutland countryside.
It was apparent that Amy did not hold sex with a very high priority in her life, but enjoyed the attention I was giving her. She confessed that she masturbated quite a lot but didn’t feel any the worse off for not dating. Our arrangement suited her. I put no demands on her as such and treated her with respect and kindness, as I would any woman. We had begun to enjoy each other’s company. When we had transformed from the platonic to the sexual, the polite cordiality had become somewhat stilted. This was more on her part, no doubt dealing with a little awkwardness, but she had warmed to her role as fuck buddy. What was most important to her I guess was trust and respect. I still visited the reserve café and gave her lifts home, when I visited on her days there. I was careful not to betray the slightest sign of our familiarity. Also, at her request, we didn’t date or go out for drinks etc. Apart from these few constraints, she was utterly compliant with my wants.
Our second week was a little unusual, in that I was forced to work away for three nights and then on my return, Amy had become indisposed with her girlie issues. We met two days before her flight out to the Canary Islands and she sucked me off, in my car as a farewell gift. So, for a week I returned to normality and masturbated most nights and resorted to my favourite Abby Winters DVDs for my pleasure. I was looking forward to Amy’s return and our night away.
I had booked a room in a posh hotel in Derbyshire. It was their best room and from the pictures on the internet, good value. It had a big double bed with brass knobs on the headboard. I did one or two botanical surveys after work and kept myself busy. I was still mentally chalking up the days till she came back. I thought I might get a text while she was there or at least to say she had landed. Still, it was her life and I had no right to expect any special courtesies. She was more than considerate in every other way but she wasn’t prone to sentimentality.
When I wasn’t working or studying flowers I was watching the Olympic Games. We were doing well and the super Saturday with Mo Farrah and the delectable Jess Ennis was surely one of the great sporting occasions. I was one of those who had been somewhat sceptical, not to say cynical about the Olympics, but by half way I had been won over. Coming as it did, in the wake of the Diamond Jubilee celebrations it felt good to be British. National pride is not something we wear on our sleeves as a rule, but the games rightly brought out a wave of bellicose patriotism. We forgot the huge national debt and the astronomical cost of the games, suspending reality for those two weeks, while we raked in the gold medals.
Amy returned on the Friday night, taking the Saturday to recover and I called round for her on the Sunday lunch time. She had a healthy complexion but had wisely refrained from too much sun bathing. She had put on a short, pink summer dress. Her bare arms and legs, a lovely shade of light bronze, made her look positively Mediterranean, especially with her long, dark hair.
“Good holiday then?”
“Yes amazing! The hotel was really good!”
“Hope you like the one we’re going to.”
“I’m sure it will be lovely. I got you this.”
Amy pulled out a little bag and handed me the object, which felt like some sort of ceramic model. I pulled out the little sculpted tree. I recognized it as one of Tenerife’s Dragon trees, famous for their blood red sap.
“Amy, that’s wonderful. Thank you!”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s perfect baby.”
I kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her thigh affectionately.
“I’ll put it on my mantelpiece. It’ll have pride of place.”
“Ah well, I’m glad I chose right.”
“OK, well you ready? Got everything?”
“Yes, it’s only one night. Got everything in one bag.”
Just before I started my engine, I pulled Amy closer and kissed her properly, sliding my hand up her skirt. Her pussy lips were very touchable and it was a delightful treat after a week of abstinence to be taking advantage of her again. I felt her breasts through her dress for good measure and started my car. I was soon questioning the wisdom of my concupiscent ways and was struggling to kill the erection I had. Amy didn’t help with her lovely perfume and my thoughts of all the goodies she had in store for our night away. Mercifully, the little town of Bakewell was only fifty miles and we were there by early afternoon. The hotel had a very loved feeling to it. It was three hundred years old, with a big grand father clock in the reception. The staircase had those squeaky steps from the centuries of wear.
The bedroom was bigger than I had expected and Amy was happy with it, which was the main thing. She looked sizzlingly hot in that little dress and I wasted no time in invading her privacy, playing with her bum cheeks while she filed her clothes away. I realised that Amy was far more available than any girlfriend. There might not have been the hands held over a candle lit supper or romantic walks by the river but as sex bunnies go, she was on tap. Some girls would have complained from having her goods pilfered as she went about a mundane task like putting tights in a drawer. Amy stood up and I gave her a very steamy kiss. Her tongue was willing and her hands busied themselves, undoing my trousers. I wanted her as much as the first time.
Amy sank to her knees and proceeded to suck my cock without me having to utter a word. It was normal for her to take her glasses off when we were in the bedroom, but she had left them on. It occurred to me that it would be very nice to come over her face and her spectacles.
