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26/07/2012
I must apologise for the layout of this. I've been working on it all week but time has gotten the best of me so it's going to be posted more like a brain dump. Since I needed to get this off my chest I've posted it in 1 go with no edditing or proof reading (and so I'm sure it's littered with spelling mistakes) and references to things that don't make full sense. Thank you for taking the time to read.
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This is going to be very tame by some standards so those looking for wank material (and lets be honest, I'm usually that guy when I'm here) can feel free to skip on to the next story. Alternatively, you may want to read this in partnership with my other post which is kinda the fantasy that starts where this true story ends.
First a little background with fake names for anominity. I'm Jake. I work in IT but despite definately being an 'IT person' I try to avoid the typical nerd thing. I look after myself, I play sports and I've never been to a LAN party ;) . I probably look like your typical rugby player at 6' and around 15 stone. Although I stopped playing rugby a few years ago when I became self employed, I still train regularly and can be found on the terraces every week singing and cheering my team. It was here that I met Sara. Sara, also a life long rugby fan, had met my sister while studying for her degree and took to popping over to say hi during games. Over the years she started splitting her time between her original group of friends and us and now watches the games almost uniquely with my crowd. I was immediately taken by Sara when I first met her. She's a lot younger than me (6 years I think) and was studying for her teaching degree. Now a fully fledged teacher she was the kind of girl that you knew all the boys at school had a crush on. She's petite with a really tight bum yet has a large chest. She's one of those people who's always smiling when you meet her, even if you know she's upset (that's one of the bad parts about Facebook. If someone posts online that they're upset yet in the flesh they're happy, should I broach it?) She'd often turn up to games wearing heals which would excentuate her legs and bum and which I'd developed a bad habbit of perving over at every opportunity. As time passed I started to think about her a lot and ended up imaging her in a rugby shirt, stockings, heels and nothing else but a smile (I'm aware I'm in danger of drifting between stalker and nerd again here so I'll wind it back in :) ) Lastly there's Clare. Clare and I have been together for over 2 years. Had I been asked last week how I felt about her I wouldn't have hesitated to say I love her and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Clare will be something of a forgotten character as I write this is is awful and I feel distgusting as I type it.
A little after I first met Sara I dropped out of a long term relationship. Coincidentally Sara was breaking up with her chap and so my sister tried to set us up. We'd share a few text messages and spent time chatting on MSN, but if I'm honest, it was really quite hard to hold down a conversation. We didn't really know each other very well and as much as I tried I just couldn't get interested in Holyoaks - I think it's an age thing :). Despite this, I was horny, I fancied her, she fancied me. The next time I saw her I was going to take her out for a drink and try to nail her. And then I found out she'd got back with her ex - she even ended up moving in with him. Again, in truth, other than being blue balled, I wasn't too concerned and in hindsight, I'm hugely relieved. The 'relationships' I ended up having around that time were all about rebound sex and Sara would have just been another notch on my bedpost. As it was, we ended up chatting at games, online and via text. We became good frieds. So as time passed I met a new girl, Clare. We got on really well and eventually ended up moving in together. Some time later Sara broke up wiith her boyfriend and moved back in with her parents.
And that brings us to today. Sara and I have known each other for a number of years, progressively becoming closer. I still fancy her, I'm pretty sure she facnies me, but we don't do anything about it (besides the odd lechorous look as alluded to above.) I've tried to be there for her as she's had some rough stuff happen to her over the last 12 months.
A few days ago we went to the big local derby. The game was played just far enough away from where Sara lives that it makes sense for her and a friend to share a hotel room. I was at the game with family and friends but had made sure Sara knew where we were so that we could all meet up. For those that don't know, rugby has a huge drinking culture and we were all very drunk. We lost the game but still had a great time and so all decided to carry on drinking at the local pubs. People started to drift off and before I knew it there was just Sara, myself and her friend left standing. A few more shots and her friend was ready to head back to the hotel. We walked her back set off back out for 'just one more drink.' It was only as we got back into town and found everywhere closed that we started to realise just how late and just how drunk we were. We started walking back to the hotel again, chatting about the stuff that seems funny and important when you're drunk. As we got back to the room, the world still needed putting to rights and so we ended up sat in the hallway, again talking about stuff that I now can't recall.
