Please read parts I she doesn’t have Holywood actress looks nor a supermodel figure but is nonetheless beautiful, sensual, sensitive and she obviously quite enjoys sexual pleasure. She didn’t, though, strike me as a woman who would engage in idle or indiscreet gossip about her exploits but would keep them to herself as secret things to remember, enjoy and savour privately.
As I was thinking all this I was continuing with my finger work and as the bus entered the Queen’s Island area, where the famous Harland & Wolff shipyard is located, she was gently thrusting against my fingers, eyes closed. Her pussy was really wet by this time and to the sounds of the banging and clanging of heavy industry in the shipyard, passing by the skyline landmark giant cranes ‘Samson’ and ‘Goliath’, she stiffened, shuddered and orgasmed quietly, biting her lower lip and pressing my hand hard against her with her right hand. I continued to play with her, gradually reducing the speed and pressure of my fingers in her pussy and on her nipple. When her waves subsided and she opened her eyes and we were heading back towards the city centre. I slid my hand slowly from her, pulled her zipper up and she slipped her button back in followed by her blouse buttons. She turned to me with those shining blue eyes and said ‘thanks’. I said ‘you’re welcome’ and we chuckled like teenagers. I lifted my left hand to my face and inhaled her scent from my fingers. She saw me do this and blushed but quietly gasped open mouthed when I licked my finger and called me a filthy man!- with a broad smile on her satisfied face.
I was pretty stiff and excited from enjoying giving her pleasure and watching her orgasm and had leaked some cum into my boxers. She shifted position to snuggle into my right side and reached down and unzipped my fly. Sliding her small, soft hand inside she made straight for my cock, finding her way into my underwear very quickly. She grasped my shaft, near the top, and squeezed. At the same time she deftly flicked and rubbed her forefinger and thumb around my cock head. I felt a fire begin to rage in me. Her finger work was exquisite and having the desired effect. I felt the old familiar irresitable pressure building bahis şirketleri quickly in my balls and suddenly worried about the damn mess I was going to make when I shot off in my boxers. I was thinking of how to mention this to her when she quickly – and expertly – fished me out of my underwear and trousers, dropped her head, took just my cock head in her mouth and began replicating her finger movements with her tongue. Coupled with her now squeezing my balls and gently biting my cock head I could hold back no longer. In the middle of mid afternoon traffic on a bus in Belfast City Centre I orgasmed powerfully into her mouth. She kept flicking, licking and gently squeezing me and I felt like I filled her mouth with my juice.
When I stopped shooting she put me back into my clothing, zipped me up and sat up, discreetly wiping her mouth with a handkerchief she pulled from her jacket pocket. She looked up at me and quietly said she wasn’t very good at that but hoped it was ok. I assured her it was wonderful, which, in truth, it really was. Not a ‘traditional’ blow job but somehow more dignified or polite and fitting with what I thought I knew of her character. She started to nervously tell me why she never had gotten around to being good at it but I just said ‘sshh’ and kissed her. That’s when the bus stopped, back where it had set off from. What she had done for me launched an enormous sense of de ja vu. I remembered the very first time, at age 23, that I had experienced the wonderful pleasure of a woman’s mouth and tongue on my cock. That happened a long time ago in the middle of a long trip on a Greyhound Bus, in the middle of the night half way across the prairies between Winnipeg and Edmonton in western Canada. But that’s another story.
A little later we were back at her rented apartment. She made coffee and we chatted a little on the sofa, she telling me some of what she had been up to – apart from the obvious – and I listened and commented. She had a lovely voice, soft and warm. After a time she simply stood up, took my hand and headed upstairs to that mezanine bedroom floor. On the way she flicked on the music system which filled the apartment with more of that soft jazz she seemed bahis firmaları to favour. Good ‘slow-fucking’ music. In the bedroom she undressed me. This was great. It is a long time since a woman undressed me. When she got me naked she commented on my not very erect equipment. I told her it was a compliment to the quality of her earlier ministrations! She threw her head back and laughed heartily then crouched down ‘face to face’ with me and, with one long and well french-manicured finger nail, stroked me from cock head to scrotum and back a couple of times. Ecstasy!. I shuddered and became almost instantly erect. I told her to be careful because my second erection usually had much greater staying power than the initial one. She grinned and then took my left nipple in her mouth and sucked and licked while still stroking my cock slowly. I groaned. God I love having my cock stroked but coupled with getting my nipples sucked at the same time, well it’s heaven. My knees began to buckle so we shuffled to the bed and lay down.
She straddled me, still clothed and still stroking my cock and kissing, licking and sucking my left nipple. Then her free hand went to my right nipple and her thumb started her work on my cock head which began to get very wet. She released herself from me and stood up. She swiftly stripped and I enjoyed watching her. When she dropped her jeans I saw a moist, dark patch bottom centre of the front of those obviously expensive silk panties and I asked ‘did I do that?!’ and she gave me a mock stern look from under her eyebrows. Then she straddled me again and settled herself down onto my cock, sliding me deliciously slowly into her warm, moist inner self and began to ride me slowly. The moment of entry is one of my favourite parts of sexual pleasure and she did it so seemingly expertly yet with a hint of shyness. She sat up straighter allowing me to reach up and play with her breasts. I used one hand to slip down myself, easing under her cute tummy and finding her clit which I flicked as she moved up and down on me, adding to the feelings she was getting from it rubbing naturally against my shaft. After a time her movements quickened, her lovely breasts swinging to her rhythm and kaçak bahis siteleri she leaned further down on me and began kissing me deep and hard, her tongue almost fucking my mouth. I reached my other hand round to her gorgeous ass and caressed it as she rode me. I moved my middle finger to her bum-hole and very gently slid it just inside. I heard a small moan escape into my mouth and she adjusted her thrusts to move slightly back against my finger as well as riding my ‘cock horse’.
her new rhythm made my finger slide a little deeper into her ass, but not too far. Obviously far enough, though, to intensify things for her as she began to climb towards orgasm more quickly. As was I. Her riding my shaft was so good. She felt so wonderful inside and on my cock. She was riding me so hard I was thrusting in almost up to her belly button, or so it felt. I so love to get as deep inside a woman as I can which is maybe why I enjoy girl-on-top and Doggie so much. Suddenly she broke our long kiss and pumped her hips hard up and down on me. She came, loudly, moaning long with delight. I came too and pumped hard and deep into her. Her juice flowed out and down my length, soaking my balls and thighs and I just kept pumping and moaning with her. I love cumming at the same time as my woman. It’s absolutely the best way and this was so fantastic and she was having multiple orgasm’s which I could never seem to attain. She gradually stopped riding me, rolled off and cuddled up close beside me. We lay for a while, quietly chatting then I had to go, unfortunately. As I did, she stopped me, placed a hand on my thigh and said ‘I’ll never think of a train ride in the same way ever again – or a bus!’, reached over and gently kissed my soft cock, still wet with love juice.
This time, as I went down the steps outside and looked back she stood, unabashed, fully naked in the window. One hand was, perhaps unconsciously, resting in her pussy curls as she blew me a kiss with the other hand. About a week or so later I was trawling the junk mail box of my e-mail when I saw one with her name. It said she was back in Boston, told me of some of the things she would remember from her trip, thanked me for befriending her and told me to be sure to let her know if I ever was going to visit Boston or anywhere nearby. It ended with the words ‘Please write me from time. I won’t forget you, please don’t forget me.’ How could I forget?
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