To say Amy gave good head was the understatement of the century. Her tongue and lips were simultaneously stroking and gliding around my head, which was swollen like a beacon. I fucked her mouth gently at the same time. I stroked her hair as my balls were getting tighter and I could feel my load building up, my first for three days. I was going to give her one heck of a wad this time. She must have sensed I was close to coming and she sucked me harder. My legs went wobbly just before I came. I have this ability to hold back, increasing the intensity of my orgasm but even after two minutes, I was too far gone. I pulled out and wanked myself, with her tongue tickling my slit and I blasted her face with cum. It was a particularly messy ejaculation, if you get my drift. Thick ropes of spunk criss-crossed her face and drizzly bits went over her mouth and down her chin. Seeing her specs covered with jizz was a nice image!
“Ah! How long since you came?”
“Three days. I’ve been saving it up!”
“OK, yuck! It’s everywhere.”
“Hang on, I’ll get you a tissue.”
Amy had taken her glasses off and seemed none to pleased with the fact that it had gone all in the little recesses behind the frames and stormed off to the bathroom.
“I’m sure it’ll wash out, babe.”
“I suppose. I forgot I’d left them off.”
Amy laughed, so at least she wasn’t properly cross.
“I thought you had done it deliberately.”
“No. I prefer you to come in my mouth.”
“OK, well…ummm. Shall I get us a drink fetched up?”
“Yeah that’s a good idea, and some food.”
“OK baby, I’ll ring them.”
Amy pulled out her magazine and lay on the bed reading while I called for a bottle of white wine and some toasties.
“Shouldn’t be long Amy. Do you want me to give you a massage?”
“OK, a little one?”
“Do you want to take your dress off?”
Amy pulled her tiny dress over her head and returned to her former position, reposed on the bed, reading her Cosmopolitan or whatever. She had on the skimpiest pair of panties and matching white bra. My massage was quite perfunctory and I was more interested in her bubble ass. At least I kneaded her wonderful buttocks for a while, until my resolve snapped and I pulled her panties up and helped myself to her lovely ass. I had quite squarely eaten her tight little butt when there was a knock on the door. I told the guy to stick it on the room tariff.
“Grub up babe!”
“Yum! That smells amazing!”
Amy tore one of the ham and cheese toasties apart and blew on the filling, which was still steaming. The wine was just the vin au maison but it was just the job to wash down the food.
“This is actually really good,” I said.
“Hmmm… till tea time.”
“What do you want to do babe, for evening dinner?”
“What time is it now?”
“Half two.”
“Can we go for a Chinese?”
“Hmmm.. You don’t like Indian do you?”
“No.”
“Thai then, there’s a good one near by.”
“OK Mike. I’ll let you buy me a Thai meal.”
“Sure babe. OK, it’s a deal.”
“I can’t wait!”
“Amy you’re so fucking sexy. I want to fuck you.”
“Already, let me digest my food first.”
“Yeah your right. Hey, have you dyed your hair?”
“No. About two days ago, I did.”
“Did you. I thought it was dark brown and it’s coppery.”
“Oh you’re right, I forgot, I did rinse it. It’ll grow out.”
“I know, I like it though, it suits your tan.”
I lay on the bed, stroking Amy’s toned tummy. I tickled her belly button, gradually moving my hands up her body until I had her boobs in my hands. I lifted up her bra and her gorgeous breasts were just asking to be sucked. I kissed her nipples as my hand crept inside her panties. I had almost forgotten how wet Amy’s sweet little pussy gets after a week of no sex and my fingers were soon plunging knuckle deep into her lovely, wet pot of sex. She was hot down there too and my cock was hard.
I dragged her panties down as I straddled her body and we kissed passionately as I entered her. She wrapped her legs around my back as I banged her tight pussy. I kissed her face and her neck. I was ravenous for her body. I might have come forty five minutes earlier but I might have been a day, I was so hard. I know missionary is sometimes dismissed as dull but with her legs pinning me to her body and me biting her neck, I fucked her hard, so that she did a little yelp in response to each thrust. She seemed so delicate and sexy, her high pitched murmurs of pleasure turned me on as much as anything else.
“Oh Amy, you fucking sexy bitch!” I yelled as the sensations flooded through my loin area.
She was just ‘oh oh oh!’ As I fucked her sweet pussy.
“You sexy fucking slut! You like it don’t you, you little bitch!”
I kissed her face and her neck breathlessly, begging myself not to come yet. I was going to have to go in there with a condom sooner or later to finish the job properly, but I was happy to finish in her mouth while ever she was.
“Oh Mike! Yes! Oh.. Keep doing that, go deeper!”
