When I first moved to London, I managed to find a not-too-expensive room in Earl’s Court. It was a bit small, but the neighbours were fairly quiet (apart from some Aussies downstairs) and it was handy for the tube. The first summer I was there, a couple of girls introduced me to the Proms concerts in the Royal Albert Hall, which was only 20 minutes walk away. I’d always quite liked classical music, and the concerts were incredibly cheap, as long as you didn’t mind standing in the arena. I went to quite a few concerts over the summer, and managed to get an arena ticket for the famous Last Night, which promised to be great fun.
For those who don’t know, standing places in the arena are unreserved, so it’s always a good idea to get there early and join the queue if you want to get a good place – especially for the Last Night. It was a lovely warm late summer’s afternoon, and I was lucky enough to find myself queuing next to a rather good-looking girl. Naturally enough, I started chatting to her to pass the time.
Over the next hour or so, I found out quite a lot about her. Her name was Jo; she was a student at the Royal College of Art; she had stayed down in London for a few weeks after term ended to go to as many concerts as possible. She had then gone back to Yorkshire to see her parents for a few weeks, but had come back for the Last Night concert, and was staying for the night with her sister in a hotel on the north side of Hyde Park. Her sister wasn’t so keen on classical music, but had welcomed the opportunity to come to London to hit the shops.
“Have you been to the Last Night before?” she asked. “I haven’t, but someone told me it can get pretty warm in there, what with all the TV lights and stuff”.
“I haven’t either” I admitted, “but I decided not to dress up. You look very nice, though”.
And she did too – in a long, brightly-coloured Monsoon frock that hung attractively over her curvaceous body. And what was more, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her large, firm tits didn’t really need any artificial support, and it was rather hard to keep my eyes from her attractive décolletage.
“You don’t think it might be a bit revealing?” she said with a smile. I’m sure she noticed the direction of my admiring glances – thank goodness she didn’t seem inclined to take offence. She gave a little wiggle, which caused her tits to wobble delightfully.
“No complaints from me” I said, seeing no reason to pretend otherwise. “Just don’t jump up and down too much during “Land of Hope and Glory”. One bounce too many and you’ll give the orchestra leader a coronary”.
“Cheeky!” Jo replied “At least I’d make sure I got on TV”.
When the doors opened, it was natural for us to stick together, and we managed to get a good spot in the arena, central and quite close to the front. As it was, Jo managed to avoid coming out of her dress, but only just, and several times I found myself distracted by the sight of her delightful breasts jiggling up and down during the more lively pieces of audience participation. Once when she bent over to pick up a flag, the front of her dress gaped open and I got an excellent view of her large pinkish nipples. My cock stirred at the sight, and I hurriedly went back to concentrating on the music before Jo or anyone else noticed; or so I thought. But I had a hunch that Jo was well aware of what she was doing, and was deliberately giving me as many chances as possible to get a good look at her tits.
As we were leaving after the concert, I was wondering how to suggest to Jo that we could perhaps keep in touch; I thought I’d like to get to know her a little better. Then I saw a group of people I knew gathering on the steps at the back of the hall. It was still very warm on this late summer evening, and they obviously weren’t in a hurry to get home.
“Hey, David” one of them shouted. “We’ve still got some champagne and nibbles left – come and have some!”
“Do you fancy a quick drink before you get back to your hotel?” I asked Jo.
“Well, I don’t want to be too late” she said, “or my sister will wonder where I’ve got to. But if I text her so she knows I’m ok, perhaps I’ll just have the one”.
Of course, “Just the one” became “Just one more very quick one then”, and soon our best intentions were forgotten. For most of the group, this was the last time they would all be together until the First Night next July, and as always it felt like an end-of-term party which no-one really wanted to end. Because it was such a warm night it was well after midnight when the party finally broke up and people drifted off, with many cries of farewell and promises to keep in touch.
“Sorry about that” I said to Jo. “I shouldn’t have made you stay so long”.
“Hey, that’s ok” she replied. “I’m a big girl, I know what I’m doing. In any case, the hotel’s only just the other side of the park; I can get a taxi from here.”
The two of us wandered up towards the front of the Royal Albert Hall to try and pick up a taxi. There wasn’t one in sight, but Jo didn’t seem too bothered. “It’s a nice warm night, and I don’t feel tired now” she decided “I think I’ll just walk it. If I cut across the Park, I’ll be as good as there in half an hour. And it’ll be cheaper than a cab at this time on a Saturday night”.