We were both leaning into one another - hugging but platonically. I couldn't tell you how it happened but we ended up talking about our relationship. Although I can't remember how we got on the subject, I remember distinctly what I said: "The timing's never quite worked out with you and me did it?" I'd meant that as a friendly "I really care for you" comment but I then realised that I was admitting I had feelings for her and that had we both ended up single at the same time rather than overlapping that I'd have liked to be with her. My drunken mind tried to find a way out of this but I was just admitting more feelings for her, and now she was admitting similar feelings for me. There was an awkward moment where we both looked and felt embarassed. We both agreed that we were friends, I wasn't single, it suddenly dawned on me that the way we were hugging was anything but platonic.... and then we were kissing. It was passionate, it was horny, it was tender. It was everything I always thought it would be - and then I realised I'd thought about this before. I'm a highly sexed guy and I fantasise and masturbate a lot. Very occasionaly I fantasis about people I know and it suddenly occured to me that when I'd fantasised about Sara I only ever got as far as our first kiss in a night club - none of the x-rated situations other girls got to 'enjoy'.
Sara felt horribly guilty - her and Clare had always got on. I assured her that this had been my fault, my problem to sort and that I really should leave before we did something that we couldn't undo. Only then did I realise that when my family left us earlier, they took my bag "to prevent me losing it" and with it took my house keys. Suddenly I was stranded, head swimming with emotions, not least that I was really turned on and the only option I had was to ask the object of my lust if I could share her room with her and her friend. We both had our reservations but what could we do?
As we lay down on her single bed, fully clothed and trying to find some space between us, we couldn't do it. Our hands were all over each other. Again, this wasn't just lust, although there was plenty of that. We seemed to switch between soft and tender and animal groaping, intersperced with moments of " we can't do this, let's try to sleep." On a few occasions I thought we'd woken her friend who was just a few feet away from us. In the end Sara insisted that I sleep on the floor. Despite my protestations that I could behave, she was right, I would have spent all night running my hands over her. So to the floor I went with just a pillow and the edges of Sara's quilt which she kept pushing toward me. But this didn't end the night. Our hands still found ways to torment each other. At one point Sara got up to look out of the window and as she came back she stepped over me. My hands shot up instinctively to caress her legs which caused her to stumble and end up sat straddling me. I was really hard and I knew she'd be able to feel it through my jeans and her PJ bottoms. Sure enough she rocked herself against my cock a few times as my hands snaked up her top and cupped her breasts. "The's not going to help" she said through deep breaths as she climbed back on to the bed. Her will to behave was much stronger than mine at this point - I wanted her - I'd deal with the consequences later. I kept hold of her hand and as I sat up to get close enough to kiss her, I made no effort to release her hand which was now resting on and sqeezing my dick. With our lips locked, I unbuckled my belt and her hand immediately dipped into my jeans and started to stroke me - slowly and gently, holding it with just the right amount of grip. One of my hands was helping prop Sara up but the other teased to enter her PJ bottoms. I felt no resistance, indeed she openned her legs to invite me. In my hand went, threw her pubes. I remember thinking that there were only a few hairs that felt like they were often trimmed but had recently grown out. I took this to confirm that like I, she'd come out tonight as friends and was just as caught out by this whole experience as I was. My index and middle fingers and rested either side of her clit as she exhaled - her upper body relax whilst her lower body tensed. My fingers were circling her clit, occasionally dipping into her pussy - and wow her pussy was wet. Despite this it felt really tight. I'm about average sized below although I am very thick. I remember thinking that it was going to be a really tight squeeze and that it was going to feel superb.
Sara's friend stired again and this time jerked and kicked out a little, catching Sara. This startled us both and Sara pushed me away again. I couldn't resist licking my fingers. Going down on a girl is one of my favourite things to do - I'd do it all night if the girl would let me. I love the taste, the smells, the reaction.... there's nothing sexier. My hands were covered in her juices despite having only been inside her for a few moments - she tasted sweet. We sat there whispering to one another, horny and frustrated. I tried to encourage her to play with herself but she felt uncomfortable so close to her friend. "I really want you" she said looking me straight in the eye. She repeated this a few times and then with another deep breath, this time stealing herself "you should go get another room. Go downstairs and buy another room for the night. Text me the number and Ill come and meet you there". Through the gloom of the room I could see that her eyes were wide like saucers. She had an intensity in her face I'd never seen before. We were both drunk, we were both horny, but I read something stronger in her tone and stance. I paused a moment then she repeated "I REALLY want you".
