This is the next chapter of my Online Playmate story which covers the first part of Mark's visit to Australia.
And thanks again for the wonderful comments. That is why I have split this into two chapters -- there were a lot of requests waiting for me, when I got home today, wanting to know what we've been up to. It all takes time to write and then edit it, so enjoy the first few days. I'll get the final chapter up as soon as I can.
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I was 20 minutes early, and spent the next 15 pacing around the gate of the International arrivals at Mascot airport. My heart was hammering, my pulse racing, and my panties were so very, very wet. I had never felt such a fevered pitch in my life and I realised the anticipation of his arrival could very well kill me.
The notification board then changed to 'Landing' and I took a seat, nervously playing my hands in and out of each other. What if I didn't recognise him or him me? People can be a lot different in the flesh than they appear in photos or even online. I had a wistful moment of thinking I should have brought a sign with his name on it, just in case. If worse came to worse I had a photo of his hard cock in my purse. Anyone still mulling around as the crowd dissipated I would ask them to take it out, get it hard and then compare. Possibly asking their name would seem a less intrusive confirmation... I laughed quietly at my own musings, hoping he hadn't brought my intimate pussy photos with him in his wallet, considering doing the same thing if he didn't recognise me.
So caught up in this scenario, my eyes were finally dragged from the carpet that I had been staring at to a pair of hiking boots standing in front of me. "Babe?" I heard softly. My eyes worked slowly up the slimline 501s, past the belt buckle and over the open throated casual shirt. When my gaze finally met his eyes, Mark stood there grinning at me. My God! He was so handsome. I wasn't sure I could stand. "Some welcome this is," he laughed and dropped his carry-on bag and jacket, his arms outstretched for me. His laugh was shortly silenced as I flew into his arms and our mouths sealed, finally feeding off each other in a way we had waited for so long.
Instead of the kiss working into a crescendo and back down the other side, it just kept growing and building, all in a moaning escalation of lips, teeth and tongues. His hands dropped to my arse where he pulled me tightly to him, letting me feel his wakening cock against me.
My head was spinning to the point of vertigo and I pulled back, panting. "We'd better get your bag," I whispered and he lowered his mouth to mine once more, this time in a soft, brushing kiss, teasing of promises to come. I smiled up at him and put my arm around his waist as he pulled the handle out of his carry-on to trolley behind us. With his free arm slung over my shoulders, he worked his fingers gently through my long brown hair, drawing it out. This apparent motion was also well disguising the busy fingers also brushing over my granite nipples, at times circling confidently, not a care in the world. Every dozen steps or so though, our eyes would meet and we'd find ourselves stopping, getting caught up in another lustful, deep kiss. It took us several minutes to get to the luggage carousel...
The bags had only started emerging when we arrived and a throng of people were already stationed at the best vantage spots. Mark led me to a column and once again dropped his carry-on and jacket, pressing me against the pillar, taking us both back to the urgency of our welcome. His hands were restless and tried to take in my whole body with one sweep of his arms, finally coming to rest between my thighs, tracing lightly over the seam of my jeans.
"Oh Babe," he purred in my ear, "this pussy is so fucking hot. Are you hot for
me
Babe?" he growled. I didn't care we were in the midst of hundreds of people coming and going, none of the world existed at the moment. He lifted my hips and straddled my legs around his waist, holding my arms up against the pillar. The irony of the stone ledge behind me nicely counterbalanced the one now nestled between my thighs.
"Get a room," someone muttered as they went past, which lightened the mood a little. I drew back from this kiss and laughed loudly, Mark smirked back at me.
"And exactly how far away is this room?" he whispered in my ear, still writhing slightly against me.
"About 15 minutes by cab," I said and kissed him lightly, letting my feet find the ground.
Although Mark had been playing with my nipples at the airport, he found out during the cab ride that I wasn't wearing a bra. When his hand slipped inside my shirt he looked at me and waggled his eyebrows.
No bra
! he mouthed, and folded himself over the front of me so his fingers could go searching, blocking the cab driver's view by his broad back. As his mouth coursed a line of fire across my jaw and around my throat I found myself slipping down further into the seat, my legs spreading for his ravenous touch. My eyes slowly closed and my head tilted to lie back against the head-rest. Once again, the rest of the world disappeared. My hand made its way to his crotch and he shifted slightly on the seat to give me better access.
A moan betrayed me and my eyes flew open, meeting the direct gaze of the cab driver in his rear-vision mirror. He too seemed to be enjoying this fare. I blushed a deep crimson, not believing that I could ever be so worked up by someone in such a public place. He smiled down at me, redoing the two buttons he'd flicked open and took me into his arms, my head on his chest.
"Lucky the trip isn't longer," he chuckled and he was right, we could have ended up fucking right there if I'd booked us into Bondi. I would have assumed the cab fare would have then been free...
A few minutes later we pulled up outside Star City, Sydney's casino situated on Darling Harbour. Mark reached into his jacket for what I assumed was his wallet and I stopped him immediately. "No, this trip is on me," I said and placed my hand gently over the top of his, now holding the wallet.
