They had spent the best part of a fortnight in constant contact. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but hey, she was the one who was attached, not him. It had taken a week of catching each others’ eye, shy smiles and subtle touches for it to happen, but happen it had.
As they’d stumbled out of that remote country bar, suddenly realising they were alone, their eyes had met again and both succumbed to the feelings of passion, desire and longing. And there was lust.
Fiona was aware of the pulsing bulge that pressed against her, and Gary could sense the faint aroma of arousal that filled his nostrils as he held her hips closely. The heat of their mouths as they moved in unison, her tongue swirling effortlessly in his mouth, sending shivers down his spine as the fragrance of her shampoo left him intoxicated in her aura.
Fiona had a long-term boyfriend. The pair agreed that on returning home from the surreal atmosphere of the west of Ireland , they would speak no more of their encounter. Their minds had come to this decision, their bodies were to dictate otherwise.
* * *
Gary had woken to a message from Fiona every morning for the past week. Since they had come home, they had tried their best to stay away from each other, but as both attended the same university it was almost impossible, and the sight of her long blonde hair framing those deep blue eyes stirred his erotic urges like nothing ever had before.
This morning was no different. Indeed he had spent the dying embers of the previous night thinking of how she felt in his arms, her pert breasts pressing against his chest, the feeling of her soft ass in his hands, the subtle movement of her pelvis against his, her hand on the side of his face sending tingles over his body. He had closed his eyes and imagined how it would feel to slowly undress her, taking in her beauty with every inch of her that he revealed.
He imagined how her legs would feel sliding over his, wrapped around him, her moans and whimpers as he pushed his hard throbbing cock inside her, her breathing sharpen as the intensity of their thrusts rose, her hard nipples protruding from her shaking breasts as she came hard on his cock, and he had masturbated to climax with these thoughts swimming in his head.
Opening his phone, he viewed this morning’s text.
“think im a wee bit early for class L bored!hows u?x”
Barely thinking about it, he keyed his reply.
“im ok, just getting up! ur welcome round for a cup of tea if you’re bored!x”
Rising, he made his way to the bathroom, where he tried to let the hot water of the shower blast away any guilt he was feeling. It wasn’t his fault. He was doing nothing wrong. It was up to her really. All the age-old excuses a man on the brink of an affair with an attached woman usually wheels out. Stepping out, he wrapped the towel around him and made his way back to his room.
He lifted his phone. The moisture from his hand steamed the screen and made it difficult to read, but he could make out Fiona’s reply.
“not sure wer ur house is, can you meet me at the top of the street?x”
Glancing at the message details, he noticed she had only just sent it. Collecting his clothes from the floor, he hastily dressed, briefly pausing to look in the mirror, before heading downstairs and out the door.
The bright sun attacked his eyes and he was almost at the end of the street before they had adjusted. Just in time to see Fiona.
Dressed in black skinny jeans and a green top, coupled with little green shoes to match. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, her little red lips smiled as she spotted him. Only her eyes remained hidden, behind large sunglasses. Gary stood almost speechless. He had to muster his composure to greet her with a hug.
“Well! You found the street anyway?”
“Yeah, sure I knew it was this one.”
They began to walk towards his house, engaged in the idle chatter that had characterised their previous encounter. As they made their way along the street Gary noticed Fiona’s body edging closer to his. He shivered a little as his breath almost escaped him. Entering the house, he put on the kettle, returning to sit with Fiona on the sofa.
“What time do you have class?” he offered meekly.
“Ah not for a few hours, time enough for tea!”
“Always time for tea…”
The conversation ground to a halt. It was obvious they had no more interest in tea than they had in wallpapering the room. Fiona sighed.
“What are we going to do?”
“About what? Sure it’s sorted, we know we can’t see each other any more.”
Gary knew he was speaking hollow words. He was almost ashamed of the growing bulge in his jeans. Fiona had taken off her sunglasses now and the beauty of her blue eyes was boring a hole through his chest and right into his heart. The intensity of her gaze almost blew him away.
“Then why am I here Gary ?”
She shifted closer to him. Their faces just inches apart now, her blue eyes entwining with his. Drifting closer. Gary involuntarily licked his lips. He could feel her breath on his mouth, smell her, almost taste her. The kettle was beginning to boil, the rumbling of water growing louder. The pair remained locked in their entranced state. His mouth hovered over hers. Their eyes closed. Gary felt that feeling he had first felt in his teens, the desire washing over him, the kiss taking control of his body. The kettle squealed its readiness and their lips met, slowly kissing each other.
