Paul is sat on a train, headed towards Buckinghamshire, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the day's commuters. His mind is full of images of the beautiful Jane, towards which this track-bound bullet is headed. His heart is pounding out of his chest as the miles to his destination tick down. He has fantasised about this meeting for weeks, dreamt of throwing his arms around the stunning little blonde and kissing her soft lips.
Jane, meanwhile, is frantically readying herself for the meeting...shaving her legs in the bath thinking how much she long for him to kiss his way up them, washing and styling her long, flowing locks, picking just the right outfit to drive him wild without coming across too slutty. she picks out a little flowing black skirt and vest top, with matching black underwear beneath, showing just enough leg and a hint of cleavage. She knew she was ready.
She waits for him to arrive at the door...trying desperately to relax...drinking a glass of wine faster than she should have, pacing around the house. Then, finally, she hears the knock. Her heart skips a beat. She's scared, excited, relieved and confused all at the same time, but her feet seem to move automatically and before she knows it she is staring at the door with her hand grasped around the handle. She slowly pulls it open and there, before her, he is. Just like his pictures suggested. Tall, dark and handsome. With those eyes. Those big, blue eyes and that cheeky grin that made her knees weak. She gulped and smiled and invited him inside...he leans in and kisses her on the cheek, his stubble tickling her as he does.
She leads him toward the kitchen and offers him a drink. "Tea would be great, please" he replies, and she fills the kettle, her hands shaking slightly with nerves. Then there is that awkward moment - that tension in the air as they both stand waiting for it to boil. She blurts out "so how was the trip" and, while he replies, she hears nothing, just staring at his lips, imagining what they could do to her.
She begins to make the tea and then heads towards the fridge - which Paul is leaning on - to get the milk. He gentlemanly opens the door and pulls out the carton. Then, as he passes it to her, their fingers brush against one another and electricity shoots through them both. They stop just for a second, but it feels like minutes, staring into each other's eyes. Paul's heart is beating so fast he's sure she can hear it. He grabs Jane and pulls her towards him, kissing her deeply. The milk slips from her fingers as his fingertips Paulce across her neck. He spins her around and presses her against the fridge door, his tongue slipping between her lips, touching the tip of hers ever-so slightly. His hands slide down her waist, pulling her into him as her nails run up his back. His hands slide down over her hips and underneath her skirt. His fingertips tickle the soft skin of her thighs, inching higher and higher. They reach the soft lace of her knickers and the tips of his index fingers hook underneath the waistband. His mouth moves to her neck and plants soft kisses up and down it...sending her pulse racing even higher. Her eyes open just for a second and she remembers she's in the kitchen, with a window, and tries to push him away, but he takes her hands, his fingers intertwined with hers, and holds them against the door, then buries his face in her neck and kisses it again, sucking gently, feeling her breath shorten.
His kisses begin to creep down her body...across her chest, tickling the tiny flash of cleavage she was flaunting. It had clearly worked. Then he frees her hands and lifts her top, softly kissing her stomach, tickling along the waist of the skirt with the tip of his tongue. She could feel herself getting hotter, but tried to stay strong, to get out of the kitchen. She runs her fingers through his hair and moans softly as his fingertips creep up underneath her skirt and she pulls his head away from her stomach. He again grabs her wrists and pushes them against the fridge, telling her to hold them there. Then he hooks her knickers again with his fingers and slips them down her thighs. Again she fights it, against her body's clear wishes. He takes control once more and tells her "no, keep your hands there" and his forcefulness just turns her on more as she feels her lace knickers slipping down her calves and her skirt being lifted. She leans her head back and closes her eyes...feeling his lips against her soft skin...lifting her leg to step out of her panties and Paul resting it on his shoulder...nibbling his way up her inner thigh...inching closer and closer. He feels her heat on the side of his cheek and snakes his tongue towards it...circling her red hot pussy but not touching it...driving her even crazier...then she feels the tip of his tongue flick ever-so lightly across her clit and a wave of electricity shoots through her body. Her hands can't help but grab his head through her skirt. She pulls it up over his head so she can look down at him and their eyes meet, filled with lust...just as his tongue slides from bottom to top of her wet, warm treasure. She moans again, louder this time, as his tongue works up and down, exploring her completely, swirling around her throbbing clit...feeling his index finger tickling her entrance before slowly pushing into her...her hips move towards him, pushing it deeper, grinding against his tongue...then he slides his finger in and out as his tongue speeds up...swirling and licking and sucking on her pleasure centre...Jane's legs struggle to keep steady as she feels herself slip away...her whole body possessed by her libido...fucking his finger and his tongue...moaning louder and louder as she feels herself get wetter...his fingers faster...his other hand steadying her as her legs shake, her hands gripping his hair and pushing into him as he thrusts he finger in deep and sucks hard on her clit and every bit of her body sets light...exploding with pleasure...her juices running down his finger as she squeezes it tight, struggling to breathe, then letting out a satisfied moan through her broken breath as her body finally relaxes and she eases his head away from her and pulls him up as he wipes his mouth and kisses her soft lips again and she holds him tight.
