Six Stories Over Piccadilly

This is the follow on posting to my previous one "Spurtin' For Frannie." Well I flew with great trepidation to London. My mind was filled with wild imaginings of dire scenarios. But as it turned out, the whole trip was really pretty uneventful. Frannie met me at the airport and we rode the Tube back together to Piccadilly Circus in Soho where I had booked a room on the sixth floor of a large economy hotel there. It turned out that after we'd met each other in person. Frannie and I weren't really very attracted to each other or very comfortable with each other. We did try to have sex with each other quite a few times over the course of my week-long stay, but none of our sessions was very satisfying to either of us. I won't describe every little thing we did, but I remember on the first night there, Frannie asked me to "show her how it was done." I'd been talking to her for months about how much I looked forward to jerking off for her, and this was the real thing. I think she was sitting behind me on the bed, watching over my shoulder. I jerked myself off in short order and she was duly appreciative. It was pleasant, gratifying, but no more. The two monst intense orgasms I had later on that week were by jerking off and by fellatio. I had been trying, unsuccessfully, to cum (I just didn't have enough passion to overcome the tourniquet effect of the condoms) while fucking Frannie doggie style. The bed in my room was tiny and rickety, so I'd pulled the thin mattress down onto the floor, and that's where we were. Frannie said she liked it from behind because it gave her deeper penetration. Anyway, I had to give up and pulled out. We sat facing each on the opposite ends of the mattress. Frannie suggested I jerk myself off. I was a little disgusted with being reduced to this, but "any port in a storm" as they say. Frannie was naked except for a sweatshirt that she wore because she was self concious about her large and somewhat shapeless tits. I closed my eyes and started stroking. When I opened them, I saw that Frannie was fingering herself in a very shy and sensual way. I watched her middle finger slowly slide in and out between her softly furred pussy lips and then looked up at her bashful innocent looking face, and this really set me off. I started jerking very quickly and forcefully and soon thrust my hips forward and shot a huge load high in the air between us. It was wonderful and very intense. The other time was when Frannie had been sucking on me. I enjoyed the sensations, but I've rarely been able to cum while being sucked off. Frannie loved to suck on me. I think she saw it as some kind of a great practice opportunity. Also, I think she was a fairly oral person. Anyway, Frannie got a little tired of it and let my cock fall out of her mouth. So I started jerking it. We were somewhat comfortable with each other at this point, and we were just talking together about other things while I stroked myself. I felt myself getting ready to come so I told her, "If you want to find out what a man's cum tastes like, start sucking me now!" She jumped down and quickly took the head my cock into her mouth while I kept on stroking the shaft and I soon rewarded her with a big mouthful of jizz. It was very intense: her tongue swirling around my cockhead and her eager sucking made me squirm around with great delight. We had to leave right after that, and I remember Frannie asking me to buy her a soda, presumably to wash the taste out of her mouth. But the soda machine on my floor was broken and she had to do without. Poor dear. At the time I thought that Frannie was fairly inexperienced because that's what she'd been telling me, and it wasn't too hard to believe because she was somewhat unattractive. But in hindsight, remembering her cunt, how big and open it was, I think she was filling me full of shit on that score. I flew to London to see Frannie one more time a few months later and I booked a much better room at a hotel at Marble Arch. The sex was basically more of the same. By that time her brith control pills were finally in effect and I was able to fuck her bareback to a satisfying conclusion on one occasion. I had to jack myself off first, and then when I felt myself getting ready to cum, I mounted her and had a very nice rousing finale, shooting my load deep up inside her big soft belly. Frannie got tired of me after that and dumped me. It was painful for me since I'd become sort of addicted to her. But I now realize the main reason she encouraged me to come to London for that first week was just to impress her little school friends, several of whom I met during that week. Frannie had a reputation among her schoolmates as a wild and crazy girl, and she certainly lived up to it by finagling a trans-Atlantic visit from me. She didn't tell all her friends that she planned to sleep with me, but I think they all suspected as much. At that time she was in what they call the Fifth Form, which corresponds to being a Junior in High School here in the US. Oh, and as for the phone sex I had with Frannie, it was good but not great. Usually I could sense that Frannie wasn't really into it, so it ended up being very rushed and forced. The best thing about that was that I always felt a lot more talkative after I'd cum, which was nice. I wonder how many other people experience that. I had another torrid online relationship with a British girl living in Plymouth named Cherise a few years later. I'll write that up for another posting.