We both walked to the door and kissed outside of it. Now in the semi lit corridor I was reminded how how pretty and sexy she was. Her hair was ruffled, her eyes wide. She's a lot shorter than me and had to tip toe to kiss me.I set off downstairs to get another room.
At this point the story deaviates between what actually happened and what I've fanatsised about since that night. If you've ever seen the film 'sliding doors' you'll understand my motivation for how I write this - little things can drastically change the course of your life and in this case, mine hinged on whether the hotel had a spare room which they'd sell to me in the middle of the night. I'll continue with the truth here and post the fantasy .
The receptionist checked the computer but the hotel was fully occupied. I returned to the room and was let back in by Sara. We returned to our original position, me on the floor with her on the bed and stroked each other at a distance. I don't think either of us got any real sleep as each time I openned my eyes Sara would be looking at me from above. As the sun came up we decided to go for a walk where we talked about what had happened. For my part I was torn between wishing we'd been able to do more and being releived that we hadn't (in truth, I still feel like that now.) We parted ways with a hug and have been in almost constant contact since. We've exchanged flirty txts, 'clear the air' txts, we've schronised reading of 50 shades of grey. In the same time I've tried to make things up to Clare but I constantly catch myself acting distant to her. The two of us are going on holiday in a few days so I'm hoping the time away will help me repair the damage I've done to our relationship. At the same time I feel horrible for what I've done to Sara. I'm certain we'll remain friends, in fact I hope this will bring us closer. I know I've hurt her even if she isn't saying as such. I know she has serious feelings for me and what's worse is that I feel the same for her too. I kinda wish that my relationship with Clare wasn't any good and wasn't worth working to repair, but it is. I wish I was the kind of person who could shag around with inpunity but again, I'm not.
if you've read all of this then I hope you've taken something from it. It hasn't turned out to be the wanking fodder that I originally intended but it's given me the opportunity to get some stuff off my chest.
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This follows on and is a pure act of fiction and my fantasy
The receptionist passed the key and I set off upstairs with my stomache churning. I'm not going to pretend that I've never cheated in my past relationships but it's not something I do as a routine but I would challenge anyone to resist Sara. For her part, she had none of the self conidence that someone who looks like her and has her personality should.
I entered the room and txt her the room number. I took the chance to nip to the loo and wash my face in the sink. There was a quiet knock at the door. My stomache jumped again. I wondered what was about to happen, would we be embarassed, would we be compatible. I needn't have worried as I openned the door and our eyes immediately met. A split seconds pause and then she rushed toward me and pushed herself into my arms. The door closed behind us as my hands explored her body, not a hint of romance as I clawed at her arse cheeks and squeezed her breast. I pushed her against the wall and pushed my tongue into her mouth, she pulled at my shirt and threw it away. I yanked off her shirt and cupped her boobs - they were even bigger and heavier than I imagined. My mouth snaked down her neck, around her ears her colar bone and on to her nipples. I nibbled, licked and sucked while she moaned and clawed at my cock through my jeans. I came back up to kiss her again but she took that opporunity to slip my grip and drop to her knees between me and the wall. Immediately she started work on my belt and before I knew it she had my dick in her hand. She paused a moment to look up at me. We locked eyes as she took me into her mouth - god that felt good. She held me that for a few moments before closing her eyes and starting to move up and down my length. Her mouth was warm and really wet, her tongue would snake around my head when I was almost out of her mouth then run down my shaft as she took me in again. The pace had been frantic up to this point and she made this feel no less urgent but she was moving at a much more controlled speed. She held the rythem so well that she looked like a porn star - but she was the sweetest looking girl I'd ever seen. I had to resist the urge to fuck her mouth as the back of her head would have hit the wall.
