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A really Dirty Weekend.

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Julia6 Posted on: 18 Sep 2006 1 comments
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We managed to get away for a few days holiday. I booked a B&B and off we set. Well not quite. I took much longer getting packed and organised than I should and we were a bit late starting. Lunch was nice, a country pub that hubby knew from his travels. Afterwards, despite the wonders of modern navigation we took a wrong road and got tied up in some road works. We did get back on track eventually but were a little tetchy with each other to say the least.We approached our destination and found a charming Fish and Chip restaurant where we at last started to relax and smile. There was even an opportunity for some flirtation and discrete groping. On returning to the car we kissed to complete the reconciliation. I slipped off my panties and raised my skirt enough to allow access during the final few miles to our B&B. Luckily the technology worked and announced our destination outside the farm which was to be our home for the next few days.The couple there were very welcoming and escorted us to a large airy bedroom overlooking their lovely garden. Things were looking up!Even though there was a lounge available we decided to stay in the bedroom. I got naked and found my negligee whilst hubby uncovered a flask of malt whisky. Several glasses later we were both feeling very mellow; at last we were both relaxed, relaxed as a newt possibly. I quietly whispered in his ear "Let me lick your bottom". I got a towel from the bathroom and on my return he was kneeling on the bed, cheeks held open. Reaching round to hold his penis my tongue began its gentle exploration. If you are going to do it do it well and I really licked it, deep and dirty. After a while he was ready to explode and I could feel the semen pound through his hard cock as I milked him onto the towel with my tongue in as deep as I could get.We both fell back onto the bed. He kissed me thank you and I lay on his shoulder, content. I awoke to find his face between my spread thighs, just his lips over my clit moving gently. I put my hands over my head and swam in that lovely tide but the wave just was not there."Sorry but I need to pee""Its OK, I'm thirsty""Are you sure?""Please"Moments later he was on his back on the bathroom floor, hi head nicely cushioned, and I was crouching over him. This is a wondrous act of love, better to be taken slowly. I opened my nether lips and gently made first contact with his mouth. His tongue just out I moved myself until I could feel him at that hidden open. I don't think there is any more exposed position and you must reach into your mind to turn off all those inhibitions built up over the years.We try to do this slowly and so I must release just a little and then stop, to be repeated as often as we can. The first trickle always surprises us both and I stop. I tell him I love him and then a little more. This time more control and a gentle dribble fills his mouth. A gulp, a little more, and then his hands pull me on to him harder. I still go slowly but it is more difficult as the sheer depravity and love of the moment starts the flow of my tears.Crying I feel him pull me to him more and finally my control is lost. My orgasm takes me and he has to manage a flood of second hand whisky. He does this well with surprisingly little spillage. Slowly I recover and stand, pulling him to an embrace. We kiss deeply and I drag him to the bed.With my head on his tummy I direct his hand to his lovely erection and he complies. His hand dances along it and soon I am treated to a close up of his second ejaculation of the evening. I take it in my mouth as it subsides, bud like into itself.Content I close my eyes and feel him cover us with a duvet and so I slip into a dreamless sleep.As morning breaks he takes me. The sun, with its promise for the day, lights the sweat on our flesh as he pounds into me, my legs on his shoulders. My hands are on his buttocks to encourage a further release into the very depths of me. As his climax takes him I feel content and complete. This time he sleeps on my breast and I lay awake thinking of the day to come.I have my shower and, still wet, kiss him awake and push him towards the bathroom, wriggling away from his caress. I dry my hair and slip on some stockings, with a belt. He smiles appreciatively as he emerges and gets dressed as I do my makeup. When he is ready I slip on a light dress, my only covering, and we go down to breakfast.