Adventure

It was my first time overseas alone. It was weird not having the family with me but I felt independent, adventurous, sexy and exceptionally horny. I was there for a friend's wedding, but I made it a self-finding trip as well. Just a place to be alone but it's starting to get boring.

I was sitting at the bar like any previous night, jotting down notes and people-watching - when out of the corner of my eye I saw him. His hands, his strong body, his suit. Hmmm - suits - my weakness. I felt his presence more. It was masculine and strong. I stared down at my drink, swirling it as I continued to watch him. He had ordered a stiff drink. Straight and strong. I chuckled to myself as I thought about what else might be stiff, straight and strong. I bit my lip and tried to not blush and squirmed in my seat, crossing my legs to hide the throbbing of my clitoris.

"It's been a hard day mate," he said, with a familiar accent. He continued on to say he was staying for a conference.

"Where are you from?" asked the Bartender, handing him over his drink.

"Perth...." My ears perked up and I sat up. He's a local! I looked over to him and saw him there - strong jaw, dirty blond short hair, green and broad shoulders. His navy suit outlined the impeccably toned body. His pants, tight around his thighs, making creases in all the right places - his cock outlined within the fabric. I swallowed my drink hard and motioned to the bartender for another one.

"Another one Maam?" the bartender replied

"Please, for the love of God, I'm only 30," I thought and nodded. He poured me my favourite drink - straight vodka on the rocks.

"You've had a hard day too huh?" the deep voice asked. I nearly choked. Was he talking to me?

I turned my head over "You and me both.." I replied and raised my glass to him.

We ended up talking and as the night grew longer, our drinks grew stronger and I grew bolder. Dutch courage. I brushed my hands against him at first and he reciprocated with the same. A little teasing began, my shirt had been unbuttoned due to the heat revealing a lacy black bra, and my breasts were peeping through the top of the cup. His shirt was unbuttoned, tie hanging off his broad chest - his white dress shirt pulled up to his sleeve in a messy manner, and jacket hanging on the back of the bar stool. I couldn't help but stare and longly and slowly mentally took his shirt off in my head.

I placed my hand on his upper thighs as he told me a story. I wasn't listening anymore. I was just staring at his lushes lips moving and how I so badly wanted to taste them. I wondered if they tasted as sweet as they looked. It must have been obvious that I was staring because he leaned in to kiss me. It was deep, warm and his tongue played with mine like a snake intertwined. He sucked on my lips and softly bit down on them. I was in ecstasy. My clitoris hardened and my things quivered.

He then placed his warm hands on my thigh, his fingers soon finding them underneath the mini-skirt I was wearing. He slowly moved them up finding the lining to my underwear and tugging at it teasingly. It pulled on my clitoris and I let out a small moan. I quickly looked around to see if the bartender was within earshot.

"Did you want to continue this upstairs to my room?" He asked in a husky voice.

"Yes," I softly answered into his kiss. We couldn't get out of the bar soon enough. In the elevator, he grabbed me close to him and ran his hand all over me, up and down my curves. He found his way underneath my skirt again but this time, he didn't hesitate to find my wet throbbing clitoris waiting for him. He rubbed it with gentle but firm pressure and I nearly came. I quivered. I was dripping and ready.

"Not yet" he whispered in my ear. He continued to play with me, my wetness lubricating. As the elevator dinged to his level. He pulled away and I caught my breath in a moment, just as he grabbed my hand and led me to his front door.

He pulled me inside and had me pinned against the wall. I moaned hard as his hand found its way back onto my pussy, now aching. As he kissed me, he motioned a finger inside me, then two. Going in and out in a steady motion, he was taking his time and torturing me. But I liked it. He began unbuttoning the rest of my shirt to reveal my heaving breasts, and my nipples erect. He saw that as an invitation to start sucking. I moaned in return as his tongue playfully flicked and sucked at the peaks. He grabbed my breast and firmly squeezed them into his mouth. He let out a low growl.

As he threw me on the bed, I sat up on the edge. It was my turn to return the pleasure. He stood before me and held my face in his hands. I looked up at him and slowly undid his belt. His cock was ready to burst out. It was like opening a birthday present. His cock came out at me like a jack in a box. It surprised me. In a good way. My eyes lit up. It was big, long, and juicy. The head was pink and red, dripping with precum. I started licking it softly at first, like eating ice cream I savoured every moment of it. Slowly running my wet lips around it tasting up all the juices dripping. He groaned as I cupped his balls within my hands and ate him up. It was huge. I didn't know I managed to get it all the way in but it tasted delicious and warm. I sucked it up and down with vigour and eagerness like I hadn't eaten for days. He had his hand on the back of my head, my long hair tied up around his hands - helping me motion into him deeper and faster. Listening to him groan made me even wetter.

I wiped my mouth and licked my lips, he scooted me up the bed and pulled down my skirt. He pushed my underwear aside and began with his mouth on my clitoris. I didn't know what to do but grab the pillow to the side of me so I could stop my scream. "No...I want to hear you" he said. He then put his fingers inside me, fucking me hard and fast while his tongue flicked on my clitoris. I lifted my pelvis up to meet his mouth. I was about to come hard and fast. The next thing I knew, I started gushing..... I felt the warm liquid starting to drip down and I panicked. This has never happened to me before. I tried to push him away but he held his mouth closer. Drinking the liquid and sucking every bit of the juices, just like an orange.

"Good girl" he said as I lay there panting.

He then came up to me and gave me a deep kiss, I could taste myself in his mouth. His face was covered with my juices. He reached over and grabbed a condom and ripped it with his mouth. He placed it around his glistening cock as I waited patiently for him, wide eyes. He leaned in for a long deep kiss then his hands caressing my thigh as he firmly thrust into me. I moaned. Loud. The tenderness of my orgasm was still there and I was still quivering and the hard slam to my clitoris made me crumble. He grabbed my ass from the bottom of the bed so that the pressure of his pubic bone me my clitoris and he rode me hard. Pounding into me. I squeezed hard over his cock as I came over and over again, exploding all over his cock. I don't know how many times I came and as he turned me over on all fours and thrust into me, I let out a loud unapologetic moan. He slapped me across the ass, it stung - but it felt good and with a thunderous loud final thurst and a strong groan, he came in me. I could feel his load shooting inside me.

As I detached from him, wet and satiable. I grabbed him closer to me and pushed him down on the bed. I removed the condom from his still-hard cock and out spilled his juices down, glistening. I gladly began cleaning his cock, and greedily licked up all his juices and watched him wince and whither from the sensitivity. I smiled. It didn't turn out boring after all.