I could feel the first stirings of an orgasm but I wanted this to last a long time so I pulled waya a little and helped her up, continueing the motion so that I was lifting her and her legs wrapped around my waist, her chest pushed against mine as we kissed again. I turned us around and placed her on the bed before removing her PJ bottoms. Now fully naked beneth me I finally got to see all of her body. I took a moment before joining her on the bed between her legs. I kissed my way up the inside of her left thigh and at the last moment dodged her pussy and began working my way down the other leg. She let out an almost giggly, breathless "you tease". I worked my way back up her right thigh, this time getting my tongue right up to the edge of her lips but again avoided the area where she wanted me and instead nibbled and kissed the base of her stomache and pubic zone. Her hips lunged up as she tried to make contact between her clit and my tongue. As I dodged, her hands moved down and she tried to play herself but I pushed them away. Her hands rested on my head with her fingers running through my hair and she tried to stear my lower. This time I let her take a little control and allowed myself to be placed just above her pussy, but then stayed there, making sure my breath would be felt on her lips which were swollen and putruding. Her juices were starting to escape her and drip between her bum cheeks. Finally i let out my tongue and ran it across the right inner lip but then pulled away again quickly. She convulsed and I swear she squeezed out even more wetness. A few more seconds of teasing before I run my tongue up the other lip but this time I stay on her and wrap my mouth around her clit, gently caressing her clit through the covering skin. Her hands clenched at the back of my head, her body stiffened and she let out a yelp that sounds almost painful rather than pleasure. I wondered if I'd done too much, too quick but she soon started rocking her hips against my mouth at which point her yelps switched to moans. I worked my tongue against her, mostly on her clit but occasionally drifting up and down her lips, sometimes testing the area just between her pussy and ass. Each time my tongue left her clit I'd replace it with my fingers, gently massaging her own wetness back into her skin. I was listening intently to her noises and feeling her hands on my, trying to work out what she liked and where felt good for her. "oh god" she murmered as she arched her back up and curled her knees, but I tried to bring her back down away from the edge before repeating the process and building her up again. After four or five cycles I deicded I'd teased her enough and started to press a finger insider her. I couldn't get over how easily I slipped inside her despite her hole being agonisingley tight, such was her wetness and how flexible her skin had become. I insert a second finger and rest then both upwards against her G-spot. I'm met by a flood of juices so I know she likes this. Gently I rub the spot and lick her clit, building her up until she can take it no more. She moans loudly as the feelings in her pussy shoot up her spine causing every muscle to tense, then start to spread outward in a warm glow that seams to radiate from inside. I her her like this as long as I can, my tongue mostly resting on her clit and my fingers gentle teasing the inner walls of her hole - trying to keep the sensation going without causing it to become too sensitive. It seems to be working as this goes on for what seems ages but was probably 20-30 seconds. As the last spasm exits her body, she raises her hands to her head "oh my god...my heads spinning, I can't move" she breaths through a big smile. I pull myself up along side her, my fingers gently running up and down her belly and chest, "You ok" I ask, feeling more than a little smug. She giggles "errr yeah! Now I want to fuck you".
Her language caught me out a little but then her hand was gripping my cock tightly as it twitched viloently in her hand. She raised herself up a little to kiss me then climbed above me, straddling waist and held the cock on the edge of her hole, starring me straight in the eye, still biting her lip. My hands rested on her legs and applied a little downward pressure which she didn't resist as she lowered herself on to me and swallowed my cock in a single motion. Now sat as low as she could, she shook and ground herself against my crotch. She was much tighter than I was used to yet just like my finger earlier, I'd slid in with almost no resistance - and god did it feel good, even better than I'd imagined. "god that's big" she said almost subconciously. As I said above, I'm pretty average in length but probably a bit larger than most in girth, regardless, I could have had a 2" dick and would have felt like the captain of the team at that moment. As she started to move up and down, she placed her hands on my chest for support which allowed me to read up and play with her tits. Her juices were starting to make my balls wet which I encouraged by spreading her arse cheeks and running my fingers between her legs and spreading it upward, being sure to gently run my fingers across her arse hole in the process. My hands would move all over her body as she pleasured us both. Again, she started to sound like she was building toward an orgasm so I lifted her a little then positioned myself behind her and began to fuck her doggy style. She buried her head in the pillows to stifle her screams. I used her hips to pull her toward me and fucked her hard. "I'm gonna cum" she shouted, I was getting close myself but I wasn't wearing a condom (silly I know) and I had no idea if she was on the pill. As I ran these things through my head she started to cum underneath me and so the problem was avoided.
As she came down from her high we both slumped down on to the bed with me spooning her. "you didn't cum" she said, sounding disapointed. "I erm... I wasn't sure if I could". She seemed disapointed but she snuggled herself back into me. I squeezed her then kissed the back of her neck, then we both started to snooze.
