Saying Goodbye To My Boyfriend

This summer I went to stay at my (now-ex) boyfriend's house for a few days. Outside term time he lives really far away so it was a pretty big deal getting to go see him. Before I arrived my boyfriend warned me we would have to sleep in separate beds (me in his, him on the sofa downstairs). The thought of this depressed me slightly as I liked nothing more than to snuggle up to him, and him rub my back (amongst other places) before we fell asleep. Each night after a big day out he would come up to say goodnight to me and we would have a big lingering kiss before he went downstairs again. His house was pretty small and creaky. I had hoped for him to sneak into my room after his parents had gone to bed but the walls were as thin as paper, and they were on the other side of it. By the end of the week, I was really horny and starting to get really frustrated. After 'the last supper,' I went upstairs to pack my suitcase and my boyfriend came to 'help'. As you can imagine we didn't do much packing. After a while, we began to have a little kiss on the bed. I lowered my hand to his crotch and began to rub. Instantly his cock got semi-hard. I love doing this to a guy, especially in public places. He lowered his head into my ample cleavage, pulling my tits out of the little dress I had worn. One of the best feelings in the world is having a guy suck on my nips, and this occasion was like no other. Awkwardly I undid his belt and jeans; by this point he was thrusting his hips up towards me. Yanking them down I felt the familiar heat that accumulates between the bottom of his back and his jockeys. Bending down, I kneeled on the floor, whilst he lay, watching me on that creaky single bed. Taking his cock out I kissed it lovingly and began to lick the pre-cum up, then suck. As my sucking got harder and faster, he removed one of the hands he had stroking my hair, and lifted up the back of my dress, and pulled down my tights to feel the cotton material of my panties, tracing his fingers along my slit, which with its wetness, was sticking to the cotton. Pulling the panties to a side, he began to furiously finger my hole. It felt so good that I lost track of what I was doing, and I began to buck against his fingers and moan, my tits protruding out my low cut dress. He kept going, finger-f'ing me into ecstacy until we heard a creak outside the door. Removing his fingers, my panties snapping back, he pulled up his jeans and we went downstairs with my suitcase. His whole family were sitting in the lounge, directly below our fun. I suspect they heard, but they didn't say a word. On my train journey back after saying a slightly tearful goodbye to my boyfriend, I enjoyed the smell of his cock on my left hand for the 4 hour journey home.