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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I was sitting on my cardigan, knees bent, feet on the sand as I wiggled my toes in the cool grains. My arms were wrapped around my legs as I pulled my knees to my chest, the light breeze causing some stray strands of my hair to tickle my face. I loved the beach, and the Dorset coast was beautiful. I hadn't been to Bournemouth much and I was making the most of this rare night away from home, away from my husband. I loved him, without a doubt, but our sex life had never been as exciting as I'd have liked it to be. We had been together for 10 years in total and I didn't regret a single day, but lately I'd been getting very distracted and couldn't shake this feeling of restlessness that had been plaguing me for the last month. So I had faked one of my occasional spa weekends with my friend and had gone for an overnight stay to Bournemouth on my own so I could think, and try to figure out what I would do. I had arrived in Bournemouth at 10am on the Saturday morning, far too early to check into the hotel but it was the only way I could make the facade believable for my husband. So I had parked the car in a public car park a few minutes walk from the pier and had wandered down to the beach to enjoy the sunshine.
It was 11.30 and I decided I needed a drink so I put my sandals back on, stood up, shook the sand off my cardigan and headed for the cafe on the promenade. I ordered my drink, collected it from the barista and sat at a table outside to enjoy the sea air again. I had just taken my first sip of coffee when I was startled by a voice beside me. I hadn't noticed the lone man sat at the table next to me, I gave a quick once over, he looked to be around my age, possibly a little older so I put him around mid 40's. He had short brown hair, fashionably messy and 'designer stubble' rather than a full on beard. He had a mischievous and slightly crooked smile set on a rugged but handsome face. A fitted grey t-shirt covered a muscular torso and his thick arms were covered in tattoos. As I took in the view, a butterfly started fluttering in my tummy, making its way down between my legs. I tried to concentrate on his gravelly voice instead of the stirrings going on inside me.
"I hope you don't mind me disturbing you, but I saw you sitting on the beach and you looked sad. It's too nice a day to be sad!". I smiled and said I was fine, just doing some soul searching. He asked if he could join me, and despite wanting to be on my own, I wasn't sure how to say no politely so blurted out 'yes, feel free!' Berating myself mentally for being an idiot, I smiled as he picked up his drink and stood up. He was taller than I had expected and my tummy did another somersault as I took in the snug fitted, faded blue jeans and tried not to allow my eyes to wander any more.. He moved to the chair opposite me and smiled as he sat down. He really was quite stunning, not in a 'pretty boy' way, but in a streetwise, confident and not to be messed with way. I couldn't help but smile back at him as he introduced himself as Dan and reached his hand out towards me. I shook his hand and introduced myself, very aware that he wasn't rushing to let my hand go. After what felt like minutes, but could only have 20 or 30 seconds, he let my hand go and I immediately picked up my mug as I didn't know what else to do. Why on earth did I suddenly feel like I was 15 again!
Dan talked about himself, telling me he was a PT and had moved to the area after splitting up with his long term partner a few months back. He asked about me and seemed genuinely interested as I talked about what I did for a living, where I was from, and my love-hate relationship I had recently developed for the gym. We had a shared love of tattoos and spent a good half hour comparing and discussing the ones we both had and future ink we hoped to get. He was so easy to talk to, I hadn't actually noticed how comfortable and relaxed I had become as we chatted. He then asked what had brought me to Bournemouth and my smile momentarily disappeared as I remembered my husband at home. Putting on another smile, I tried to sound casual as I gave a vague reply about 'me time' and some R&R. He listened as I answered, smiling and nodding, and when I had finished, he looked directly at me and in a soft but to the point tone asked if I was looking for alone 'me time' or if I had come here looking for some 'company'. My cheeks flushed red and my mouth opened but I couldn't find any words. I closed my mouth, cleared my throat, smiled and I said I needed to get going. As I started to get up he gently took my hand and apologised for being so blunt. He asked me not to go, to at least finish my drink first, and despite the warnings in my head and with no words forming in my mouth for the second time since he first spoke to me, I sat back down and looked out at the sea. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes finishing our drinks, then Dan asked if I wanted to walk along the pier. I started to decline but as I looked at him, those damn butterflies took flight again and I blurted out yes, but what surprised me more was that this time I meant it.