It was a deep kiss, their mouths interlocking, her soft lips caressing his. He raised his hand and ran it through her hair. She kissed more firmly as he felt her sharp intake of breath. Cupping her face in his hand he began to kiss her passionately. Briefly they broke off, staring into each others’ eyes, the fire of lust kindled and burning inside them.
Fiona leant in, kissing him again, firmer, more urgently. Gary shifted in his seat to move closer to her, they were now almost lying side by side. His hand now began to move up and down her arm. He became aware of the goosebumps breaking out on her arm and a little moan escaped her lips. Resting his hand gently on her lower stomach, he felt her shudder a little, her lips seeking his passionately.
Teasingly, she pulled away a little, rubbing her wet lips around his. Gary shivered in pleasure and felt his cock begin to throb, the swelling feeling beginning to engulf it. He slowly slipped his hand underneath her top, feeling her warm skin break out in more goosebumps at his touch. Fiona whimpered a little and her body trembled once again. Tracing his fingertips over her soft skin made her shift a little and kiss him harder.
Gary tilted her head back and began to kiss her neck, softly and lovingly. Fiona let a low moan out of her mouth.
Gary ’s cock sprang at her murmured verdict of pleasure, and he began to kiss, lick and nibble his way around Fiona’s neck. He became aware of her nipples through her top and gently slid his hand up to caress them, meeting with her approval; a further moan which made his cock almost spring from his jeans. He was now fully erect and could feel a dampness that could only be precum. Unsure how Fiona would react to anything further, he slid his hand painfully slowly down her thigh.
A gasp of pleasure lit up his ears as he began to caress her thigh. Kissing him again, cupping his head with both her hands, Fiona was becoming more urgent. Her hair was by now a little tousled, which only served to increase Gary ’s arousal as his hand edged its way along her thigh. Fiona was gradually parting her legs.
Sensing this, Gary moved his hand further along and in one sweeping movement, moved it between her legs, effectively cupping her crotch in it. Fiona gasped and pressed hard against his hand. Gary now ground his hand against her determined thrusts. He could feel her heat against it, and shuddered as he felt her hand begin to move down his chest towards the cock that was silently screaming to be set free of the confines of his jeans. She began to caress it through them. He let out a guttural moan of approval.
They continued to kiss, eyes closed, as if by seeing each other they might break the spell of lust that gripped them. Gary could now feel Fiona’s juices beginning to ooze through the material of her black skinny jeans. He reached his hand up and unbuttoned them, sliding the zip down. Fiona repeated the action on his own jeans. All the while still kissing, they worked each others’ jeans down slightly.
Cupping his hand around her crotch, Gary noticed that Fiona’s knickers were soaked through and as he pressed more juices oozed through. He began to pull on them as she wriggled her pert little ass out of the panties. Fiona kicked off her jeans and knickers and opened her legs widely now. Gary accepted her invitation and slid a finger from the bottom of her pussy lips right to the top, slowly. He could feel her tensing as he worked his way up, before he reached and began to rub her clit. Fiona gasped and writhed.
“Oooh fuck…” she whimpered, tilting her head back and allowing him to smother her neck in kisses. Reaching down, she unbuttoned Gary ’s boxers and released his throbbing cock. The cool air washed over it before she wrapped her hand around it. Gary groaned deeply and slid two fingers inside her dripping cunt. He began to finger her hard as she worked her hand around his aching cock. Both had their eyes closed in concentration.
Gary could feel Fiona’s tight pussy gripping his fingers hard and slid them in and out with ease, her juices almost covering his hand. Her velvet touch was making him groan loudly, and her own breath was being pushed from her mouth quickly and erratically. Gary felt Fiona’s hilt begin to rise slowly, her breathing momentarily ease, before her pussy pulsed around his fingers, her hips began to buck wildly as orgasm washed over her body.
Fiona writhed and screamed as orgasm rocked her, never relenting her hand on Gary ’s cock. He began to tingle, and groaned loudly at his own climax, shooting his hot cum onto her bare thigh, pumping it out as he had done the night before.
Panting, the pair lay in satisfied silence. Gary ’s cum still covered her leg and her own juices still oozed from her still soaked pussy. The pair lay, still not wanting to break the spell that had encapsulated them.
Not wanting to say the words that would bring it to an end. Not wanting to let go of the feeling but knowing it had an air of inevitability. Gary kissed Fiona softly on the head.
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