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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We'd arranged to meet up for a couple of weeks and after a 2 hour train journey, the excitement was there to be seen in my face when I met you off the platform in London. The chemistry was so massive between us from the off, and even tho we'd only spoken a couple of times on the interweb, we embraced in a full on passionate kiss that felt like it lasted for years. After the initial kiss, we began to hold hands as we entered the underground station, and boarded a train towards the centre of the city. Again, holding hands tightly, everyone in the carrage could see the sexual tension between the two of us.
You were wearing a flowery summer dress, with a white bra, and when you sat down, got a glimpse of the french knickers that you text'd me about on the way down. You slid your hand between my legs, and ran your hand up my inside leg, brushing against my crotch, instantly getting me solid. This was our stop, but there was no way that I could have stood up. You turned and giggled and whispered, next stop and we can walk back. I got revenge, sliding my hand between your legs, and brushing against the base of your frenchies, feeling you instantly wet against my touch. Once again, we missed that stop, as we grinned, giggled and kissed. We noticed some young lad across from us in the train, blushing slightly, but looking at us both up and down. Without a second thought, you opened your legs and placed my hand right against your frenchies again. Needless to say, we missed that stop.
We found ourselves down by the Thames, and you held my hand and pulled me towards the door, we went to grab some vital supplies, including sandwiches, bottle of wine, crisps and a few other bits and bobs. We headed towards a small park just off the beaten track, and we sat down, I spooned behind you and we kissed slightly as we opened the wine. We talked for a while, asking each other questions, some of which started to get dirty. We both could see your breasts starting to show from your bra and top of the dress, and I looked you up and down. Instantly getting hard, we embraced and you dug your nails into my back, grinning and winking, I returned the favour, starting to rip the back of your shoulders with my finger tips. You continued nailing my back, feeling that painful experience, verging on pleasure. You whispered to me, "whoops" to which I asked "what is whoops?" You then explained that you had got a little too passionate and ripped my skin, and that my white tshirt was now starting to get covered in my blood. I shrugged and told you it turned me on, you told me that you liked it rough, and then it began, the point of no return & completely hidden away from the rest of London life.
I pinned you down on the grass, kissed your neck, started to bite your shoulder, hearing you moan and groan in pleasure, feeling my teeth digging into your skin. Your nails and fingers wrapping around my neck, clawing me, with your nails starting to insert into my flesh. You unbuckled my jeans, feeling the pressure ease a little, but still not enough, this slowly followed by your unzipping my jeans, again, the pressure reduced, but I could feel my cock demanding to get out. I pressed my knee between your legs, feeling your frenchies soaking wet, I pulled them apart, and you moved your hand to steady me. I pinned you down even more, feeling you arching your back, pressing into my knee and letting out a moan. You took my hand, placed it around your throat and begged for me to squeeze, this I done, and felt so good, having so much control over you, but knowing you wanted it. I pulled your frenchies down the second you pulled my hard thick cock out of my boxers. You pulled me by the cock closer to you, squeezing it, rubbing it, til I met your soaking wet pussy, wanking me off against your clit.
I continued to squeeze harder, seeing your eyes increase inside, but knowing by the cheeky grin on your face, you loved every second of it. I flipped you over, in a moment, you looked completely confused, yet again controlling you and pinning you down. Placing my hard thick cock, with its shiney soaking wet tip against your ass. I pushed, feeling your body rise into me, pulling your hair to one side and thrusting slowly into you, making you scream, part pleasure, part pain, but you still pushed towards me, as to demand more. I started to slide my cock deeper into you, harder into you, pulling your hair even more, pulling you closer to me. My cock was throbbing so badly by now, and could feel your ass muscles tightening up. You spread your legs further apart, reaching a hand below you, rubbing your clit as I rode your ass. We were both moaning and groaning loudly, knowing that we were both on the verge of pushing this to the limit.
I flipped you over again, slid my hand up yoru dress, grabbing your breasts with one hand, your throat with the other and ramming my hard cock into your pussy. Instantly, your pussy started to throb around my thick cock, with you begging to be fucked harder, faster, and dirtier. I told you I was so close to cumming and you just grinned, placing one hand around my hand and your throat, helping me squeeze more, while your other hand slid down your body, rubbing your clit and teasing your ass whenever you felt like it. I told you I wasnt wearing any protection, you laughed a dirty laugh and told me to "fucking man up and just do it". My cock was throbbing, so turned on, so horny, feeling so dirty, as I was seconds away. For an instant, we both were silent, and we could hear london getting on with its every day life, then, returned to the fact we most moaned, screamed and cum at the same time, shooting my hot sticky cum deep inside your pussy. Your pussy throbbed and tightened around my cock so much, making me cum deeper inside you. We held each other for a couple of seconds, both shaking, both bleeding, both enjoying. After we'd stopped shaking, you coyly suggested we should return to our trip around london, however, only after we exchanged underwear as our souviner |
