This story is dedicated to Annatartywife. Being a big fan of Anna's writing, I once wrote a comment to her story 'Fun with friends in Dorset, part 2'. To my delightful surprise, she replied with a personal message. We have been in email contact since then.
This is a fantasy tale projected into the near future. I want to thank you, sweet tarty Anna, for encouraging me to publish it here. I also want to thank you for sharing your amazing gift of providing sexual bliss to countless readers on literotica and to a lucky bunch of people in real life.
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It was in the summer of 2022. For 2 years I had exchanged emails with Anna, fantasized about her, trying to imagine the color of her eyes (which were discreetly hidden in her pictures) and the sound of her voice while jerking off.
Her stories on Literotica were as big a success as ever. When the pandemic gradually came under control, she would meet old and new friends who were all tested and healthy. She spent a lot of time with her friend Tracey who naturally attracted lots of men and shared her lovers generously with Anna. She had many new stories to tell: Going out with Tracey, making out shamelessly in public, attracting the attention of numerous men - and the occasional woman - who they would invite to bed. Anna would share their stories as generously as they would share lovers.
If there ever was a dry spell or the lads being either too drunk or too dumb to act on the flirtatious offers right in front of their cocks, Anna and Tracey would just forget about them and enjoy each other's company instead. They took sapphic love to a new level, eating each other out all day long, becoming more and more creative using toys and vegetables fucking each other for many happy hours. Anna never failed to describe their exploits in sordid details. Her Lit stories reached top rating consistently in the 4.7 to 4.8 range. Yet Anna somehow always found time to communicate with me. She also wrote encouraging comments on my stories which had considerably lower ratings.
I was hopelessly in love with the woman who would wear her heart on her sleeve much more often than she would wear knickers. I felt that she encouraged me beyond the teasing that was natural for a tart. Anna told me that she occasionally masturbated thinking about me. It made me feel like a rock star that a sex goddess who had as many willing cocks and cunts as she could possibly want at her disposal would think about me while rubbing her clitty.
And now circumstances allowed us to finally meet in person in her hometown, during the magical Scottish summer when they days were long and the nights were never dark.
I had picked out a nice hotel where she would hopefully stay with me for a couple of nights. The suite was large enough to accommodate other guests for fun times. It was a practical arrangement. If she wouldn't like my company, she was close enough to home and wouldn't feel stuck. These were my thoughts while waiting for her at the bar.
"Stop it, you are overthinking it as usual." I said to myself. "Of course she likes you. And since she is a tart, liking you means fucking you."
"Yeah, but I really don't have the biggest cock in town." said the other voice in my head. "She had guys hung as horses, back in Dorset for example. And she likes older guys or really young guys. I am too close to her age. Wouldn't that be unexciting and boring to her?"
"Way to go with that positive thinking. It's a good thing that you wrote to her so much about you these past 2 years. She knows what kind of dork you are. But you also bragged about your amazing oral skills. So, when the time comes, just put your mouth where her cunt is, and the rest will take care of itself."
At that moment the door opened, and Anna walked in. She looked absolutely irresistible in her a black leather miniskirt, wearing a white blouse with 3 bottoms generously opened in the front, and strappy sandals with 3 inch heels on her pretty feet. But the best thing she was wearing was her smile. It was contagious. I smiled right back.
"Hiya handsome," she greeted me, touching my arm.
"Hiya Anna! We meet at last. You look stunning."
"Thanks lover. You don't look too shabby yourself."
We kissed spontaneously. Her lips were soft, her tongue was warm and wet.
"I hope you didn't have to wait too long," Anna said after that first taste of sweetness. "But you know that I have been busy. After that long period of social distancing, I decided that I need my regular sexercise three times per day. His spunk is still warm inside me."
"That's awesome, I like it when you are spunky." I beamed. "What about now? Fancy a drink and a bite to eat at this very happy hour?"
"Hmm, I am a little bit peckish, mostly for your pecker. But there is the old advice: never cum on an empty stomach."
"You are so right, honey. The food and drinks look good here, and our room is not going anywhere."
We sat as close to each other as possible, so our legs would touch all the time. We talked, shared food and drinks and stories, like intimate friends who met again after a long time. We ate from the same plate and drank from the same glass (or glasses, as we sampled cocktails).
"It feels so hot in here," said Anna after a while. "and I am only wearing a thin blouse and a skimpy skirt."
"It's true, you are on fire," I observed while feeling her up between her legs. "Let me help you cool down a bit."
With that I picked an ice cube from our Martini on the rocks, reached under the table once more and traced my way from her inner thigh to her sticky, hungry pussy.
"Oh shit, fuck me with that thing!" Anna whispered in a hoarse voice. "Make it melt inside me."
I knew that the Scottish people were tough, with traditions such as skinny dipping in the freezing North Sea on New Year's day. Still I was amazed how Anna took the penetration in stride.
First I traced her cunt lips and her clit with the ice cube. The contrast between the hot skin and the cold object was mesmerizing. She urgently pressed her cunt against it as if it were a vibrator. Then in one fluid movement I pushed it all the way in.
Anna began to dry hump (or should I say wet hump) my fingers around the lump of frozen water. I could feel her slickness, combined with some remnants of spunk from her earlier fucking today. Although she had washed her body and hair and freshened up before our date, she had made a point of not rinsing her pussy. This way she would still smell of sex when we met. It was very thoughtful of her, and it drove me crazy!
There were few other people in the bar, mostly couples engrossed in each other and no doubt having romantic plans for the evening, just like Anna and I. Therefore we didn't make much of an effort to be discreet. The friendly waiter surely noticed that something was going on under the table, when Anna's face was flushed and her legs were trembling. However, he never mentioned anything when he checked on us with a smile. I would give him an extra large tip in appreciation of his discretion.
"Doesn't the waiter look dishy?" I said to my companion, my thumb on her clit while the rest of my hand was cupping her cunt so the ice cube would stay inside her. I could feel the water dripping out as it was melting.
"Maybe ..." Anna moaned. "Oh fuck, this thing gets smaller and smaller inside me. I want something that gets bigger."