As we walked, we brushed shoulders and the sparks firing through my body were almost unbearable. I tried to ignore it and concentrated on my feet as we walked. We reached the end of the pier and stood side by side, arms resting on the banister as we looked out at the water, I have no idea what came over me but I blurted out that I was married and that I loved him but I craved excitement in the bedroom that just would never be there. I told him that I wanted to say I didn't know why I had came to Bournemouth other than to try and figure out what was going on in my head - but the truth was that I had needed to get away from home so I could decide what to do about what was going on in my head... We were both silent for what seemed like an age. I could see him move out of the corner of my eye and I braved a sideways look in his direction. He had turned to look right at me, one elbow leaning on the hand rail, the other stuck in his jeans pocket. I felt like I was under a microscope as he studied me and I turned away again feeling like a complete fool. I was just about to turn and run when he took his hand out of his pocket, cupped my cheek as he leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips before pulling away from me again. I was completely shocked and just stood there, open mouthed and staring as the blood rushed to my head. Dan took this as a sign that I wasn't opposed to his kiss and smiled as he stepped closer, taking my face in both his hands and kissed me again. This time my mouth moved on its own accord as my brain struggled to catch up, my lips matched his rhythm as his tongue explored my mouth. The electric shocks exploding in my body were almost unbearable as my arms wrapped around his waist and I pressed myself up against him. The kiss ended and I dared a glance up at his face to see him grinning down at me. I remembered the kids fairground rides behind us and I couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled out of my throat as I buried my face in his chest. Dan asked what my plans were while I was here and I said quite honestly that I didn't really have any. I hadn't actually thought it through further than deciding last weekend that I needed time away so had booked the hotel and here I was. He cocked his head and gave me the delightfully wicked grin then said quite simply, that he wanted me. My mouth opened and closed again, part embarrassed, part shocked, part very tempted! I checked the time, it was coming up for 1pm, check in was from 2pm and the hotel was only 10 mins away. As if he could read my mind, he asked which hotel I was staying in, I told him and he nodded. 'Would you come back to my place?', his question made my stomach flip - so many thoughts and scenarios ran through my head in the few seconds it took me to answer, 'yes, I would'. As soon as the words were out I breathed a sigh of relief and knew straight away that this was exactly what I had wanted the second I made my mind up to come away on my own.
Dan took my hand, wrapping it in his and stroking it with his thumb. He gently tugged me away from the edge of the pier and we started walking back towards the promenade. I was silent, a million thoughts running through my head and he asked if I was sure. I looked at him, smiled and said yes, I was absolutely positive. It was strangely comforting knowing that I had made my decision and I relaxed again as we walked towards the car park and my car. As we approached it, I dug around in my bag for my keys. He held the door open and once I had climbed into the driver's seat, he walked around to passenger side and climbed in. As I started the engine Dan said, "There's no pressure at all Beautiful. Whatever you want, you've got the reigns". He flashed me another crooked smile, the corners reaching his eyes and I almost melted. I smiled back as he closed the door and I braved another glance at him as I started to drive and he gave directions. We pulled up to his apartment building and I parked in a visitors space. Out of the car, he lead the way inside and up to his flat, holding the door open for me to go inside. It was small and minimalist but cozy and friendly at the same time. The door opened straight into an open plan kitchen/lounge with 3 doors off of it. There was a 2 seater leather sofa under the window with a wooden coffee table in front and a huge TV hung on the wall opposite. He stepped up beside me and motioned for me to take a seat on the sofa and as I made my way over he asked if I wanted a drink. My mouth was like sandpaper with nerves so I asked for some water, I was so nervous, I had never done this in a very long time, and never while I was with my husband. Dan came over and placed 2 glasses of water on the table in front of me, he sat beside me and asked if I wanted to talk for a bit. My head said yes, but as I looked at him my mouth began to water and blurted out, 'please just fuck me!'
Dan laughed heartily as he said, 'what the lady wants, the lady gets!'. He lent over, cupped my cheek and pressed me back into the sofa as he kissed me hard on the lips. His tongue slid into my mouth and tangled with mine as my legs wrapped around his waist pulling him right on top of me. One hand held the back of his head, fingers running through his hair as my other hand held his shoulder, pulling him into me. I felt like we were eating each other, it carnal, almost feral the way we were kidding and nipping each other. He reached down and pulled up my came top, dropping it on the floor. Next he pulled my bra straps down my arms, trapping them by my sides as he pulled my 40DD boobs out from the lace cups. He held them and squeezed them until I yelped. I looked at him and saw he was watching for my reactions to see how far he could go. This is what I wanted, no needed - sunshine who would help me push my boundaries and explore my sexual appetite. I bit my bottom lip, took a deep breath and nodded to him to carry on. As he squeezed my boobs again, he lowered his head and took my left nipple in his mouth. His warm breath and wet tongue were devine on my sensitive skin and I purred with delight as he sucked and licked and nipped it. When he was satisfied it was hard enough, he took it between his thumb and forefinger and started to roll and pinch it as he took my right nipple in his mouth. The pain was so arousing, I could feel my panties getting wet already. He replaced his mouth with the thumb and forefinger of his other hand as he leaned back and took in the sight. He let my nipples go and I felt momentarily disappointed, until he took the elastic waistband of my cropped trousers and yanked them down, pulling me lower on the sofa as they came over my ass. As he pulled them over my feet, my sandals came off too. He repeated the same action with my lace panties so I was laid partially on my back, naked apart from a pulled bra and my legs spread open in front of him. He placed his hands on the insides of my thighs and took a good look at my waxed and now very wet pussy waiting for him. He muttered that it was his as he lent forward and ran his tongue the full length before pushing it as deep as he could inside me. He was rough but not aggressive and I cried out, 'fuck yes, this, I want this!'. He sucked my click hard, grazing his teeth over it. My clit is super sensitive when I'm aroused and I let out a cry of delight. I tried to move my hands to his head but the were still pinned by my bra straps and I couldn't move, so I did the next best thing and lay back enjoying the full onslaught of this stranger who was making me feel things I hadn't for a very long time.