“Ok, but there’s no way I’m letting you walk by yourself at this time of night” I said gallantly, while actually feeling glad of the chance to spend a bit more time in her company, and thinking I might even get a goodnight kiss at the end of it.
Of course, when we crossed the road to Kensington Gardens all the gates were locked. “We’ll have to take the road through by Hyde Park, over the bridge” I suggested, but Jo had other ideas.
“Hmm, I suppose so” she said, “but I can remember shinning over the railings once before – there’s an easy spot on the corner by the big gates”.
“But I bet you didn’t have a frock like that on”, I pointed out.
“Perhaps not, but let’s give it a go” she said determinedly.
Which was how we found ourselves down by the big gates opposite the Royal College of Art. “It’s easy” decided Jo, “just don’t look”, and she suddenly hitched up her loose frock and tied it in a knot around her waist. This gave me a smashing view of a rather fetching pair of little red lace panties, an enjoyable treat which would have been shared with anyone else who happened to be passing. Jo put one shapely leg on the top of the low wall and grabbed the railings; she pulled herself half up, but then hung there, swaying. “Oh bugger this dress” she complained, “I just need a leg up…Come on, give us a hand”. So I grabbed hold of her right foot with one hand, and gingerly supported the bare flesh of her left thigh, soft and warm, with the other. I heaved her up, trying not to get too distracted by the sight of her nicely-rounded bottom just in front of my face, her cheeks barely covered by the red panties. As I breathed in, I smelt the warm musky scent of her sex, which sent a shiver of desire through my loins.
With a little squeak, Jo got first one leg and then the other onto the top of the railings; for a second she tottered precariously on the top, then half jumped and half fell over onto the grass on the other side. She lay on her back giggling and panting with exertion at the same time, with her frock still up around her waist. Her panties had become slightly twisted, and I could see some of her pubic hair peeping out of the side. If any policemen had been passing, they would probably have been too busy laughing to arrest us, but even so I didn’t want to hang around.
“Come on, chuck over the bag” Jo said, and to my slight disappointment un-knotted her frock and smoothed it down over her legs again. I handed her the bag and scrambled over myself, rather more elegantly and without showing off any underwear.
We cut across the park towards the Serpentine. It was indeed a lovely warm late summer’s night. The temperature hadn’t really dropped at all since the sun went down, and there was enough of a moon to light our way between the trees. I was slightly nervous in case we met anybody else, but that part of the park seemed empty apart from ourselves. Even the usual squirrels had long since turned in for the night, although a solitary owl hooted in one of the trees as we walked underneath.
The long grass brushed against Jo’s legs under her dress, and she paused to take off her shoes. “These aren’t really meant for a route march” she said. “Besides, I like the feel of the grass.” She put the shoes in the cool-bag she was still carrying.
“This bag’s a bit heavy” she moaned.
“That’ll be that last bottle of champagne you offered to finish off” I reminded her.
“Now you come to mention it, it seems a bit of a shame to take it all the way home again” she said. “It’s a nice warm night still - how would it be if we finished it off now?”
We found a good spot in the long, dry grass, and flopped down with relief. “It’s still jolly warm” said Jo, flapping the front of her frock. “Not as bad as it was inside though.” One of the straps of her dress had slipped off her shoulder, revealing a bit more of her left boob.
I was trying hard not to stare, although I’m sure she was well aware that I was finding it hard to keep my eyes off her body. She had just the sort of figure that I find attractive; not too skinny, but with a flat stomach that she must have worked hard to maintain, and firm breasts that filled out her dress nicely. For the first time I began seriously to imagine my cock in her pussy, and the thought sent a warm flush of excitement though me.
Settling down on the grass, she adjusted her dress up over her knees, letting it ride up her legs a little more and showing an attractive length of bare thigh, while making no effort to adjust her wayward shoulder strap. None of this went unnoticed by me, and I couldn’t help imagining sliding her dress further up her legs and caressing the tops of her thighs. This thought made me feel even hotter than I already was, and I tried to take my mind off Jo’s body by taking the champagne out of the cool-bag, opening it as deftly as I could manage in the circumstances, and filling two of the plastic champagne flutes which my friends had brought with them.
“See if that cools you down” I said, handing her a flute. “It’s still pretty cold, considering”.
