This morning was the last day of my boyfriend's visit. He was due to fly home in the early afternoon and we were lying naked on my bed in my attic room, him stroking my skin as we discussed future plans. He leans to kiss me and I can see he is hardening. I smile, lay back on the bed and open my legs as he pulls a condom over his circumcised penis.
Our lips meet in a tender kiss as he positions himself and slides into my inviting pussy. It feels nice and we make intimate eye contact between deep kisses. Soon he is fucking me harder and I throw my head back and close my eyes, he kisses my neck and grabs hungrily at my full breasts.
Imperceptibly, the bed starts to creak with every thrust, slowly getting louder -- the sound transports me back to last weekend, when my student Alex fucked me to orgasm after orgasm in this very bed. Instead of making me feel bad, the memory fills my mind -- the feeling of his strange tongue in my mouth, his large cock filling me so completely, my hands on his taut body.
I feel my pussy gush with arousal and my boyfriend moans as the added lubrication engulfs his penis and I grab his ass to guide his thrusting. Out of nowhere I come hard, something that rarely happens with my boyfriend. This tips him straight over the edge and I felt him twitching within me, spurting inside the condom.
It's time for him to leave and he gets dressed and we go downstairs to say goodbye. He kisses me tenderly at my front door, and we make plans for seeing each other soon. We kiss one final time, deeply, his tongue pushing against mine, my head turned, eyes closed. Yet something made me open my eyes during the kiss and my heart lurched. He is standing watching us from across the road.
Standing nonchalantly in the doorway of the shop over the road, smiling. I panic and say a hurried goodbye to my boyfriend who turns and walks down the street. I instinctively wipe my mouth and look up at him. He waits until my boyfriend turns the corner and starts striding confidently across the street. I turn around and enter the stairwell of my flat and move to close the door.
I hesitate at the bottom of the stairs with my heart pounding. What does he want from me? I move to start to go up the stairs but then there is a gentle knock on the door. I can feel his intoxicating presence even through the frosted glass of the door. I open the door and tell him to come in quickly, in case my boyfriend sees him. I ask him what he wants -- he says he wants to talk. He looms over me in the entry hall, one of our neighbours walks down the stairs and acknowledges us as we stand in silence. I tell him we can talk upstairs in the kitchen.
I walk up ahead of him. Again I feel his eyes on my ass, this time barely hidden in short denim jeans. I'm not wearing a bra.
I offer him coffee and he accepts. The small talk is awkward. I don't know how I've let myself into this situation. I can't stop thinking about how this man made me feel, but my boyfriend left literally five minutes ago.
I occupy myself with the coffee machine, so lost in my thoughts I didn't hear him get up so I let out a stifled cry as he presses himself against me from behind... however, I do nothing to stop him as he kisses my neck and wraps his arms around me, his hard body pushing against me. I can feel his erection between my round buttocks.