"The airfare maybe Babe, but I don't expect a week of freebies."
"Well, that's the way it is honey, like it or lump it." I crossed my arms over my breasts in an apparent huff, smiling at him to lessen the strength of its vow.
"We'll work something out," he said as I paid the driver.
I was anxious at check-in, drumming my fingers on the counter, wanting them to hurry up. Mark standing behind me, running his lips around my nape and blowing lightly in my ear wasn't helping, nor were the light tracings of his fingertips over my abdomen. He turned me to face him, and once again found ourselves in the midst of a lip-locked infusion.
"Excuse me! I said your swipe key is
ready
..." I finally heard through the fog and my face filled with blood again. Mark took the card from the attendant over my shoulder so I didn't have to face her. He then handed her ten dollars and gave her a wink before escorting me toward the lifts.
"You don't have to tip here you know," I said, safely alone in the elevator.
"She should have paid us," he chuckled and moulded himself to me again.
The corridor seemed endless, but we were finally standing outside our room. "Where's your bag?" he asked.
"It had better already be in here," I said and opened the door, looking around. "I dropped it off before I came to get you but the room wasn't ready yet." I spotted it against the far wall and breathed a sigh of relief. My sighs took on a different chorus as Mark unzipped my jeans from behind, working his fingers down into their confines. He circled a finger softly over my straining clit, purring directly in my ear, turning my knees to jelly. In the true speed and agility of his self-proclaimed vampiric form in his anonymous Literotica feedback, he had me naked and thrown on the bed in what appeared to be seconds. He shrugged off his jacket, but otherwise still fully dressed he poised himself over me, looking down into my eyes. He kissed me tenderly, slowly, but his ragged breathing told me he was not as controlled as he was trying to maintain.
"Want to watch me play with myself?" I asked kittenishly, running my hands over my nipples, pinching them into stiff peaks.
"Not this time," he growled and nudged my hand out of the way with his chin, claiming my nipple for his own. And he feasted hungrily on them, kneading at my soft flesh with his dextrous fingers. I was unaware that I'd been grinding myself over the coarseness of his jeans, rubbing my clit against him, working my lips open to gloss over the denim. He worked his mouth up my throat and back to my panting lips, kissing me deeply before starting the trek back down my body, pausing to lap sensuously at my navel on the way past. "You've got great nipples Babe," he murmured and I heard him unsnapping his jeans as his tongue delicately parted my glistening labia.
He looked up at me and grinned, feathering his hands down the inside of my thighs, coming to rest at my apex where he splayed me fully open, licking me slowly, not breaking eye contact. He drove his tongue inside my hot cunt, so desperately wanting to be fed.
"Hmmmmm," he purred, "sweet... tangy... so... wet..." Each pause was followed by another deep tongue thrust, my hips now coming up to meet him. His tongue lazed lower and I felt him circling it over my arsehole, making me suck in my breath. "It's OK Babe, relax," he whispered, "I'm not going to go sticking my cock in there, just enjoy it." I let the tenseness subside and did find it was arousing in its own way. He slid a finger into my pussy and then worked in a second one, fucking me with increasingly harder thrusts as his tongue worked over my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
His fingers now well coated in my ample juices, he prodded gently at my arse, chuckling darkly and asking, "Can I 6-pack you Babe?" He didn't wait on my answer, working his pointer around my virgin orifice as he slid his middle one back into my pussy. It was all well and good referring back to when I had done this for him on the web cam, but his fingers were a hell of a lot thicker than mine and I held my breath, waiting on his entry. He worked it in slowly, gently, pulling back and pushing in further, working his two fingers independently, forcing my desire to its maximum. His lips and tongue sucked on my clit again and as they started their pressurised rhythmical dance, every part of my sexual regions engaged, I came for him. It built further and higher and I found myself writhing on the bed, my fingers working into his hair, trying to repel and pull him closer at the same time. My irregular breathing became small whimpers as the second wave took me and I now wanted him inside me.
"Fuck me, Mark. For God's sake, fuck me," I moaned and he sat up, whipping off his shirt and pulling me to the side of the bed where he impaled me, thrusting his big, hard cock ruthlessly into my soft confines. "Oh yes, Oh God yes," I breathed, working into the next frenzy as Mark pumped without mercy, his eyes locked on mine.
"Babe, I'm cumming," he moaned and threw himself over me, jutting his pelvis against mine, working himself from the very root of his existence. His mouth seared to my nipple, biting lightly midst the suckling, the short stabbing thrusts brought me off yet again and so very deeply. And this time it was no simple everyday clitoral orgasm, this one was all encompassing and turned me inside out, making me weep. I had never cum like that before in my life.
Spent, he lay over me for a few minutes as I traced my fingers lightly over his back, making him shudder. My hands fit to the contours of his perfect arse and I caressed and kneaded him lightly.