So I was intending to continue this story but I'm going away for a few weeks and I wanted to post it before I left. Appologies for the lack of proof reading and the inevitable typos and poor english that come from that. Still, I hope you enjoyed it
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This is going to be very tame by some standards so those looking for wank material (and lets be honest, I'm usually that guy when I'm here) can feel free to skip on to the next story. Alternatively, you may want to read this in partnership with my other post which is kinda the fantasy that starts where this true story ends.
First a little background with fake names for anominity. I'm Jake. I work in IT but despite definately being an 'IT person' I try to avoid the typical nerd thing. I look after myself, I play sports and I've never been to a LAN party ;) . I probably look like your typical rugby player at 6' and around 15 stone. Although I stopped playing rugby a few years ago when I became self employed, I still train regularly and can be found on the terraces every week singing and cheering my team. It was here that I met Sara. Sara, also a life long rugby fan, had met my sister while studying for her degree and took to popping over to say hi during games. Over the years she started splitting her time between her original group of friends and us and now watches the games almost uniquely with my crowd. I was immediately taken by Sara when I first met her. She's a lot younger than me (6 years I think) and was studying for her teaching degree. Now a fully fledged teacher she was the kind of girl that you knew all the boys at school had a crush on. She's petite with a really tight bum yet has a large chest. She's one of those people who's always smiling when you meet her, even if you know she's upset (that's one of the bad parts about Facebook. If someone posts online that they're upset yet in the flesh they're happy, should I broach it?) She'd often turn up to games wearing heals which would excentuate her legs and bum and which I'd developed a bad habbit of perving over at every opportunity. As time passed I started to think about her a lot and ended up imaging her in a rugby shirt, stockings, heels and nothing else but a smile (I'm aware I'm in danger of drifting between stalker and nerd again here so I'll wind it back in :) ) Lastly there's Clare. Clare and I have been together for over 2 years. Had I been asked last week how I felt about her I wouldn't have hesitated to say I love her and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Clare will be something of a forgotten character as I write this is is awful and I feel distgusting as I type it.
A little after I first met Sara I dropped out of a long term relationship. Coincidentally Sara was breaking up with her chap and so my sister tried to set us up. We'd share a few text messages and spent time chatting on MSN, but if I'm honest, it was really quite hard to hold down a conversation. We didn't really know each other very well and as much as I tried I just couldn't get interested in Holyoaks - I think it's an age thing :). Despite this, I was horny, I fancied her, she fancied me. The next time I saw her I was going to take her out for a drink and try to nail her. And then I found out she'd got back with her ex - she even ended up moving in with him. Again, in truth, other than being blue balled, I wasn't too concerned and in hindsight, I'm hugely relieved. The 'relationships' I ended up having around that time were all about rebound sex and Sara would have just been another notch on my bedpost. As it was, we ended up chatting at games, online and via text. We became good frieds. So as time passed I met a new girl, Clare. We got on really well and eventually ended up moving in together. Some time later Sara broke up wiith her boyfriend and moved back in with her parents.
And that brings us to today. Sara and I have known each other for a number of years, progressively becoming closer. I still fancy her, I'm pretty sure she facnies me, but we don't do anything about it (besides the odd lechorous look as alluded to above.) I've tried to be there for her as she's had some rough stuff happen to her over the last 12 months.
A few days ago we went to the big local derby. The game was played just far enough away from where Sara lives that it makes sense for her and a friend to share a hotel room. I was at the game with family and friends but had made sure Sara knew where we were so that we could all meet up. For those that don't know, rugby has a huge drinking culture and we were all very drunk. We lost the game but still had a great time and so all decided to carry on drinking at the local pubs. People started to drift off and before I knew it there was just Sara, myself and her friend left standing. A few more shots and her friend was ready to head back to the hotel. We walked her back set off back out for 'just one more drink.' It was only as we got back into town and found everywhere closed that we started to realise just how late and just how drunk we were. We started walking back to the hotel again, chatting about the stuff that seems funny and important when you're drunk. As we got back to the room, the world still needed putting to rights and so we ended up sat in the hallway, again talking about stuff that I now can't recall.
