Away From Home Part Two

I'd only known Mary for a few weeks but we'd already become good friends and confidants ( maybe that was due to shared adversity ) but, at that moment, I was furious with her; how dare she try to control my life? and there was no way that I was going to cover her shift whilst she went out enjoying herself. So, as ridiculous as it seems now, I snapped back "Ok, right, ok" and stormed out of the bar. I got to the front door and was surprised to see that there was no sign of Mike in the doorway opposite and, as I searched up and down the street, I spotted him about a hundred yards away and just about to turn into a side street. I should have been happy at that but, for whatever reason, I felt a surge of panic and I hurried diagonally across the street ( not an easy task in five inch block heels ) and called out his name as I tried to catch up with him. He heard me and turned to face me but he didn't look at all happy to see me. It took a few moments for me to catch my breath before I could gasp out an apology for keeping him waiting so long and, even as I did so, I silently cursed myself for doing so. There was an awkward moment then Mike's eyes crinkled, his lips curled into a slight smile and he almost whispered "Hi" and, once again, I was struck by how good looking he was.

He asked what I wanted to do and I replied that I hadn't a clue so we strolled side by side to the town centre in virtual silence and, somehow, it was a comfortable, safe silence. He pointed out different places, telling me which pubs banned the locals for spurious reasons during the summer months in order to cash in on the more lucrative tourist trade and then stopped those same locals in the street at the end of the season, virtually begging them to return. He pointed out the good cafes and restaurants and the bad and eventually led me to a pub at the edge of the shopping area. There were still a lot of older people inside but many younger ones too and Mike nodded acknowledgement to a few but never stopped to chat as we looked for a quiet corner where we could talk. It was light, inconsequential stuff and I have no memory at all of what we talked about.

Neither of us was a big drinker so, after two pints for him and two rum and cokes for me, we left and naturally made our way to the prom and I felt slightly uncomfortable when I found myself in the same shelter where I'd had my unpleasant experience but it seemed very different in the daytime. We sat side by side, gazing out to sea and it seemed bright and shiny and beautiful after all those times that it had seemed so cold and dark and threatening. We compared our home lifes and, despite being brought up three hundred miles apart, they seemed so very similar. We both lived in council houses on similar council estates and had both been sent to catholic primary schools although I went on to a catholic secondary school whilst the nuns that taught Mike managed to beat religion out of him and he went on to a non secular grammar school. We achieved similar results and both left school at sixteen, before A levels. Both our fathers had been manual workers and had retired early after my father had a stroke that left him semi paralyzed down one side and Mike's father contracted lung cancer. Our mothers both worked in catering establishments to make ends meet and, whilst I was the only girl with four brothers, Mike was the only boy with three sisters. Our world view of politics etc were very similar and the only thing that we could find that we disagreed upon was our tastes in music where he liked heavy metal and prog rock and I favoured Cat Stevens and motown but that didn't seem important.

At some point, Mike slipped his arm around my waist, I wasn't sure when it had happened but it felt comforting and reassuring and, when we paused in our conversation, it seemed only natural for us to kiss. At first, they were gentle, fleeting brushes of the lips but, as the sun slipped down from the sky and our shelter slipped into darkness, our kisses became firmer and more desperate. I was, once again, wearing my navy blue maxidress and, as Mike gently lowered me onto my back, it fell open revealing my milky white thighs and black knickers but, unlike my previous encounter, he stood and gazed at the sight with a look of wonder on his face that sent a fresh surge of lust through my body. He knelt beside me, kissing my right thigh whilst stroking the left and I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure. I've no idea when he took his prick out but suddenly he was sliding on top of me, pulling my knickers to one side and nudging the head of his cock against my slit. I shuffled slightly and we both gasped as he slid deep inside me. It probably wasn't the biggest cock I'd experienced but it definitely wasn't the smallest and, at that moment, it seemed absolutely perfect as it filled me up and touched every place that needed touching. He lay still on top of me, breathing heavily through his mouth with his cock buried deep inside me but I was already so close to cumming that I immediately started bouncing up and down against him. He took the hint and began pounding into me and the increased stimulation to my clitoris had me crying out as an overwhelming orgasm crashed through me. Mike attempted to keep thrusting but I pushed him away crying out "No, no, I'm too sensitive, you need to stop". He tried to continue but my struggles and his precarious position meant that he had to get up or risk crashing to the ground. He got to his feet as I sat up feeling exhausted and totally satisfied and so sleepy that I simply murmured that I needed to get back to the hotel.

