Around the World in Eighteen Lays

CHAPTER 4: EVERYTHING'S UP FOR GRABS IN SALT LAKE CITY

Melissa's relationship with Antonia develops. John goes into training in Utah.

"Toni, you must be the best pussy-eater I've ever known," remarked Melissa, after another particularly thrilling session. "However did you learn?"

They were enjoying a drink on the balcony of Antonia's spacious apartment on Highgate Hill, looking out on the London lights. There was a slight chill in the air, bringing the colour to their cheeks and sharpening the points of their breasts under their light between-season coats.

"Experience, I guess, and noting the other girl's responses. Actually, I think it all begins with pleasuring yourself. I had a long apprenticeship."

"O yes? where did this all happen?"

"You know I did my A-levels at boarding-school? Well, all the other girls seemed to be only interested in boys. There was quite a lot of girl-sex going on, but it was just practice in between penises. You should have seen some of the pictures they had. I didn't know an erect cock could look quite so beautiful."

"But you weren't interested?"

"Not really. I've tried cock a few times and quite enjoyed it, especially seeing how quickly the guy gets turned on when I touch him. Much too easy, and in the end they don't really know what to do with that thing."

"Men can also learn technique," replied Melissa, thinking of John. Maybe there was room for improvement; still, he had marvellous control. "But let's hear more about yours."

"OK. Of course I had a crush on the gym mistress."

"Go on. I don't believe you. It's so predictable, and you're not."

"That's why I love you, Melissa. You know me."

She put her arms around Melissa's neck and gave her a long, lingering hug. Their bodies felt warm in the embrace and it was clear a second round was not far off.

"No, it was the chemistry teacher. You wouldn't think a woman in lab coat and spectacles would turn a girl on, but you haven't tried it yet."

"Hmm. You can spot the beauty in her cheeks and you can guess the figure under the coat."

"Exactly. And when she leant against me to help with a pipette . . . Anyway, I felt very lonely at night and I would fantasize about her. Of course I knew how to make myself come, but it got better and better the more I fantasized. I would tell stories to myself about how she would invite me to her flat -- you know the kind of thing. I didn't want the stories to end, I would drag them out, playing with myself all the time and finding out what worked best. Wow, I had some orgasms there in my study bedroom. Having to keep quiet intensified it."

"I can imagine! Actually, I am imagining. There you were, in your nightgown, running your fingers all over your tits and your tummy and your clit and your cunt -- "

Antonia's tale had to be continued about half an hour later.

"You know, Melissa, I think you might beat me in a competition."

"You want to choose a judge? Could be fun."

"Let's flag that idea. After a few lame efforts with guys, I had my first woman at art college. She was a bit older, and knew a thing or two. She could see I was eager to please. I would spend hours at a time, licking her. Her excitement would just grow and grow, and I was so damn hot and wet between my legs that I thought I might get dehydrated. Then we would fuck like there was no tomorrow and I would feel wave after wave."

"Do you think it's nature or nurture, my love? Were you just born lucky or did you work very hard at it?"

"This isn't a college tutorial! Actually, I think I was born sexy, I achieved sexiness, and I had great sex thrust upon me."

"Without any of that male thrusting. You know, I wish you would give John lessons. He's willing to learn, but he could do with a demonstration. You don't mind eating me while he watches, do you?"

"I'll eat you any time you like, Melissa. Come here."

With his photo of the lovely Melanie safely stored in his iphone, John was reading Melissa's account of Antonia's skills. Clearly he had competition, and he still had fifteen rounds to go. Maybe each of them could teach him some tricks with the tongue to go with the fifteen positions. Salt Lake City would be a good place to start. All right, "Salt Lick City" was a bit lame but it had potential.

His experiences with Barbara and Melanie had given him pause for thought. He had imagined having to seduce eighteen women, turning on the charm, making the running, spending lots of money on dinners and cabs and expensive gifts. Actually, it was all different. Girls today knew what they wanted, and they knew how to get it. All he really needed to do was to turn up. Find the right place to be, and wait. If you thought of it the other way round, it made sense. No self-respecting guy in a bar would leave a girl sitting on her own for long, and he would be wanting sex, no doubt about it. And a woman looking for sex would find him easily, and easy. Of course, there was always the possibility that a man might be the first to try and pick him up . . . Well, he knew how to turn down an offer.