We were both leaning into one another - hugging but platonically. I couldn't tell you how it happened but we ended up talking about our relationship. Although I can't remember how we got on the subject, I remember distinctly what I said: "The timing's never quite worked out with you and me did it?" I'd meant that as a friendly "I really care for you" comment but I then realised that I was admitting I had feelings for her and that had we both ended up single at the same time rather than overlapping that I'd have liked to be with her. My drunken mind tried to find a way out of this but I was just admitting more feelings for her, and now she was admitting similar feelings for me. There was an awkward moment where we both looked and felt embarassed. We both agreed that we were friends, I wasn't single, it suddenly dawned on me that the way we were hugging was anything but platonic.... and then we were kissing. It was passionate, it was horny, it was tender. It was everything I always thought it would be - and then I realised I'd thought about this before. I'm a highly sexed guy and I fantasise and masturbate a lot. Very occasionaly I fantasis about people I know and it suddenly occured to me that when I'd fantasised about Sara I only ever got as far as our first kiss in a night club - none of the x-rated situations other girls got to 'enjoy'.
Sara felt horribly guilty - her and Clare had always got on. I assured her that this had been my fault, my problem to sort and that I really should leave before we did something that we couldn't undo. Only then did I realise that when my family left us earlier, they took my bag "to prevent me losing it" and with it took my house keys. Suddenly I was stranded, head swimming with emotions, not least that I was really turned on and the only option I had was to ask the object of my lust if I could share her room with her and her friend. We both had our reservations but what could we do?
As we lay down on her single bed, fully clothed and trying to find some space between us, we couldn't do it. Our hands were all over each other. Again, this wasn't just lust, although there was plenty of that. We seemed to switch between soft and tender and animal groaping, intersperced with moments of " we can't do this, let's try to sleep." On a few occasions I thought we'd woken her friend who was just a few feet away from us. In the end Sara insisted that I sleep on the floor. Despite my protestations that I could behave, she was right, I would have spent all night running my hands over her. So to the floor I went with just a pillow and the edges of Sara's quilt which she kept pushing toward me. But this didn't end the night. Our hands still found ways to torment each other. At one point Sara got up to look out of the window and as she came back she stepped over me. My hands shot up instinctively to caress her legs which caused her to stumble and end up sat straddling me. I was really hard and I knew she'd be able to feel it through my jeans and her PJ bottoms. Sure enough she rocked herself against my cock a few times as my hands snaked up her top and cupped her breasts. "The's not going to help" she said through deep breaths as she climbed back on to the bed. Her will to behave was much stronger than mine at this point - I wanted her - I'd deal with the consequences later. I kept hold of her hand and as I sat up to get close enough to kiss her, I made no effort to release her hand which was now resting on and sqeezing my dick. With our lips locked, I unbuckled my belt and her hand immediately dipped into my jeans and started to stroke me - slowly and gently, holding it with just the right amount of grip. One of my hands was helping prop Sara up but the other teased to enter her PJ bottoms. I felt no resistance, indeed she openned her legs to invite me. In my hand went, threw her pubes. I remember thinking that there were only a few hairs that felt like they were often trimmed but had recently grown out. I took this to confirm that like I, she'd come out tonight as friends and was just as caught out by this whole experience as I was. My index and middle fingers and rested either side of her clit as she exhaled - her upper body relax whilst her lower body tensed. My fingers were circling her clit, occasionally dipping into her pussy - and wow her pussy was wet. Despite this it felt really tight. I'm about average sized below although I am very thick. I remember thinking that it was going to be a really tight squeeze and that it was going to feel superb.
Sara's friend stired again and this time jerked and kicked out a little, catching Sara. This startled us both and Sara pushed me away again. I couldn't resist licking my fingers. Going down on a girl is one of my favourite things to do - I'd do it all night if the girl would let me. I love the taste, the smells, the reaction.... there's nothing sexier. My hands were covered in her juices despite having only been inside her for a few moments - she tasted sweet. We sat there whispering to one another, horny and frustrated. I tried to encourage her to play with herself but she felt uncomfortable so close to her friend. "I really want you" she said looking me straight in the eye. She repeated this a few times and then with another deep breath, this time stealing herself "you should go get another room. Go downstairs and buy another room for the night. Text me the number and Ill come and meet you there". Through the gloom of the room I could see that her eyes were wide like saucers. She had an intensity in her face I'd never seen before. We were both drunk, we were both horny, but I read something stronger in her tone and stance. I paused a moment then she repeated "I REALLY want you".
