It Finally Happened

The next day didn't really go according to plan. Not my plans anyway.

We did spend the morning on the beach - again just the two of us, with the suncream. And the day did start off well. But in the afternoon Nicole's little son became sick. And she needed to take care of him. The day passed that way. I did wait in hope that she might come and visit me late at night. But it was in vain and I eventually fell asleep.

Unfortunately, it was our last full day too, so I knew we wouldn't have another night like the first. And deep in my mind, there was the question of whether we would get another chance to do anything again. Maybe she felt bad and wanted to avoid me. These things went through my mind.

We met up at breakfast on the last morning. Her son looked a little better and I asked how they were. They hadn't had much sleep. I was due to leave after breakfast and we would be going separate ways. During breakfast she commented that she would come and give me a hand packing. That got my hopes up again. Even if it was going to be 5 or 10 minutes, we would be alone in my room. And I would get the chance to feel her gorgeous legs and arse again. Her husband was at the table too and I did feel a little uneasy, but I was pretty sure I didn't let on how excited I was feeling deep inside.

I had actually already finished my packing before coming down to breakfast anyway. But, of course, I didn't let on. So, when I went up to my room, I just started to wait. I took my t-shirt off, put on more deodorant. Used mouthwash. And just waited. And after a few minutes there was a knock on my door.

I still had my t-shirt off and was just in my shorts when I opened the door. And as soon as she shut the door behind her, we were all over each other. She was wearing a summer dress that went down to just above her knees. And my hands were already down there, groping her legs, going up under her dress, caressing her thighs and up to her bum, while she was running her hands up and down my back and we were kissing passionately.

N: "Sorry about yesterday. But there was no way I could get away."

Me: "That's okay."

N: "We don't have much time. I'm hoping you packed already."

Me: "I did."

N: "Good."

She dragged me towards the bed and laid down, pulling me on top of her. Her dress was up around her waist and there was only my shorts and her panties between my erect cock and her pussy. We started humping and after a little bit I put my hands inside her panties from behind to cup her arse and draw her even closer. She responded by putting one of her hands between us and cupping my cock and then proceeded to put her hand inside my shorts to feel it. In the meantime I had moved my hands round to between her legs from behind, and was stroking her pussy. Her panties were already soaked.

I moved to take them off and she lifted her hips to help me. And then she went to take off my shorts too. We were now fully naked, lying on top of each other, with my cock resting on the inside of her leg, very close to her pussy.

Even though she had told me the previous night that she wouldn't let me fuck her, I felt that I was now very close and that if I could just tip her over the edge, she wouldn't be able to resist. So I started kissing her again, with all the passion that we had shown the moment she had come in the door. And I started grinding, gradually moving my cock from the inside of her leg towards her pussy, until my cock was grinding on her pussy. And she was grinding back.

After I had realized the night before that she wasn't coming, I had masturbated. And I was thankful for that, because if I hadn't I would have cum by now and that would have ruined the moment.

But as I started slowly moving myself a little bit further down so that I could line my cock up directly with her opening, she suddenly seemed to have come to her senses and again put her hand between our bodies, cupping my cock.

N: "I want to taste it."

Me (a little disgruntled, but happy to take the blowjob rather than nothing): "Ok."

We adjusted ourselves with my lying fully on the bed and her kneeling on the bed, between my legs. And she held my cock while leaning down to lick first the head, and then the shaft. And then my balls. She was stroking the tops of my thighs as she placed her lips fully round me and started sucking. At one stage she had moved her fingers to my balls and then to the area behind my balls. She was trying to take me deeper and deeper and I suddenly felt a finger playing with my arse. Everything was so pleasurable, but the fact that she was playing with my arse still managed to get me a little to my senses. I didn't want her to stop, as much pleasure as I was feeling (I don't think I actually realized at the time that a lot of the pleasure was down to the ass play), I felt something going into my arse would be wrong. Men didn't do that!

Me: "Move around. Let me touch you too."

She swung around and started kneeling next to me. And as she went down on me again, I started to feel up those exquisite legs and bum again. Again, my hand was round the back, through her legs and feeling up her pussy and clit. And as she eventually managed to get me all the way down her throat, I slipped two fingers inside her and started to finger fuck her.

Once she took me down her throat I was no longer able to hold off and started spurting my cum. She sputtered and released my cock, but very quickly swallowed it again, taking as much cum down her throat as possible.

I hadn't stopped fingering her and she started squirming. But I wanted more. I wanted to taste her too. I really enjoyed giving my girlfriend pleasure that way. And I wanted to do the same to Nicole too. I was crazy about her arse. I wanted to be as close to it as possible. And the way to do that was to have her sit on my face.

So I pulled her up and spread her legs apart, drawing her up to my mouth. With my hands holding onto each of her buttocks, my tongue went to work. She still had her mouth down near my cock and she was now busily trying to lick up any cum she had missed, off the tops of my legs. So, we were in a kind of 69 position. She squirmed. Stopped. Tightened her grip on my head. And started humping my mouth. I felt quite a strong bite on the inside of one of my thighs and then she collapsed on top of me.

(It was lucky that I wouldn't be seeing my girlfriend for a few more weeks yet, as we lived in separate towns and would only get back together when the university opened. It wax also lucky that my swimming trunks were like shorts rather than speedos. Because that bite left quite a mark.)

We got our breaths back and realized that she'd been there for almost an hour and that we needed to hurry. It did cross my mind what her husband must be thinking about why it had taken her so long to help me "pack". But then I thought, "maybe he's gone for a drink and is happy because she's not pestering him."

She took a quick shower, dressed, gave me another kiss and left.

And that, for now, was the end of that...