Rather than that, I pulled out and turned her round, so I could finish her from behind. I pounded her pussy good and proper, until my balls were slapping against her. I could have so easily come inside her but pulled out after a happy minute or two when I called her all the names under the sun. Amy came big time, shrieking with pleasure as her orgasm rattled through her body. I think my dirty talk had turned her on. I pulled out and her girl cum was all over my shaft. I had battled against my orgasm and finished in her mouth, delivering another creamy load for her to swallow.
I kissed her immediately afterwards, not with any intention of snowballing my cum or anything, but just in passionate gratitude. We were both drained for a while. Amy went to sleep after a time and I lay on my back, stroking her belly. She looks so peaceful when she’s asleep.
We showered together a few hours later and I was sent to the guests lounge with my book while Amy got ready for dinner. She said she wanted it to be a surprise, particularly her under garments. The plan was to eat out the Thai restaurant, where I had booked a table for two and then come back for coffee and another rampant session before bed time. It would be the first time we had actually slept together in the original sense. So far, she had come to mine and I dropped her home.
The hotel lounge, was really just an extension of the bar and was open to non-residents. I meandered around the lobby and the lounge, inspecting the clocks, which were a feature of the hotel. There was also a plaque, proudly quoting the fact that Emily Bronte had once stayed there. I gave her an hour and then knocked on the door. She let me in. I stopped in my tracks. Her hair was blow dried and brushed, giving it extra body as well as its usual shine. Her dress was black, with a split up the side and a star-shaped arrangement of sequins on either side of her waist. She looked absolutely stunning. Her glasses gave her that extra something, akin to the sexy secretary. She did a little twirl, allowing me to admire that magnificent ass. I grabbed her butt with both hands making her do a little squeal. I was smart casual. I had put on my best dark olive corduroy trousers with a nice shirt and Gap jacket.
The restaurant was quite busy and we waited ten minutes and was shown to our table. There were mainly couples, mostly Amy’s age or a bit older and a small party. I had asked for a quiet table, which had caused the slight delay. I wondered if people would think we were a couple. We did get one or two odd looks. It didn’t bother me in the slightest but I didn’t want Amy to be uncomfortable. I’m not bad for my age, but I won’t fool myself - I’m forty six but might pass for forty two. I suppose there was something in our body language that said she wasn’t my daughter or niece. I had never taken my niece out for dinner and didn’t have any children, so there was nothing to go on. In all probability, no one gave a toss what we were doing, but one can’t help conjecture.
“You OK babe?”
“Yes, it’s a nice place. I hope they’ve got tiger prawns, do you like them?”
“I do. I’m sure they have them.”
We pondered the menu and ordered our food. We had one of those Thai platters to share, which always seem like good value.
“What will you do, when you leave uni?” I asked, between munches.
“I don’t know yet. I’d quite like to be a vet, but it’s another seven years studying.”
“Yeah, it’s a big commitment.”
“I might do a masters and then see.”
“Oh yeah. Is that two years?”
“Yes.”
“Where are your folks from?”
“Near Abingdon.”
“Oh, what county is that?”
“Oxfordshire.”
“Yeah, I always wondered what your accent was.”
“Do I have an accent?”
“A bit of a one. Your quite well spoken but the odd word. It reminds me of Pam Ayres sometimes.”
“Who?”
“Yeah I suppose you haven’t heard of her. She’s a poet. She was really famous when I was your age. You don’t see her now.”
“No, never heard of her.”
“This is tasty isn’t it!”
“Yes, good choice Mike.”
We had green and red Thai curry for main. I left most of the rice, because it’s so filling, but Amy scoffed the lot. She goes to the gym regularly and works off any fat she might have. I go every day except Sunday, so I wasn’t missing a session anyway. It becomes a bit addictive and the same can be said for Amy. Even with a regular girlfriend, there’s normally a month long honeymoon period, where you can’t keep your hands off each other. You can imagine how I felt with Amy after three weeks! We walked slowly back to the hotel. It was almost dark and had started to spit with rain when reached the hotel.
“Do you want anything from the bar babe?”
“No, I’m good. Let’s get some coffee.”
“OK. Good thinking.”
We walked up the winding staircase and I could barely take my eyes off her ass, which twitched in her black dress. I had been well behaved all night but by the time we reached the landing, I had the makings of a hard on. Amy looked totally ravishing in her dress. We kissed and my hands were all over Amy’s ass. It was so squeezable. My hard on was pressed into her and I slid my hands inside the split in her dress, lifting the silky material. Her stockings were very smooth and then my fingers found the soft flesh of her thighs, giving me a taster of what was to come. I helped her down with the zip and slipped off her dress, leaving her standing in her new lingerie. Her bra and panties were made of maroon satin. Her panties were exceptionally skimpy ones and the gusset had a little lace up bit at the front, made for easy access. She looked smoking hot and I mean smoking hot with her black stockings and suspenders!