We both walked to the door and kissed outside of it. Now in the semi lit corridor I was reminded how how pretty and sexy she was. Her hair was ruffled, her eyes wide. She's a lot shorter than me and had to tip toe to kiss me.I set off downstairs to get another room.
At this point the story deaviates between what actually happened and what I've fanatsised about since that night. If you've ever seen the film 'sliding doors' you'll understand my motivation for how I write this - little things can drastically change the course of your life and in this case, mine hinged on whether the hotel had a spare room which they'd sell to me in the middle of the night. I'll continue with the truth here and post the fantasy .
The receptionist checked the computer but the hotel was fully occupied. I returned to the room and was let back in by Sara. We returned to our original position, me on the floor with her on the bed and stroked each other at a distance. I don't think either of us got any real sleep as each time I openned my eyes Sara would be looking at me from above. As the sun came up we decided to go for a walk where we talked about what had happened. For my part I was torn between wishing we'd been able to do more and being releived that we hadn't (in truth, I still feel like that now.) We parted ways with a hug and have been in almost constant contact since. We've exchanged flirty txts, 'clear the air' txts, we've schronised reading of 50 shades of grey. In the same time I've tried to make things up to Clare but I constantly catch myself acting distant to her. The two of us are going on holiday in a few days so I'm hoping the time away will help me repair the damage I've done to our relationship. At the same time I feel horrible for what I've done to Sara. I'm certain we'll remain friends, in fact I hope this will bring us closer. I know I've hurt her even if she isn't saying as such. I know she has serious feelings for me and what's worse is that I feel the same for her too. I kinda wish that my relationship with Clare wasn't any good and wasn't worth working to repair, but it is. I wish I was the kind of person who could shag around with inpunity but again, I'm not.
if you've read all of this then I hope you've taken something from it. It hasn't turned out to be the wanking fodder that I originally intended but it's given me the opportunity to get some stuff off my chest.
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This follows on and is a pure act of fiction and my fantasy
The receptionist passed the key and I set off upstairs with my stomache churning. I'm not going to pretend that I've never cheated in my past relationships but it's not something I do as a routine but I would challenge anyone to resist Sara. For her part, she had none of the self conidence that someone who looks like her and has her personality should.
I entered the room and txt her the room number. I took the chance to nip to the loo and wash my face in the sink. There was a quiet knock at the door. My stomache jumped again. I wondered what was about to happen, would we be embarassed, would we be compatible. I needn't have worried as I openned the door and our eyes immediately met. A split seconds pause and then she rushed toward me and pushed herself into my arms. The door closed behind us as my hands explored her body, not a hint of romance as I clawed at her arse cheeks and squeezed her breast. I pushed her against the wall and pushed my tongue into her mouth, she pulled at my shirt and threw it away. I yanked off her shirt and cupped her boobs - they were even bigger and heavier than I imagined. My mouth snaked down her neck, around her ears her colar bone and on to her nipples. I nibbled, licked and sucked while she moaned and clawed at my cock through my jeans. I came back up to kiss her again but she took that opporunity to slip my grip and drop to her knees between me and the wall. Immediately she started work on my belt and before I knew it she had my dick in her hand. She paused a moment to look up at me. We locked eyes as she took me into her mouth - god that felt good. She held me that for a few moments before closing her eyes and starting to move up and down my length. Her mouth was warm and really wet, her tongue would snake around my head when I was almost out of her mouth then run down my shaft as she took me in again. The pace had been frantic up to this point and she made this feel no less urgent but she was moving at a much more controlled speed. She held the rythem so well that she looked like a porn star - but she was the sweetest looking girl I'd ever seen. I had to resist the urge to fuck her mouth as the back of her head would have hit the wall.
