Chapter 17

We lay in each other’s arms, kissing, cuddling, and chatting for a good half an hour. Then Julie broke the embrace.

“I need a drink,” she said as she got out of bed. She took a dressing gown off the back of the door and winked at me.

She was gone in less than five minutes; she returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She filled both glasses and handed me one.

I took a sip.

I had always been more of a beer man—that’s bitter, not lager—but Mandy loved a glass of wine, and I had started to get a taste for it. I was a white man rather than red, and it had to be dry, dry, and crisp. The bottle I had brought with me fitted the bill perfectly.

I sat up, and Julie got into the bed, slipping under the sheets. We clinked glasses, and she smiled at me.

“I knew when I saw you that you would be a good lover!” she smiled.

“Thank you, and you are not so bad yourself,” I replied and sipped some of the wine.

It was a good bottle, not bad for a corner shop. Was I becoming a wine snob, I wondered.

I was on top of the sheets, and my cock was still hard.

“So, how long will you stay hard for?” Julie asked as she gazed down at my erection.

“Oh, I think I have two or three more shags left in me,” I giggled.

“Really? “She said, and her eyes widened, “my first bloke was a poor lover, but to be fair, we took each other’s virginity, we didn’t know what was what, we didn’t do any oral stuff,”

“He was a local lad?” I asked.

“Yes, he was. We only had sex a dozen times, and I think I only came once,” she said with a shake of the head, “then he and his family moved to Canada,”

“Did you stay in touch?” I asked.

“Yes and no. We exchanged a few letters, but it just sort of stopped after a while,” she said with a smile.

I sipped my wine again and wondered if Julie would be shocked at my choice of work.

“My second was okay, he was a year older than me, and he knew a few tricks; he taught me how to give blowjobs, and he would lick my fanny, not for as long as you did, mind you, “she said with a smile, and she patted my arm.

“So how come you and him split up?” I asked.

“He tried to do something weird!” she said with another shake of the head.

Fuck I thought; I wonder what she considered weird...

“Dare I ask?” I asked.

“Oh, we were house-sitting a friend’s place, and we were in bed, and he tried to put his thingy up my bum,” she said. I could sense in her voice how much she hated the idea. She even shuddered at the thought.

To be fair anal sex was not my thing, and Sally had told me that it was not something her studio did. I had been in a barrack in Germany with a lad that loved anal and spent all his money on hookers who took it up the arse. The rest of us never understood him, but I guess it takes all sorts.

Give me a nice tight pussy any day of the week.

“So why did you pick me to be number?” I asked.

“Three, and I picked you as you are handsome, and I get the feeling you might teach me a few things and at the same time be a great lover,” she said with a smile.

I considered it a compliment...

“And now I know you have a great dick”!” she giggled, and at the same time, she put her wine glass down on the bedside table, and her right hand reached out and grasped my cock. It had started to wilt a little bit.

I was hoping she would suck me off, but after she suckled my cock for a few seconds, she let my cock slip from her mouth, and she seemed happy to gaze at my dick and slowly wank me off. The feather-like touch of her hand and the feeling of her breath on my cocks exposed bell end sent waves of pleasure through my body.

I let her enjoy herself for a good ten minutes, and I was about to make a move when Jullie started to lick my balls. Her hand left my cock and started to stroke my thighs.

“Mmmm, you have such big, strong thighs!” she purred.

I gasped as she sucked one of my balls into her mouth. She sucked first one ball and then the other. She took her time; I savoured the feeling.

She let my balls slip from her mouth and showered my ball bag with little kisses.

She started to kiss up my shaft.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

I was holding my breath as she got to my cock’s crown.

She looked up at me and smiled.

Then she slipped her lips over my cock. She held the crown between her lips for a few seconds before she slid half of my cock into her mouth.

I gasped, and she groaned.

She stopped; there was no movement for a few seconds before she started to bob her head up and down. At the same time, one of her hands fondled my nuts.

Up and down, she bobbed; I was in heaven.

At one point, she lifted her head and smiled at me. A string of saliva hung from her lips, linking her mouth to my cock. She smiled and then took me back into her mouth.

Up and down, she bobbed. Up and down, sending waves of pleasure to every part of my body. Up and down nice and slowly.

She was letting out noises of enjoyment, little moans, groans, and little whimpers.

I was happy to let her take her pleasure from sucking my cock. As happy as I was to take pleasure from it.

I tried to blank put the feelings; I wanted to make them last as long as possible.

I felt my balls starting to boil, and I knew that I did not have the power or strength to hold back for much longer.

“Julie, I am going to cum!” I warned her, giving her the option to take my seed in her mouth or not. She chose not to.

She slid her lips off my cock and spat on her hand, and started to wank me furiously.

I closed my eyes as she went about her work.

Five minutes later, with a jerk and a grunt, I felt my balls release their precious treasure, and five strings of cum exploded from my cock and coated my navel with the hot sticky seed.

“Shit, that was so hot!” Julie smiled.

I didn’t answer; my breathing was taking up all my energy.

Julie moved up the bed and kissed me hard on the lips.

“I knew you would be good fun when I first saw you!” she said with a smile.

