I had been at my Swede's house for a couple of days and it was safe to say that I was well and truly fucked. Not that I minded though. I was scarcely off the plane when things started getting heated up between us. If I thought things over IM and voice chat were hot I was woefully under prepared for the live and in person version of my Swede.
I had previously greeted him on his visit to my home state of Texas with a blowjob and sex on the hood of my car. The guard that had walked in on us wasn't planned but a nice addition in any event. I wasn't sure what to expect when it was my turn to step off the plane. It had been a long flight and I hadn't slept well so I was thoroughly embarrassed when I fell asleep straight away after sitting in the passenger seat of his car and before he had even gotten into the driver's seat himself.
I don't know how long the drive to his house took but I can tell you that he spent the majority of the time betwixt the airport and his home with his fingers dancing around my nether region. I had promised to wear a skirt without panties when I landed, just in case we couldn't control ourselves again. As fast asleep as I was, my Swede's fingers circling around and around my clit kept me from totally succumbing to the Sandman's charms.
My Swede was teasing my clit and pussy so well that before we'd gotten too far out of the parking lot, I was waking up and becoming increasingly alert. I was still lying back in the seat but since he'd done the job of hiking my skirt up to my hips I felt it only fair to open my legs to allow him easier access to the pussy that he'd claimed as his on his last visit. The circular trips that his fingers made around my clit held no pattern that I could discern. Sometimes he would move clockwise and then for no reason he'd reverse trajectory. Occasionally he would flicking the tip of my clit with the tip of his finger which was driving me absolutely mad.
By the time we pulled into his driveway I wanted to cum so badly, but he simply looked and me and said "Here we are, baby" as he exited the car with a smile. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing long enough to exit the car with some semblance of composure. I took a deep breath as I stepped from the car to see that he'd already collected my bags and was waiting at the steps to the front door. I followed him inside the house and then up the stairs. My hand kept in contact with the wall to steady myself on the way up but my eyes never really left his ass. I had thought to let myself calm down a bit when we arrived but that thought went out the window the higher we climbed on the stairs.
He set my bags down by the door and then showed me to his desk so I could fire off a quick email to let the people back home know that I had arrived safely. I excused myself to go to the restroom as he took my place in the seat. As we passed each other, I let my hand brush across his very visible bulge. He'd spent the last long while teasing me. Two could play at this game. I looked up at his face as I made contact with his quite considerable protuberance and heard the sharp inhale that passed his lips.
I smirked at him as I bent over to pick up my bag. I bent from the waist and saw him smiling at what I thought was my ass. "Is my ass amusing you?" I asked.
He chuckled as he sat down at his desk "Your ass is fantastic as always but I was smiling at that wet spot just under it."
I pulled my skirt around and sure enough, there it was, a large spot that looked as if I'd sat in a puddle of something. I knew his chuckle was born out of the knowledge that his ministrations between the folds of my labia are what had caused the puddle in the first place. I walked into the bathroom and removed my dress and just dropped it into a pile on the floor. I started to reach into my bag, not quite sure what I wanted to wear now and becoming more and more distracted by the wetness that was still accumulating between my legs.
I removed my bra and stood fully naked in the bathroom and tried to decide how best to torment my dear Swede. I put my curly red hair up into a pony tail and stepped into the shower. I got myself all soaped up and cleaned from my journey to this new adventure. The water was hot and relaxing but still did nothing to ease the ache that had taken up residence in my pussy the day I started talking to my dear Swede and had not left since that day.
I stepped out of the shower, reached for a towel and wrapped it around my body, tucking the end in around my damp breasts. I walked out and found him still at the computer, checking his own email. I walked silently behind him and slide my hands inside his shirt. I felt him jump briefly before he relaxed under my hands.
"Forget I was here already?" I whispered into his ear.
"Never, baby. Just didn't hear the shower stop."
He reached up and caressed my arms as his head leaned back against my bosom. I unbuttoned his shirt on the way down to his waist and lightly dragged my nails against his skin on the way back up. Again, I heard and felt the sharp, deep inhale of air into his lungs.
I leaned down and licked his earlobe before taking a quick nibble of it and then sucking it in between my lips. I stood up and swiveled his chair around so that he was facing me. Still encased in my towel, I leaned forward and kissed him deeply as my hands found their way to his button fixture on his shorts. My lips were barely touching his as my hand reached in to make contact with that fantastic cock that I'd made acquaintance with when he visited me a few months before. My tongue tipping inside his mouth but darting away when his tongue attempted to make contact. With both hands (and his cooperation) I slipped the shorts over his hips and down his legs to lie in a bunch at his ankles.
I leaned forward and placed the corner of the towel poking out between his teeth and s l o w l y stood up. His teeth gripping my towel as I rose exposed first my cleavage and then my breasts and finally my entire body. The towel fell against my Swede's thigh before falling to join his shorts. I moved forward against him and got almost close enough for his lips to meet my nipples but not quite. I could feel his breath against my skin as I let my tits touch the side of his face before I lowered myself down his chest. I placed my hands on each of his arm rests as I moved around his chest, my nipples touching and teasing his own until his nipples were so hard I thought they would cut me.
I lowered myself even more until I was kneeling between his legs and practically face to face with his fantastic, fat cock. I looked into his eyes as I reached for his throbbing member, barely touching around it instead of directly. I planted light kisses on either side of the base of his shaft while my nails gently dragged along his balls. I looked at this glorious piece of flesh before me and decided to make my move on it directly. However I was still feeling the after effects of his digital stimulation of my own sex and decided that he'd not had enough of his own medicine yet.
While my hands continued to caress his balls, my tongue traversed its way along the ridge on the underside of my Swede's cock. I followed it up and over the head, letting the underside of my tongue to pass back and forth over the head of his cock before gently taking my Swede's cock-head ever so slowly in between my lips. I heard a deep moan escape his lips as I felt his prick twitch between my lips. I left one hand to minister to his cum filled balls while the other hand began to move at a snail's pace up and down his shaft, my mouth moving at a similar speed over and around his cock.