“Thanks” said, Jo, and took a sip, smiling at me.
I think both of us were suddenly aware that the situation was at that crucial point of equilibrium where it could tip in either of two directions: we could drink our champagne and go on home, or end up fucking then and there on the grass. But one of us was going to have to make the critical move; and Jo must have decided it might as well be her.
With a further smile, she dipped her fingers into the glass and shook some droplets of bubbly down her cleavage. As the cool champagne dribbled down over her skin, I could tell that the point of no return had been passed. “That’s better” she giggled; “Nice and cool”.
“Would you like some more?” I asked, and flicked some more champagne over the exposed part of her chest, trying not to get too much on her frock.
“Ooo, lovely”, she said, and pulled open the top of her dress to let the liquid run over her lovely boobs. Somehow the other strap had slipped down too, and quite a lot of her smooth mounds were now visible. I even caught just a glimpse of the top of the pink aureole round her left nipple. I began to feel rather aroused.
“Mind you, it seems a shame to waste it” I said.
“True enough” Jo said, and held out her glass for a top-up.
“That wasn’t quite what I had in mind” I said, and looked her in the eye, giving her the chance to back off if she wanted to. But she met my gaze and gave me an encouraging smile, as if she guessed and approved of what I had in mind. I leant over and with my tongue licked the first drops off the top of her boobs. She let out a little sigh of pleasure as I ran my tongue over the bare flesh, flicking it down into her cleavage where the champagne had run. I just nuzzled at the top of her frock, edging my tongue under the material.
“Oh, oh, that’s good” she breathed softly. “But some of the champagne has run right down onto my stomach. Can’t you get at that as well?”
She wriggled her shoulders a little, and let the straps slip further down her arms. The top of her dress slipped down even further over the tops of her breasts, so that it was only their smooth globes that were stopping it from dropping right down. I could now see the tan-lines across her smooth flesh, the light tan of the top of her boobs giving way to the paler skin normally covered by her swimsuit. Leaning across, I gently eased the material over her nipples, and Jo sighed as she felt the warm air on her bare breasts, her sensitive nipples already starting to harden. I licked at the rivulets of sticky champagne that had run down between them.
“Oh Christ, David, please suck on my tits” whispered Jo. She picked up her glass and tipped the entire contents over her breasts, the liquid running down over them and dripping off onto her dress, now crumpled around her waist. I pushed her back onto the grass and took her tits in my hands, caressing the nipples until they stood out stiffly. I buried my face between the mounds, licking and sucking, nibbling round her nipples and making the nerve endings on her pink aureoles stand on end as she wriggled and squirmed with excitement. She let out a series of little squeaks and gasps of pleasure as I stimulated her, alternating rough assaults on her erect nipples with gentle tickles with my lips, and fluttering my hands ever so lightly over the bare flesh of her breasts, hardly touching them. I kissed her hard on the mouth, our tongues interlocking so she could taste the champagne that I had licked off her body.
Jo was breathing heavily now, and obviously starting to feel very aroused herself. She rubbed at her pussy through her dress, stimulating her clit through her panties, starting her juices flowing. She rolled me over and sat up on my thighs, pulling her frock up around her waist so I could see those red lacy panties again, now distinctly moist around the crotch. She unbuttoned my shirt and nibbled at my own nipples. I played again with her gorgeous breasts, as she began to undo my belt and trousers, groping for my prick, which was now very erect. By wriggling about a bit she managed to pull both my trousers and my briefs off, and took hold of my erection, which was now at its full 7-inches in length and throbbing excitedly.
“Now it’s your turn to cool down” she said, and picked up the whole bottle and dribbled a stream of champagne all over my prick. Usually so much cold liquid would have caused it to wilt rather quickly, but no sooner was it wet than Jo had taken it into her mouth and begun to suck off the cold champagne. Her warm lips moved down my stiff shaft, her agile tongue tickling around my sensitive knob, concentrating on the sensitive edge of the helmet, bringing me the edge of ejaculation, before sucking me deeper into her throat. She then withdrew me slowly and licked around the base of my prick, sucking the champagne from where it had run down into my pubic hair and over my sticky balls.
She pumped my cock gently with her hand, releasing a salty dribble of pre-cum, which she licked off my purple knob. “Even better than the champagne” she murmured, rubbing my rock-hard erection against her cheek and inhaling its scent. Her tongue tickled over the little slit and round the head again.