“You’re amazing Amy. I’m so going to fuck you!”
“Nice to know the effort is appreciated.”
She sat on the bed, sipping her coffee, while I began to undress.
She was happy to suck me between sips of coffee, giving me an unbelievable hot blow job, which made me positively wince with intense, nob-burning pleasure. After a few gulps of coffee, I joined her on the bed, now naked and kissed her neck as I undid her bra. I slipped off the bed and knelt between her legs, so I could suckle her breasts and unlace her gusset at the same time. My cock was as hard as granite and she gave me another slow blow job until I couldn’t stand any more.
I suggested we got on the bed. I lay down first and asked her to crouch over me, so I could eat her pussy. She held my cock lightly, licking the end with a tantalizingly soft action, just keeping me on the edge. Her pussy was as hot and delicious as always. Sweet with just the right amount of girlie musk. She was profusely wet in no time and licking her out was just the best thing. She kept me hard with a slow hand job as I was eating her. I reached onto the bedside table and chucked her the little gold packet with the rubber inside. We had discussed on the way back that I wanted her to ride me and let me go all the way. This would be a first for us and she slipped it on effortlessly while I munched on her soaking wet sex.
My cock was standing to attention as she eased herself onto me. She took me in the reverse cowgirl position, which meant I could hold onto her hips and watch those ample ass cheeks squash up and down as she rocked back and forth. After a minute or two of fucking her in that way she turned round and I drove my cock into her pussy, as she pushed her tits into my face. Amy rode me slowly to begin with. For a few sensational minutes she ground her pussy into my dick, keeping me on the very edge of ecstasy. As I approached my climax I sucked her boobs, thrusting into her pussy. After that we kissed passionately, Amy moaning like a baby as I pounded her wet twat with everything I had. It was all or nothing now, I could feel myself about to explode but held back as long as I possibly could. My balls were going ‘slap slap slap’ on her ass as I fucked her.
Amy came massively - with the best orgasm yet and that made me come too. I growled my orgasm, my groin jerking and I kissed her neck as I lost my load. Amy collapsed onto me.
“Was that good babe?!”
“Oh yeah. I think it was the best yet!”
“You’re fantastic Amy.”
“Hmmm…. Good! I can still feel you throbbing inside me.”
I kissed her face and we lay together and cuddled for a while until we were sleepy.
It was an unequalled afternoon and evening of sex and delightful company. Amy was such a joy to be with. I consider myself fortunate for having met her to begin with and chuffed with myself for having the balls to ask her to be my fuck buddy to begin with. When I think how wrong it could have gone. The embarrassment of rejection, or worse! In a way it’s a testament to what a great person she is. I’m also lucky that she didn’t do me twice and ask for a top up! She knew she was on to a good thing with my two grand. She was the gift that just kept giving.
I woke up with the mother of all hard ons. I must have turned over at some point in the early hours and my cock was rubbing against Amy’s legs. I kissed her shoulder and fondled her breasts but didn’t go any further until I knew she was awake. I left Amy to wake up naturally but I can’t lie in unless there’s a good reason for it. There couldn’t be a better reason than Amy, but invading her while she was unconscious wasn’t my style. I read my book for an hour or so until she woke up. After a black coffee she was up and about and walked up to me, putting her hands on my shoulders. I held her arm and stoked it.
“You showered yet?” She asked.
“No babe.”
“You fancy joining me?”
I was out of that chair before you could say Jack Robinson. Amy was already naked and I slipped off my boxers and between us we fiddled with the controls in the shower. It wasn’t long before we got the temperature just right and I soaped up her body, by standing behind her and working the lather into her boobs. My cock seemed intent in rubbing against her pussy lips. Amy got the message and bent forward enough for me to enter her. I turned the pressure down on the water to a gentle sprinkle and fucked her hot morning pussy. She held her hands flat against the shower tiles as I fucked her pussy hard. Her arse looked fabulous with the moisture of the water making it slippery to hold onto.
I boned her so hard in that shower. I eased back for a time, so I could caress her soapy tits while I slipped my length in and out in an easy fashion. I came over her ass, rubbing the spunk around those peachy cheeks with my cock. And so ended our overnight stay in Derbyshire and our best sex yet.
I continued to see Amy twice a week, sometimes three. Nearly all our meetings were in my house and once or twice we would go for a drive and she would suck me off in her car. That was in the autumn. By November our regular sessions would be briefly lent extra spice by a third person joining us for a night. To find out about how that came about and the girl involved, you’ll have to wait for part five.