I could feel the first stirings of an orgasm but I wanted this to last a long time so I pulled waya a little and helped her up, continueing the motion so that I was lifting her and her legs wrapped around my waist, her chest pushed against mine as we kissed again. I turned us around and placed her on the bed before removing her PJ bottoms. Now fully naked beneth me I finally got to see all of her body. I took a moment before joining her on the bed between her legs. I kissed my way up the inside of her left thigh and at the last moment dodged her pussy and began working my way down the other leg. She let out an almost giggly, breathless "you tease". I worked my way back up her right thigh, this time getting my tongue right up to the edge of her lips but again avoided the area where she wanted me and instead nibbled and kissed the base of her stomache and pubic zone. Her hips lunged up as she tried to make contact between her clit and my tongue. As I dodged, her hands moved down and she tried to play herself but I pushed them away. Her hands rested on my head with her fingers running through my hair and she tried to stear my lower. This time I let her take a little control and allowed myself to be placed just above her pussy, but then stayed there, making sure my breath would be felt on her lips which were swollen and putruding. Her juices were starting to escape her and drip between her bum cheeks. Finally i let out my tongue and ran it across the right inner lip but then pulled away again quickly. She convulsed and I swear she squeezed out even more wetness. A few more seconds of teasing before I run my tongue up the other lip but this time I stay on her and wrap my mouth around her clit, gently caressing her clit through the covering skin. Her hands clenched at the back of my head, her body stiffened and she let out a yelp that sounds almost painful rather than pleasure. I wondered if I'd done too much, too quick but she soon started rocking her hips against my mouth at which point her yelps switched to moans. I worked my tongue against her, mostly on her clit but occasionally drifting up and down her lips, sometimes testing the area just between her pussy and ass. Each time my tongue left her clit I'd replace it with my fingers, gently massaging her own wetness back into her skin. I was listening intently to her noises and feeling her hands on my, trying to work out what she liked and where felt good for her. "oh god" she murmered as she arched her back up and curled her knees, but I tried to bring her back down away from the edge before repeating the process and building her up again. After four or five cycles I deicded I'd teased her enough and started to press a finger insider her. I couldn't get over how easily I slipped inside her despite her hole being agonisingley tight, such was her wetness and how flexible her skin had become. I insert a second finger and rest then both upwards against her G-spot. I'm met by a flood of juices so I know she likes this. Gently I rub the spot and lick her clit, building her up until she can take it no more. She moans loudly as the feelings in her pussy shoot up her spine causing every muscle to tense, then start to spread outward in a warm glow that seams to radiate from inside. I her her like this as long as I can, my tongue mostly resting on her clit and my fingers gentle teasing the inner walls of her hole - trying to keep the sensation going without causing it to become too sensitive. It seems to be working as this goes on for what seems ages but was probably 20-30 seconds. As the last spasm exits her body, she raises her hands to her head "oh my god...my heads spinning, I can't move" she breaths through a big smile. I pull myself up along side her, my fingers gently running up and down her belly and chest, "You ok" I ask, feeling more than a little smug. She giggles "errr yeah! Now I want to fuck you".
Her language caught me out a little but then her hand was gripping my cock tightly as it twitched viloently in her hand. She raised herself up a little to kiss me then climbed above me, straddling waist and held the cock on the edge of her hole, starring me straight in the eye, still biting her lip. My hands rested on her legs and applied a little downward pressure which she didn't resist as she lowered herself on to me and swallowed my cock in a single motion. Now sat as low as she could, she shook and ground herself against my crotch. She was much tighter than I was used to yet just like my finger earlier, I'd slid in with almost no resistance - and god did it feel good, even better than I'd imagined. "god that's big" she said almost subconciously. As I said above, I'm pretty average in length but probably a bit larger than most in girth, regardless, I could have had a 2" dick and would have felt like the captain of the team at that moment. As she started to move up and down, she placed her hands on my chest for support which allowed me to read up and play with her tits. Her juices were starting to make my balls wet which I encouraged by spreading her arse cheeks and running my fingers between her legs and spreading it upward, being sure to gently run my fingers across her arse hole in the process. My hands would move all over her body as she pleasured us both. Again, she started to sound like she was building toward an orgasm so I lifted her a little then positioned myself behind her and began to fuck her doggy style. She buried her head in the pillows to stifle her screams. I used her hips to pull her toward me and fucked her hard. "I'm gonna cum" she shouted, I was getting close myself but I wasn't wearing a condom (silly I know) and I had no idea if she was on the pill. As I ran these things through my head she started to cum underneath me and so the problem was avoided.
As she came down from her high we both slumped down on to the bed with me spooning her. "you didn't cum" she said, sounding disapointed. "I erm... I wasn't sure if I could". She seemed disapointed but she snuggled herself back into me. I squeezed her then kissed the back of her neck, then we both started to snooze.
So I was intending to continue this story but I'm going away for a few weeks and I wanted to post it before I left. Appologies for the lack of proof reading and the inevitable typos and poor english that come from that. Still, I hope you enjoyed it
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