Then she got off the bed and left the room. She came back seconds later with a flannel and towel, and she cleaned up the goo off my stomach.

We cuddled, drank wine, and talked for a while, snuggled up under the sheets; we must have both drifted off to sleep as I woke when I felt movement. Julie slipped out of the bed and headed out of the room.

I looked at the bedside clock. It was half past ten. Julie had told me that her housemate would be back around midnight. I guessed she worked in one of the local pubs, and I had to be gone before then.

I had an itch, a need ... I reached down and gave my cock a few strokes to get it back in working order. I heard the toilet flush, and then Julie came back into the bedroom.

I pulled the sheets back and saw Julie’s eyes gaze at my cock.

“Mmmm, you are a bad boy!” she purred and then she reached out and stroked the tips of her fingers up and down my throbbing shaft.

“So, how would you like to fuck me?” she asked as she stared at my erection.

The way she said fuck me made me hornier...

“How about you get on your hands and knees for me!” I told her as I got out of bed.

Julie wasted no time; she was on the bed and assumed the position. I stood behind her and slipped my hand between her legs, and stroked her pussy.

I was tempted to drop to my knees and give her a good rimming, but I got the feeling that might have been a step too far for Julie.

Maybe next time, I thought to myself as I stroked her quim. I slipped two digits into her tunnel of love, and she let out a little gasp of pleasure.

I took my cock in my hand and gave it a few strokes. Then I slipped my fingers out of her pussy, and I shuffled closer to her.

I pressed the tip of my cock into her cunt, holding it there for a few seconds before sliding the rest of my throbbing organ into her tight love tunnel. I slipped into her in o0ne fluid movement.

Julie sighed as I bottomed out into her tight, wet fanny.

I took hold of her hips and slowly withdrew my cock until only its crown was inside her and then slid back in until I was balls deep.

I kept up my slow-paced assault on her pussy for a good five minutes. Julie was moaning and groaning as I worked my dick in and out of her pussy. Deep and slow.

“Shit, that feels so good, so deep!” Julie purred.

I kept fucking her nice and slowly for a good ten minutes.

Then my body started to overrule my head, and I slipped up a gear, and my movements became faster and harder.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good!” Julie growled. My hands gripped her hips harder as I started to jackhammer my cock deeper and harder into her pussy.

She wasn’t wrong; it did feel good. The feeling of her pussy pulsating around my shaft. The view of her buttocks bouncing as I rammed my cock into her.

Julie was moaning and groaning as I worked my erection in and out of her tight little pussy.

In and out, I drove my cock, and each time I bottomed out into her, I let out an involuntary grunt. Julie matched this with a groan of pleasure.

Faster and harder, I rammed my cock into her.

I knew that my own climax was close as I had that feeling in my gut, and my balls began to boil, and that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach was nagging at me.

“Cum in me, Zak, cum in me!” Julie growled.

I kept jackhammering my cock into her, at the same time trying to block out the sensations that were flowing through my body.

I felt Julie’s pussy clamp down on my throbbing shaft, and then she shuddered and quivered as her orgasm washed over her.

I kept giving her all I had as she surfed the waves of pleasure that washed over her.

“Fuck yes ... Fuck yes ... OH My God, yes...” she cried out.

I lasted only a dozen thrusts before my balls tightened, and I shot my cum deep into her pussy. My cock slipped from her pussy, and I rubbed its sticky tip over her buttocks.

I left her house around ten to midnight feeling less frustrated than I had a couple of days ago. She was a great bird and a good ride. We had agreed to meet up the following day. She was working but had a lunch break at two o’clock.

I returned to the caravan, made a coffee, and got a packet of chocolate digestives out. I read my book until the early hours. I didn’t fancy a run the following day.

I woke up around nine o’clock; rain was hammering off the caravan’s roof. Oh, the joys of the great British summer. I made a coffee and had a long shower, washing off the smell of sex.

I got dressed and drank my coffee. I had a hankering for a bacon butty. I also had to collect the films I had dropped off at the chemist’s in Flowey.

I washed up my mug and dashed over to the car. I drove off the caravan site, and I felt sorry for the guys who were camping. The rain was hammering down on the fabric of their tents.

I got to Fowey via the ferry across the river and parked up. It was still raining, but I had brought a rain jacket with me. I walked down the main street and collected my photos.

There was a small pub that advertised breakfast. I went in and ordered a full English and a pot of tea. Then, as I waited for the food, I looked at the photos.

I was happy with most of the pictures, but the ones I was not happy with told me where I was going wrong.

Breakfast came, and I tucked in; it was tasty and well-cooked. After I finished, I went to the bar to pay my bill before heading off for a walk around the town.

It’s a small place with great views up the river and out to sea. There was a sightseeing boat trip, so I grabbed a takeaway coffee and bought a ticket. The tour lasted an hour, and the guy captaining the boat was full of useful information about the area and the famous people living there.

The rain has eased, making the boat trip more enjoyable. After the trip, I did some shopping and bought some T-shirts and shorts. I was getting into the surfer look.

Then I returned to the car and packed my purchases in the boot. I took the ferry back to my side of the river and drove back to the campsite. In the time it took me to drive back, the rain had gone, and the sun had come out.