By this time, I was all too close to cumming. While it would have been great to cover her face and tits with great coils of my sticky cum, I wasn’t ready for that yet.
Now it was my turn to roll Jo over onto her back. Her dress was still around her waist, and I pushed my fingers underneath her red panties. I could feel her hot pussy lips, and as I gently parted them with my fingers I felt how very wet she was. I slipped first one, then two fingers up inside her slit. She humped her groin up against my hand, trying to push my fingers deeper inside her sticky passage.
“Oh yes, I’m so wet for you” she gasped. I began to pull at her panties, and she raised her bottom to make it easier for them to slide over her hips. She had trimmed the hair from around her labia, leaving a neat little bush at the top of her mound, and I buried my nose in the wiry fuzz, tickling her clit with my tongue. She began to shake with excitement as I sucked on the hard little nubbin of flesh, playing the same tricks as she had with my cock; alternately sucking it into my mouth; tickling around the edges with my lips; then flicking my tongue backwards and forwards over it as fast as I could. She grabbed my hair with her hands as I took her to the very brink of orgasm before teasingly pulling away.
“Oh you bastard!” she gasped “I want to cum, let me cum!”
“All in good time” I promised, reaching for the champagne bottle, which still had a couple of inches of liquid left in it. Jo shamelessly spread her legs wide, spreading her labia with her fingers so her pink hole gaped open. I gently poured the champagne over her whole pubic mound, so it ran down between her legs, and then splashed the rest of it onto her gaping slit, letting some of it run into her hole.
“Oooo, I can feel that right inside me!” Jo giggled. “Come on then, lick it out of me!”
I didn’t need to be asked twice, and began again to lick at her slit. The champagne was already mixed with Jo’s own pussy juices, and I slurped a lot of it down, enjoying the taste. I licked round her labia, gently sucking first one lip then the other into my mouth, as she moaned with pleasure.
My prick was very hard still, and it was obvious where it was going to go. I surfaced from Jo’s cunt and kissed her hard on the mouth, letting her taste her own juices. My throbbing erection hung over her pubic mound. Teasingly, I allowed the purple head to tickle around her clit and pussy. She didn’t resist, but grabbed my prick with her hand and positioned it over her slit.
“Oh yes, David, fuck me” she whispered, holding my knob at the entrance to her slit.
For a brief moment it nudged at her moist pussy lips, then parted them and slipped inside.
“Yes oh yes” Jo breathed, and met my thrust with one of her own, burying me deep inside her. I pumped slowly in and out, trying to prolong the pleasure for us both, almost withdrawing after each stroke, so her tender labial lips closed and then parted to admit my engorged knob with every thrust. Jo was already very aroused, and the sensation of her vagina successively being emptied and then filled soon caused her to orgasm vigorously with loud moans of satisfaction. Her cries of pleasure soon brought me near to my climax, and I began to thrust faster in and out of her warm slit, finally sending spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum deep into her vagina.
I let my still throbbing cock slip out of her wet hole, and held her in my arms as we kissed again, enjoying the feel of her warm breasts heaving against my chest as she brought her breathing back to normal. She ran her fingers through the hairs on my chest.
“That was so good” she said. “And I’d really, really like to do it again with you – and soon. But perhaps we’d better get a move on now”.
She pulled her frock back up over her breasts, slipping the straps back over her shoulders, not bothering with any underwear this time. She picked up her still moist panties and gave them to me.
“Just a little souvenir” she said. I sniffed at the scent of her pussy, sweet and musky, and stuffed them into my pocket.
More by luck than judgement, we found the pedestrian gates were open at Lancaster Gate on the north side of the park, and I walked Jo the short distance to her hotel in Sussex Gardens. We kissed long and hard on the steps.
“I’d invite you up, but I don’t think my sister’s ready for a threesome!” she said. “But when I’m back in London next month, I’d like to pick up from where we left off.”
“I’ll hold you to that” I said.
“Don’t worry,” she relied “I’m not likely to forget an evening like this - I can still feel your cum inside my pussy! But some of it’s starting to dribble out – I’d better go and clean up!” She lifted her dress up, and I could see trails of sticky white ejaculate oozing down her inner thighs.
And with a last cheeky smile she was inside the hotel. But I had a feeling that I was going to enjoy that autumn.
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