Mike wrapped his arm around my waist, gripping my hip bone as we made our way back along the promenade but, when we arrived at the point where we needed to turn off, he steered me onward until we reached an area of open land just outside the town. I couldn't help chuckling as he gently but firmly lowered me onto my back at the side of the road and, as my skirt once again fell open, he reached up for the waistband of my knickers, pulled them off and stuffed them into his pocket.

My ex boyfriend Dave had always objected to me wearing knickers and, if ever I dared to wear them when I was with him, he'd immediately confiscate them and add them to a growing collection in his bedside drawer so I imagined that Mike felt the same way and only found out later that the real reason that he'd taken them was because, whilst he'd been fucking me, the elastic from my knicker leg had been rubbing up and down the length of his shaft, scraping it and leaving it raw. Nevertheless, he rammed his prick into me and his groan that I mistook for lust was, in reality, a groan of discomfort. All the same, he hammered into me and I laughed out loud for the sheer joy of it as he quickly brought me to another dizzying orgasm and, once again, I had to squirm out from under him to protect my super sensitive clit, leaving him high and dry again.

I was well satisfied and ready to head back to the hotel but Mike virtually dragged me onwards until we came to a small golf putting green and, as we walked diagonally across it, he literally swept my feet from under me, tripping me up and lowering me to my back again. I couldn't help laughing and he was on me and in me almost before I'd hit the ground. I came almost as soon as his prick touched me and, suddenly, total euphoria turned almost into torture as every move he made sent flashes of lightning across my vision and jolts of electricity through my body as I jerked and jumped uncontrollably with every touch. It felt as though the top of my head had blown off as I slumped to the ground totally spent like a puppet with its strings cut. I could barely find the breath to plead with him to stop but he must have heard my distress because he froze and gently eased himself off me and knelt beside me as I lay there like a rag doll, too shattered to move.

I could see the concern in his eyes as he raised me up into a sitting position and asked if I was alright and all I could murmur was "Yes, I'm ok" but I didn't really feel ok. I tried to stand but my arms and legs felt like jelly and refused to bear my weight and, once again, Mike asked if I was all right. He slipped his hands under my armpits and lifted me to my feet but I would have fallen back down again if he hadn't draped my arm around his shoulder and wrapped his arm around my waist. It was one of the strangest feelings I'd ever experienced and we stood that way for several minutes until my head started to clear and I was able to support my own weight unaided but then, looking at my watch, I realised just how late it was and I flew into a panic at the thought of being locked out.

It was a good job that Mike knew his way around because I hadn't a clue as to where we were and no idea which way to go. We hurried as quickly as my high heels would allow but, when we got there, the hotel was in darkness. I tried frantically to open one of the dining room windows but they were all securely locked. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and I can't describe how devastated I felt as I turned away, not knowing what to do, but then I saw Mike standing there waiting to see if I'd got in and, seeing my tears, he told me not to worry and that I could spend the night at his house. It was like a crushing weight had been lifted off my chest and I joyfully accepted his offer. It may sound insane but, at that moment, I felt totally safe and confident as I took hold of the hand of a guy that I'd only known for two days and allowed him to lead me off into the night.

It took about half an hour to get to Mike's house and, as we approached, he told me that we had to be quiet and avoid disturbing anyone, especially his father. Once inside, he took the cushions from the three piece suite and laid them out into a rough mattress on the floor and, after disappearing for a few minutes, he returned with two sheets, tucking one in over the cushions and spreading the other one on top. I sat perched on the edge of the cushionless sofa as he worked and, despite the fact that he'd already fucked me three times, I felt incredibly shy and vulnerable and looked at the floor as he quickly stripped off his clothes and slipped between the sheets, but I will confess that I took a sneaky look at his erect penis and saw that it was standing stiff against his belly.

I actually felt so embarrassed that I asked him to turn out the lights before I'd get undressed and I waited until I heard him lie down again before I rose to my feet. He later told me that one of the most erotic times of his life was lying in total darkness and hearing the soft crackle of my top sliding over my body, the harsh rasp of my zip, the hiss of my skirt sliding down my legs and the surprisingly loud thud of my underwired bra hitting the floor. I found the makeshift bed and slipped between the sheets.

