Hands Across the Pond

The Royal Docks is a popular evening hangout in this small Ohio town, serving microbrewery artisan beers and tasty food. The unusual thing about this place, on this particular Friday evening is that there's an English guy sitting at the bar; slim build, salt and pepper grey hair, about five feet nine inches tall, blue-grey eyes, early 60s but in good shape, and dressed in jeans and a black Tee with a logo on the back bearing the words 'drummers have fast hands'. The bar tender had looked askance at him when he ordered a beer in his obviously non-local accent, but apart from that, nobody was paying him any attention.

Jon had arrived long haul from England that afternoon, freshened up at the local hotel where he'd checked in and was waiting to spring a surprise.

As she did most Friday evenings, Jane was driving out with her sister to the same place. She'd had a normally stressful day at work and was looking forward to a couple of beers and a great burger.

Jane parked up, casually dressed in jeans, one of her many band tees and her favourite Doc Marten original boots; five foot four, size ten, quite broad shouldered with size D boobs, strong thighs, and shapely ass. She and sis walked into the bar area, looking around for their usual table.

"Hey Jane; you see that guy sitting at the bar? Never seen him in here before."

Jane looked over and as she spotted him, her head involuntarily jerked up and her mind raced. He looked uncannily like the guy she'd been Skype messaging for a few months now, after connecting on Literotica. They'd exchanged photos of course and he had a striking resemblance, albeit from this back view. But it was the words on the tee shirt that made her mind race. He'd told her while chatting that he used to own that tee shirt. 'How could it be though?' she thought dismissively, 'he's three fucking thousand miles away, more's the pity.'

Their connection had been almost immediate. They text chatted and voice called frequently about anything and everything; particularly their main passion of music, also food, work, travel, and Jon's many work experiences travelling all over the world before he took early retirement.

Then, of course, there was the sex. Neither of them had ever experienced such a powerful sexual connection online before. They had slowly revealed their preferences and kinks, and they often got each other off talking about what they wanted to do with, and to each other. All of this raced through Jane's mind in the few seconds that she was looking over at the guy at the bar.

"You ok Jane?" said her sister.

"You look like you just saw a ghost."

"I...I...I'm fine. I think. I just need to check something."

Jane knew she had to put her mind at ease and double check this crazy thought in her head that this guy couldn't possibly be.....

But as she got to about two feet behind him, Jon stood up, turned around, and said:

"Hi Jane."

"You bastard Jon.... What the fuck! How the."

Before she could say any more, Jon leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Not a lingering kiss but a tender hello. Her stomach flipped violently. Jane reached out her arms and wrapped them around him and he did the same. For the next minute they just stood smiling at each other, kissing gently from time to time and breathing in each others' scents. Jane loved wearing her favourite scents; today she was wearing sol de janiero sixty-two, and Jon knew from their chats that she couldn't resist a guy smelling good so he'd splashed on a liberal amount of Monsieur Balmain cologne. She was trying to appear calm, but she felt she was quivering and shaking. Jon was struggling not to kiss her full on. Somehow, they managed to hold it together without making a complete fool of themselves.

Jane's sister approached them:

"Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on? I'm getting you both a beer then I want an explanation, please!"

"Well; I told you about this English guy I've been chatting online with. Well, here he is!" said Jane, as the three of them stood at the bar drinking their beers.

As she said this, she felt Jon's hand on her ass, rubbing it and squeezing it. That familiar tingle between her legs was immediate and she knew she had to act NOW.

"Sorry sis, but we have to leave. Your husband will be along any time. Say hi to him."

Grabbing Jon's hand, Jane turned and pulled him along in her wake towards the exit door, leaving her sister's mouth agape, but as they walked out, her sister did manage a stuttering.

"Have a great time sister, I think you will!"

Jane had played this scenario out so many times in her head. The guy who turned her on so damn much turning up. She had sworn to herself if it ever happened, and she knew it never would, that she would just drag him off and jump all over him. 'Is this actually fucking happening?' she was thinking as they bundled out of the exit door.

"Where are we going Jane?" asked Jon.

"Straight to mine. It's five minutes drive, max" she replied.

"Can we just stop by the hotel to pick up my bags?"

"You're going nowhere, no-damn-where, except straight to mine. Bags can wait. We'll get them tomorrow when you check out, cause you're staying with me. Any problems with that?"

"Not a single one Jane, drive quickly."

The journey took just minutes and hardly a word spoken.

Jon was tired after a long journey but sleep could wait. He had only one thing on his mind now. Jane was trying hard to concentrate on driving but her mind was a complete mess. When Jon reached over and ran his fingers up and down her right thigh, she let out an involuntary, audible, quivering moan. Her right hand reached over and fell directly onto his crotch; 'oh my fucking god' she thought, 'he's already hard.'

They both literally ran from the car to Jane's apartment door, her leading the way pulling him along behind her. Fumbling for keys, she opened the door, pulled Jon through, and kicked it shut.

Their mouths locked onto each other, kissing deep and hard, tongues probing each other. They were breathless with lust and Jon moved his mouth away to breathe and start to nibble Jane's neck. He knew that was her kryptonite. Her head rolled back to expose more of her neck for him. Their hands were frantically undoing each other's jeans and unzipping them. There was no romantic finesse here; this was pure, unadulterated lust. Arms were raised to allow tee shirts to be pulled off, jeans were pulled down, shoes kicked away.

Now just in panties and boxers, they stumbled into Jane's bedroom. Jon pushed her down onto the bed and pulled off her panties, already wet with her juices. Looking her in the eye he pulled down his boxers and Jane got to see his cock for real; no pics, no videos this time; just the real thing; seven inches of rock-hard erection in front of her ready for her to use, right now.

"Fuck me Jon, now! Just fucking take me."

This was no time for foreplay. Jane was on her back, legs apart and knees raised, she reached down and her fingers pulled apart her glistening cunt lips. Jon held his cock, slid it just once along her slit then pushed in deep and hard, pressing his body down on her, alternately kissing her and biting her neck as he thrust in and out, his hands roaming all over her neck, her tits, her ass.

Jane was beyond herself. As soon as Jon's cock filled her, she was on the verge of orgasm. The feeling of his weight on her, his cock inside her and his grinding against her swollen clit. Her legs were wrapped around him, pulling him in as deep as she could, her fingernails raking his back.

"Cum for me Jon." She moaned.

He felt that point of no return as he thrust even harder and faster now. Then that feeling as he came in spasm after spasm.

Hearing Jon moaning and gasping in her ear as he shot his cum inside her, was overwhelming for Jane and her own orgasm crashed over her, her whole-body writhing and shaking as her shouts and moans joined his.

To be continued