He was right, but it took a little longer than he had anticipated. This was LDS country, after all, and the girls wanted diamonds before dicks. But he cabbed up to the world-famous botanical garden to look at the bees, sat down at the restaurant with a PIMS no. 1 cup (it took them a while to understand what he meant) and surveyed the scene. After a while, a smartly-dressed woman walked over.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Of course. What can I get you?"

"Ah, an Englishman. I'll have one of those." She gestured towards his drink but there seemed to be some innuendo at work.

"At your service, ma'am," he smiled, as she sat down.

There was the usual chit-chat: where are you from, what are you doing here, I'm recently divorced, that kind of thing. He looked her over, aware that she was doing the same and coming to a decision. She was easy on the eye, was Sarah, with skilfully applied make-up and an elegant belted dress in subdued green. Probably a classical hour-glass figure, unusual these days when so many women had hardly a waist at all. He wanted her. But did she want him?

"Have you gotten used to our LDS ways, yet?" she asked.

"Give me a chance," he replied. "I've only been in Utah for a couple of hours. Are you a saint?"

"No, I'm a sinner," she said, without hesitation and without shame. "There are plenty of us non-LDS as well. Come, I'll show you something. Got an auto?"

An auto? Some kind of sex toy? Then he remembered. "No, I took a cab."

"All right, we'll go in my vehicle."

She drove him out into the country, heading north towards Wyoming. They stopped at Logan.

"Here we are," she announced. "Come see the Paradise."

It was one of those old-fashioned panelled bars, stretching deep into the dimly-lit rear. A fine wooden staircase with a balustrade led upstairs. John was beginning to feel at home. By agreeing to the ride he had more or less committed to Sarah, and he hoped he had not drawn a blank. But now he could see she knew what she was doing.

They sat up at the bar, progressing to cocktails and chatting easily.

"Why did you get divorced?"

"I think we choose our mates too early. I liked Graham, and he's a decent sort of fellow, but I got tired of him."

"That probably means the sex dried up. Did he cheat on you?"

"I guess. It didn't bother me. I'd had enough."

"Enough sex, or enough of him?"

"Never enough sex, John."

"Agreed. But I'm new to this part of the world."

"It's not true for everyone. And just in case you're wondering or getting anxious, you're going to get laid tonight. Let's just carry on talking for a bit."

That took the pressure off. He enjoyed her conversation, especially since she had no more expectation of him than a friendly afternoon and one action-packed night. He might have to catch up on sleep on the way to Vancouver. He was going there next because he wanted another taste of Canada and a better base for comparison. Really, he should have gone to Mexico but that was too far and he needed to conserve his energy.

The food was good, too, there in Logan. Later, they walked up the staircase arm in arm. There were just two rooms, and she showed him into the first. Quite a contrast from Melanie's smart minimalism, it was lush and luxurious. Sarah stood in the centre of the room and beckoned. He released her belt and unbuttoned her dress from the top. The wide lapels had given only the slightest hint of the treasures beneath. He undressed and lay down beside her, he in his boxers, she in her immaculate white bra and slip with the panties shimmering beneath.

He fondled her splendid breasts, first through her transparent C-cups, then under them and finally without them. She drew him down onto her, her slip providing his cock with a delicious playground where he could test all her contours with his hardened length.

"Ready?" he asked.

"You bet," and only her panties lay between him and his target. His fingers spoiled her through the satin and lace.

"You're going to have to get that -- what do you call it, John Thomas? -- inside me pretty quick," she urged, delightedly grasping it.

"What books have you been reading?

Lady Chatterley's Lover

? We've moved on a bit since then, Sarah my love, on our side of the pond!"

How was he going to get any training this way? In the end, it worked out well. She came, he came, it was great, it was glorious, it was wonderfully strong, and then she guided his head down. Without any urgent need to come again, he could concentrate on the present endeavour.

"Teach me, Sarah, the ways of the west. I didn't cross the Rockies for nothing."

"If it's education you're after, I'll be your guide," she laughed. "All right, John, this is how we're going to do it."

She manoeuvred him until he was lying comfortably on his back, and then lowered herself onto his face. He looked up at her to take instruction in the shadow of her spreading breasts, and licked to order. She directed him to her clit for a figure of eight, she purred her approval of a series of slow licks up from her labia to her trimmed bush, signalling when he'd found the right pressure, and then steered his mouth to its final destination.

"That's it, John. Blow lightly over my lips, and then eat me."

His manhood was restored with her moaning, and she let him take her from behind. Position 5. Another window opened. As he fell into a deep, contented sleep, he wondered if Canada could ever match this.

Next time: Victory in Vancouver, while Melissa tells Antonia her story

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