We lay, side by side, and I knew that we were facing each other because I could feel his soft breath on my face but, as if by mutual agreement, we kept at least two inches between each other and, as I leaned forward, just our lips met in a soft fluttering caress that quickly developed into hungry kisses with our mouths mashing together and our tongues eagerly exploring. After what seemed like an eternity, Mike's hand reached out and cautiously touched my hip and he discovered that I was icy cold and shivering. He began gently chafing warmth into my hip and soon his hand was wandering along my side, over my shoulder and down my arm before returning the way it had come and continuing across across my bum and down along the the outside of my thigh, leaving warmth wherever it went. I sighed with pleasure and rolled onto my stomach so that he could continue his magical work on my other side. I no longer felt cold and my sighs and shuddering were now for a completely different reason. His touch became firmer as he kneaded the flesh of my bum and my thighs automatically parted as his fingers delved into the crease of my bum, stopping tantalizingly close to my cunt before skipping down and working on my thighs. He murmured for me to turn over and I happily obeyed but, this time, as he massaged my neck and shoulder muscles, he kissed each inch of flesh before his hands reached it. I was panting and squirming and my cunt was leaking as his tongue lapped around my breasts, slowly spiralling inwards until it was flicking across my swollen nipples sending shock waves through my body. He closed his lips around each nipple in turn, sucking and stretching and gently nibbling one whilst plucking, squeezing and tugging the other one. i was groaning ang jerking my hips as he moved onwards and I placed my hands on his head, desperately trying to hurry him downwards but he resisted and continued his slow, teasing journey down, around and into my belly button, taking a frustratingly long time licking, sucking and biting my belly before continuing downwards. He reached the barrier of my pubic hair and ran his tongue around its perimeter, diving deep into the grove between my thigh and body but quickly skipping over my cunt to complete the circuit. I groaned in frustration, held his head and jerked my hips in frustration but he was too strong and quick for me as he repeated this torment again and again before suddenly switching to trailing his tongue down the inside of my right thigh from crotch to knee before skipping to my left knee and licking his way back. He did this over and over and, in frustration, I tried to reach for my cunt but he gripped both my wrists, holding them firmly so that all I could do was moan and desperately writhe about trying to capture his tongue. Suddenly, without warning, he swept his tongue along the length of my slit and fireworks exploded in my head as he repeated the move, curling his tongue deep between the petals of my sex, scooping up my essence before clamping his lips around my bloated clit, sucking and stretching it to its limit before releasing it with a smacking kiss. My hips thrashed up and down uncontrollably and I cried out loud as I threw my head from side to side and, whilst I was at the peak of my orgasm, he dove up my body, effortlessly finding my still spasming hole and, sinking balls deep inside me, he rammed home two or three times before he stiffened in my arms and I felt him erupt inside me. We lay joined together, panting uncontrollably until his prick shrivelled and slipped from me and he rolled to my side. I turned my back on him so that he could snuggle up to me and the next thing I remember was waking up.

I woke up as dawn broke and I watched as unfamiliar dark shapes resolved themselves into unfamiliar furniture and I remembered where I was and what had happened the night before. I woke Mike and told him that I had to go because I was due to serve breakfast that morning and I needed to clean myself up first ( also, I didn't want to face any of Mike's family that might get up before I left ).

We quickly dressed and straightened the living room and Mike escorted me, hand in hand with our fingers entwined back to the hotel with a promise to meet again that evening when I finished work at about half eight.

I make no apology for this story having no beginning, middle or end because, in my experience, that only happens in Hollywood and real life is actually a rollercoaster of ups and downs, highs and lows. Also no one gets maimed or murdered by some self righteous paragon over something as trivial as sex and I can't help wondering why people with such puritanical views subscribe to a website that clearly has photographs of semi naked women on every page ( surely, one or two of them are married ). Finally, if you believe that all your petty problems can be solved by a gun, stick to watching Disney + or, better still, grow up. End of rant. Oh, and no one ever gets 'kicked to the curb', curb is a verb not a noun, the edge of a pavement is a kerb.