Paul is sat on a train, headed towards Buckinghamshire, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the day's commuters. His mind is full of images of the beautiful Jane, towards which this track-bound bullet is headed. His heart is pounding out of his chest as the miles to his destination tick down. He has fantasised about this meeting for weeks, dreamt of throwing his arms around the stunning little blonde and kissing her soft lips.
Jane, meanwhile, is frantically readying herself for the meeting...shaving her legs in the bath thinking how much she long for him to kiss his way up them, washing and styling her long, flowing locks, picking just the right outfit to drive him wild without coming across too slutty. she picks out a little flowing black skirt and vest top, with matching black underwear beneath, showing just enough leg and a hint of cleavage. She knew she was ready.
She waits for him to arrive at the door...trying desperately to relax...drinking a glass of wine faster than she should have, pacing around the house. Then, finally, she hears the knock. Her heart skips a beat. She's scared, excited, relieved and confused all at the same time, but her feet seem to move automatically and before she knows it she is staring at the door with her hand grasped around the handle. She slowly pulls it open and there, before her, he is. Just like his pictures suggested. Tall, dark and handsome. With those eyes. Those big, blue eyes and that cheeky grin that made her knees weak. She gulped and smiled and invited him inside...he leans in and kisses her on the cheek, his stubble tickling her as he does.
She leads him toward the kitchen and offers him a drink. "Tea would be great, please" he replies, and she fills the kettle, her hands shaking slightly with nerves. Then there is that awkward moment - that tension in the air as they both stand waiting for it to boil. She blurts out "so how was the trip" and, while he replies, she hears nothing, just staring at his lips, imagining what they could do to her.
She begins to make the tea and then heads towards the fridge - which Paul is leaning on - to get the milk. He gentlemanly opens the door and pulls out the carton. Then, as he passes it to her, their fingers brush against one another and electricity shoots through them both. They stop just for a second, but it feels like minutes, staring into each other's eyes. Paul's heart is beating so fast he's sure she can hear it. He grabs Jane and pulls her towards him, kissing her deeply. The milk slips from her fingers as his fingertips Paulce across her neck. He spins her around and presses her against the fridge door, his tongue slipping between her lips, touching the tip of hers ever-so slightly. His hands slide down her waist, pulling her into him as her nails run up his back. His hands slide down over her hips and underneath her skirt. His fingertips tickle the soft skin of her thighs, inching higher and higher. They reach the soft lace of her knickers and the tips of his index fingers hook underneath the waistband. His mouth moves to her neck and plants soft kisses up and down it...sending her pulse racing even higher. Her eyes open just for a second and she remembers she's in the kitchen, with a window, and tries to push him away, but he takes her hands, his fingers intertwined with hers, and holds them against the door, then buries his face in her neck and kisses it again, sucking gently, feeling her breath shorten.
His kisses begin to creep down her body...across her chest, tickling the tiny flash of cleavage she was flaunting. It had clearly worked. Then he frees her hands and lifts her top, softly kissing her stomach, tickling along the waist of the skirt with the tip of his tongue. She could feel herself getting hotter, but tried to stay strong, to get out of the kitchen. She runs her fingers through his hair and moans softly as his fingertips creep up underneath her skirt and she pulls his head away from her stomach. He again grabs her wrists and pushes them against the fridge, telling her to hold them there. Then he hooks her knickers again with his fingers and slips them down her thighs. Again she fights it, against her body's clear wishes. He takes control once more and tells her "no, keep your hands there" and his forcefulness just turns her on more as she feels her lace knickers slipping down her calves and her skirt being lifted. She leans her head back and closes her eyes...feeling his lips against her soft skin...lifting her leg to step out of her panties and Paul resting it on his shoulder...nibbling his way up her inner thigh...inching closer and closer. He feels her heat on the side of his cheek and snakes his tongue towards it...circling her red hot pussy but not touching it...driving her even crazier...then she feels the tip of his tongue flick ever-so lightly across her clit and a wave of electricity shoots through her body. Her hands can't help but grab his head through her skirt. She pulls it up over his head so she can look down at him and their eyes meet, filled with lust...just as his tongue slides from bottom to top of her wet, warm treasure. She moans again, louder this time, as his tongue works up and down, exploring her completely, swirling around her throbbing clit...feeling his index finger tickling her entrance before slowly pushing into her...her hips move towards him, pushing it deeper, grinding against his tongue...then he slides his finger in and out as his tongue speeds up...swirling and licking and sucking on her pleasure centre...Jane's legs struggle to keep steady as she feels herself slip away...her whole body possessed by her libido...fucking his finger and his tongue...moaning louder and louder as she feels herself get wetter...his fingers faster...his other hand steadying her as her legs shake, her hands gripping his hair and pushing into him as he thrusts he finger in deep and sucks hard on her clit and every bit of her body sets light...exploding with pleasure...her juices running down his finger as she squeezes it tight, struggling to breathe, then letting out a satisfied moan through her broken breath as her body finally relaxes and she eases his head away from her and pulls him up as he wipes his mouth and kisses her soft lips again and she holds him tight.
