Marga looked out of the bus at the loveliest sunrise she could remember seeing. The star was rising, a deep, bloody red and around it the sky was every shade of orange, blue and white.
‘Like a burst hymen,’ she thought to herself, then thought, ‘Eewww! Gross!” with a giggle.
Marga was back on the market, having decided that her recent lesbian affair with Isobela, while enjoyable, was not something she could commit to long-term. She and Isobela had agreed to part ways. As she sat on the bus to Paris thinking of Bella, her thoughts turned to cunnilingus. She began to imagine Bella’s tongue between her legs, and the jolting of the vehicle made itself felt around her privates, and she began to feel horny. Oh, she could really go for a good licking right now. Her crotch grew moist, and she cursed her circumstances, sitting on a packed city bus surrounded by people, where touching herself was out of the question.
She could always…yes, it would kill two birds with one stone. She could arrange a hook-up for tonight, relieve her frustration and help her let go of Bella. Marga pulled out her phone and opened Tinder.
*
Martin was a cool guy. He wore a shiny white t-shirt and cut jeans shorts for their date. He had a stringy, wispy beard and a moustache. He told her he was an actor who had just landed a role in a popular French soap.
“So, what brings you to Paris?” Martin asked. He spoke English very well, clearly finding it easier than Marga did.
“I had some birthday money to spend. And…breakup.”
“Ah. Sorry to hear that.”
“I wouldn’t have been on Tinder if I was devastated.”
“Were you together long?”
“No. Three months. Summer fling.”
“Well, you know what they say. You have to get right back on the bike,” and he gave a flirtatious wink.
That night, Marga took Martin back to her hotel room.
*
Marga knelt on the bed, making out with Martin, and enjoying him fondling her breasts through her bra. She looked down at his trousers. Clearly, he was good and ready. Martin was firmer than Bella had been in the way he pinched her nipples and gripped her breast, more assertive in controlling the kiss.
He paused to pull off his t-shirt. Rather scrawny torso, she thought. She would have preferred more muscles. But it was good to smell a man’s body again. She bared her breasts for him.
“Mmmm, what nice breasts you have!” Martin purred.
“Thank you!” she said, smiling.
“I bet your ex-boyfriend misses these,” he said with a grin.
“Actually,” Marga said with a giggle, “I broke up with a girl!”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It was a bit of a shock to me, to be honest. We met in English class. I’d…been with men before. But it just, sort of happened. In fact,” she said, looking down with a frown, “Now you mention it, it’s been a year since I’ve had sex with a man. I think they say in English, cock hungry?”
Martin laughed.
“So, shall I get it out then?”
“I think that would be a good idea!”
Martin removed the rest of his clothing, and Marga quickly followed suit.
Her hand reached eagerly for his penis, which was ample, a good seven-incher, and she felt Martin reach between her legs. Marga found he employed a pleasant circling motion with his fingers, clearly practiced at pleasuring a woman. He brushed her clit gently but did not neglect other areas of her pussy. Marga gently pulled his cock up and down, getting reacquainted with how a hard one felt in her hands. She looked it over, intrigued by the way the veins were so prominent now he was hard and the way the skin peeled up and down.
She decided to return the compliment.
“You have a nice dick,” she told him, rubbing the top a little.
“Thank you!”
“Are you ready? Can we put on the condom and go?”
Martin readily agreed, although he had been hoping she might blow him a little first. He felt Marga’s eyes on his cock as he rolled the condom on.
Marga thought of Bella as she rolled onto her back to open her legs. She recalled the sweet tickle as her lover’s tongue went to work. She did sort of miss Bella; she had to admit it.
But this was no time to be nostalgic. Martin was tapping his penis at her slit. Like a door knocker, he tapped her again and again.
“Enter!” she said, and they both laughed out loud.
Martin pressed firmly for entry, and Marga felt her vagina welcome his penis like an old friend as it popped into her. He thrust it into her, and she closed her eyes, letting him build up his stroke. He found a good rhythm. Marga was loving this, even if she wasn’t ready to come yet.
They kissed often as Martin thrust into her. Martin supported himself with one arm, caressing her breasts alternately with his free hand. Marga rubbed his back with her hands, occasionally running fingers through his hair.