Once out of university I decided on a complete change of scene. I worked for a large IT company in London who had a voracious appetite for graduates. I still had my boyfriend back in University, but with a hundred miles between us my voracious appetite for sexual satisfaction needed to be sated by one of my co-workers – a fresh faced American guy, who seemed to share my interests in non-stop transatlantic fucking, fitted the bill.
He was very fit, 5ft 8in, 24 year old, tanned from living on the West Coast, who I was introduced to on my first day. He was totally gorgeous, and I made it fairly obvious that I thought so too. Within the first week we met by accident going to get a sandwich for lunch and he took me to a lovely little grassy square surrounded by trees which make London such an attractive city. We sat in the sunshine and ate our sandwiches – we swapped half each and chatted for half an hour. His dark suit and crisp white shirt and lovely silk tie really made him look so sexy, and I was feeling horny just being close to him. As we returned to the office, he asked if I would like a drink after work. I nearly shouted "YES" at him in response, but managed to control myself, took a deep breath and thought about it before agreeing. We met at 5, went to a very trendy wine bar, and finished a bottle of Chablis before we moved on to a tapas bar for some delicious food. By nine we were back at his flat in bed and lovers.
After a few months of non stop shagging, we decided to take a foreign holiday – a cheap week to the Canaries – an island called Feurterventura. I had to admit I had never heard of it, but the travel agent was so enthusiastic we had to go. It was a great place – miles and miles of beach, with hardly a sole around. We'd a hire car in the package so we used to drive away from the beaches near the resort where the screaming kids could turn a holiday into a nightmare.
I remember going topless to start with, but seeing the occasional nudist. One day we pulled off the road and found a virtually deserted beach, with undulating sand-dunes. We walked for about twenty minutes down the secluded stretch of beach and lay out our things. After half an hour we were still alone and I decided to go the whole way, and stood up, removed my bikini top and then to tease Tom, very seductively took off my bottoms in front of him as he was trying to read his book. At his request I had started to shave my pubic hair and he was presented with the alluring sight of my bare pussy inches from his face.
The reaction from inside his trunks was obvious - I told him to strip like me, but he was reluctant. I lay down beside him and I whispered in his ear that I was feeling extremely horny and if he took off his clothes I would give him a glorious blow job, using some of the cold beer from our cool box. He soon stripped and we began caressing and fondling on the open beach. As promised, I opened a can of cold beer, took a large mouthful, cooling my tongue and lips, and took his erect cock inside my mouth. I loved his cock. Like the rest of his body it was long, lean and very brown. I knew the pleasure I was causing from his loud moans, I loved the feel of his hot, throbbing cock inside my mouth.
I was practiced at the joyous art of deep throating and would have used it on my CV if I could. I fondled his lovely hairy balls as I worked his cock deep into my cold mouth. When I got hot, I took another swig of beer, and I knew he just loved having his cock fuck my cold mouth.
He lay back on his towel, with me between his legs, his knees in the air. I knew how he liked to be finished, so I rubbed him between his ass and his balls, then around his ass hole. As I started to slowly pop in a finger into his tight ass hole his balls erupted and my mouth was filled by the most intense orgasmic spurts. I swallowed as fast as I could, but also trying to savour the taste of his precious semen.
He lay back panting heavily and I licked the cum that had dribbled from my mouth. He smiled as I fondled his slowly shrinking cock.
I lay beside him, offering my breasts to his mouth and he was soon suckling on them, using the beer to cool his own mouth. As soon as he had regained his breath, he pushed me to my back, lifted my legs over his shoulder and buried his head between my legs. His licking of my nipples had already done their work of making me very moist and his fingers and tongue soon increased the flow of my sex juices.
He was really great using his tongue in concert with three fingers, pressing and circling my g-spot. I began moaning - gyrating my pelvis as he sent shock waves of pure pleasure, radiating from my sex through every limb, nerve and organ. I was so close to cumming myself but whenever he felt me reach the point of orgasm he would change his position, keeping me on a ridge of orgasm. I was nearly crying with anticipation when he raised my legs high in the air and penetrated me with his hard firm cock. The feeling of being completely filled with his thick, hot cock was enough. A couple of firm strokes and I felt the contractions start racking my body. I felt hands on my waist as I was turned and made to stick my bum in the air as he knelt behind me and started to slowly fuck me in the wonderful doggy style. When he eventually shot his load of sperm deep into my cervix we both fell exhausted to the blanket, sweat dripping off us as if we had emerged from a shower. We lay in each others arms and dozed as the warm sun dried off our bodies.
We woke a couple of hours later and refreshed our bodies with a nude swim together. He cuddled in the sea, and I was amazed to find another erection as we fooled around in the waves. I put my arms around his neck and let him impale his lovely cock inside me. Bobbing up and down with the waves gave us another lovely orgasm each.