She reaches down and strokes his now-rock hard cock through his jeans, her fingers running along all of his length, wrapping them around it through the thick denim and squeezing as her tongue darts into his mouth once more. She unbuttons his fly before hooking each side of his boxers, kissing his neck then sliding down his body onto her knees, taking the jeans with her, down to Paul’s ankles. As the soft cotton slips over his hard cock it springs free, almost catching her in the face. She stares at it, transfixed, admiring its thick, throbbing shaft…wondering if she could handle it inside her…her fingers reaching out and wrapping around it, unable to grip all the way around, feeling it throb against her palm…her mouth filling with saliva at the possibilities. Paul’s hand slips around the back of her head, in her gorgeous blonde hair, and gently eases her towards it, her tongue extending and flicking across the head, sending a shiver through his body. Then she takes the head between her soft lips and gently begins to suck, his head falling back as a moan escapes his lips. Her hand sliding up and down the shaft as more and more slips into her warm, wet mouth each time, his cock somehow seeming to get even harder to her touch, finally sending him over the edge and leaving him unable to contain himself any longer.
He immediately pulls Jane off the ground, his cock slipping from her lips, dripping from her saliva. He kisses her hard and deep as he lifts her off her feet, her legs wrapping around him. He carries her to the dining table and sits her atop it, their bodies grinding together, feeling the heat between them…his hand slipping between them and tickling her wet, wanting pussy…gripping his cock and sliding the head up and down her lips, across her engorged clit before holding the head at her entrance…his hands slipping around her waist, gripping her ass, then pulling her forcefully towards him, lifting her up as he does, his fat, hard cock pushing into her, stretching her tight little pussy as every inch eases deeper until she can feel every inch pulsating inside her. He pulls out to the tip before slamming back in hard and deep, frantically burying himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, possessed by his lust, his hands gripping her tight. Both moaning louder and louder as they become more and more frantic, her nails digging into his back, sliding up and down, gripping his ass and pulling him into her, biting his shoulder as every thick inch slams into her. Then he pulls out of her tight pussy, flips her over, bent over the table, tiptoes barely touching the floor as he slams back inside…her head tilting back and moaning loud. He takes hold of a handful of her hair and keeps her looking up a t the ceiling, as his other hand wraps around her hip and yanks her back towards him, countering his thrusts, his cock sliding in smooth and hard.
He brings his other hand down and pulls hard on her waist as he pounds her tight, wet hole over and over, faster and faster…both of them struggling for breath as they get closer to the inevitable climax. The table being shoved inch by inch across the floor with each thrust…Jane’s nails clawing at anything within reach, gripping the tablecloth tight as she begins to feel her legs shake…her pussy beginning to tighten and her head spinning…Paul feeling this through his engorged member, pounding harder and faster, sending waves of pleasure through her body…her moans turning to screams as she starts to cum…her juices flowing all over the hard cock sliding deep into her hotness…Paul grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back harder, his cock plunging yet deeper…feeling himself begin to lose control…a heat building low in his legs and rising quickly…her tight pussy squeezing him, milking him…his legs start to shake, unable to deal with Jane still cumming hard on his cock…he fights the instability by pulling on his young lover, slamming in just a few more times before completely losing it, pulling her back as he plunges in deep, falling onto her back and allowing her pussy finally to continue what he started…tightening yet further, milking his cock as he explodes inside, filling her with his hot, sticky cum…their mixed juices running down each of their legs as they lay together, him on her back, both bent over the table, panting, spasming, locked together, unable to move for minutes as they catch their breath and their bodies return to their control.
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