As Dan feasted on my clit, he slid 2 fingers deep inside me. Again, he was rough but careful not to really hurt me. He fingered me hard and fast as he sucked and nipped my clit and I felt like I just exploded as I came. I cried out as I went rigid, my pussy muscles pulsing around his fingers as he continued to finger me. He pulled them out of me and replaced them with his tongue, pushing it as deep as he could inside me and drinking up my juices. As I started to move again he stood up, undid his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. It was beautiful, shaved smooth, uncut and had to be 7ins long. He was thick, and that excited me, I always preferred girth over length. Before I could have any other thoughts, Dan was kneeling over me on the sofa guiding his cock into my mouth. He tasted amazing, his salty precum lining my tongue as I sucked and licked his shaft. I started to move my head back and forward spurred on by the change of his breathing and the groans that were escaping from his mouth. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat and he let out a guttural moan. It was becoming more and more clear that he liked the power of being in charge. I wasn't in the mood to be completely submissive though, and I matched him as best I could with rhythm and fervor. He was careful not to push too far down my throat but he did hit the back of my throat a few times to give him the extra rush, his hands had moved to my head although he hadn't needed to guide my head, clearly enjoying my eager pace. He pulled back, his cock sliding out of my mouth. I tried to reach for it again but he moved between my legs and pushed my thighs outwards as he rubbed the tip of his cock along my pussy. He pulled my hips to flip me over and I held onto the back of the sofa as I spread my legs and lent forward. He used his hand to rub his cock over my pussy again and as I felt the tip move over my hole, I lost control and in that split second I pushed back hard, taking his bare cock inside me. I groaned loudly and started to push back on him again and again, pumping my hips hard as I pushed on the sofa for leverage. Dan laughed and taking my hips he said, 'you really do want to be a bad girl, don't you..'. I laughed and managed to stammer, 'fuck yes!' not knowing if I was answering his comment or if it was a reaction to having his amazing cock inside me.
He grabbed my hips and started to pull them back hard as he thrust inside me. I was so wet, the sound of wet skin slapping wet skin just made me more turned on. I realised that I was facing the window and didn't care if anyone saw me or not. This reckless abandon was what I had been missing and craving for so long and it was all I could think about. I managed to free one arm from my bra and reached between my legs to rub my clit as Dan thoroughly abused my pussy. I didn't want to cum like this, I wanted to be on top for once so I said 'no!' as I pushed away from him. He looked confused at first until he realised I was moving so that I could push him onto the sofa. I knelt over him, straddling him as I lowered myself down and guided him inside me again. My juices covered my fingers and I brought them up to my mouth to lick them clean as I started to move my hips back and forwards, grinding my clit on his pelvis. I started to lift off him, pushing up with my hips and knees and coming down hard on his cock as it was buried inside me. He took my boobs in his mouth, switching from one to the other as his hands gripped my ass and helped me ride him hard and fast. I couldn't hold it any longer and I let myself go as the orgasm filled me. My pussy tightened around his shaft and I cried out as I went rigid, Dan still moving my hips so I was still riding him. I swore out loud and as the sensations subsided I concentrated on bringing Dan over the edge too. I let him set the pace he wanted and gritted my teeth as I pumped as hard as I could. His face tensed up and his fingers dug into my skin as he let out a low guttural groan and I felt his cock throb and pulse inside me. I slowed my movements as he emptied himself into me, his warm seed filling me and I grinned like a Cheshire cat at him.
Dan let out a long sigh and tweaked my nipples again making me laugh out loud. He asked if I was OK and I replied that I was more than OK. He asked if I was on the pill and I admitted that I wasn't. I knew I had been stupid to forego a condom, I just didn't think about it. I hoped I wouldn't come to regret it, but it also turned me on immensely. I told him as much and he said it was fine, it had also turned him on. I shifted and raised myself off of Dan's cock. Sitting back on the edge of the wooden coffee table, I took in the sight in front of me of this handsome, sexy guy and just wanted more of him. He lent forward and picked up a glass of water from behind me, taking a large gulp then passing me the glass. I sipped the tepid water as I pondered what the next step would be. I had only known this guy for a few hours and was already naked, full of his cum and gagging for round 2. Dan was clearly having similar thoughts as he asked if I wanted to stay the night with him, I didn't hesitate to say yes. As I sat on his coffee table, his cum dripping out of my pussy, he ran his fingers up inside of my wonderfully abused lips and slid his cum covered fingers into my mouth with a chuckle. I sucked them clean and laughed out loud as my mind raced with all the possibilities of the next 24 hours..
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