12 hours in the company of an undercover catholic priest tends to sober the mind especially when you are as randy as hell and wondering if the object of your adulterous affection will like you in the flesh.
Disembarking my pulse was already racing so by the time I'd gone through immigration, collected my luggage and was ready to leave I was wondering if my legs could carry me the final few yards to the arrivals hall they were shaking so much.
We'd been texting since I'd landed and apart from a momentary panic that my mother would be there to surprise me I was safe in the knowledge he was there. And he was, looking a little older but just the same as he had some 20 years before.
I scanned his face to see if there was any hint of attraction from him - zip! Oh well, I thought, easy come easy go.
The drive to Brighton was uneventful apart from the frightful speed of the road. Dinner was okay. Still nothing although I did notice he kept mentioning I go and shower, then change upstairs in his room rather than use the bathroom downstairs - was this a hint or was I just being too hopeful? Too hopeful I decided.
Eventually we had a chance to talk and the subject of the downs came up - and where was the best place to see the downs? Were else but from his bedroom window!
And he was right. The view was wonderful. It was while we were looking at a white war memorial in the distance that I had the first inkling that the kimono condom currently languishing in my pocket may be pressed into service.
Standing slightly behind me I felt his hot breath on my neck and instantly my libido sprang into action. Surely he hadn't remembered about my neck? Do I grasp the nettle here? I thought.
"I have a very sensitive neck that turns me on in ways you can't even begin to understand. Unfortunately for you and fortunately for me you're hitting it by merely breathing. Currently my body is turned on in a multitude of ways which I won't go into now. If this is not what you want it might be a good idea to shift about 6 inches to the right, otherwise carry on."
He leaned closer his tongue tracing the especially sensitive vertical line on my neck that only lovers knew about then blew on it. "You mean here?" he answered as my legs predictably gave way and he caught me.
"You bugger." I said as I was angled onto the bed. "but keep doing it." Well I wasn't an idiot was I?
His hands moved down my body, teasing me as they moved down to my jeans which he started to pull off.
I moved my hands behind me and felt the outline of a hard cock in his jeans. Sod. He'd been holding out on me. I fumbled it free of his jeans. But before my jeans were totally lost I managed to pull the kimono from my back pocket and placed it into his hand. He smiled and just kept going. His fingers moved into my body, gently massaging both my clit and g-spot. It was just too much: neck, clit and g-spot, did this guy know what he was doing to me?
A thin sheen of sweat covered my skin and I began to moan. My hands pulling his straining cock closer to me. I needed to feel him inside me. This was too much. I was loving it but it also wasn't fair; what about him.
