Chrissie has left again. Just short of twenty-four hours this visit. I'm taking the bed linen off the mattress, pillows and duvet.
On the pillow cover, I spot smudges of mascara. And vermillion lipstick. And her pearly cream foundation. I hold it close to my face and inhale her perfume. Her face had been pressed into the pillow as she presented her plump and shapely arse to me, spreading her cheeks with elegantly manicured hands.
How, I ask myself in all incredulity, did I come to have this gorgeous woman come to visit me? We were total strangers until the moment in the departure gate queue when she stumbled. I think she caught the slender high heel of an elegant shoe in her cabin luggage. I reached out and held her arm, steadying her, preventing her fall.
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As I pull the sheet off the mattress I notice the stains. Body oil that she brought from Marrakech, that I had, at her urging, massaged into the firm, full rounds of her arse cheeks. And the back of her narrow waist.
As she recovered from the stumble, she had gripped my shoulder briefly. "Thank you so much!" she said softly. Her eyes flickered for a fraction of a second to where her hand touched my shoulder. She squeezed fleetingly, "strong," she whispered. East Coast educated American accent, I remember noting.
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I noticed more stains on the sheet; fruit scented lube.
"Use this to finger my ass hole, to get me ready for your cock." Yes, I recall her saying exactly that, but was it before or after Chrissie had used it to lubricate my own arsehole and insert her finger into my bum?
"You'll love it," she'd assured me, wanking me fast. As the full length of her finger entered my anus and wriggled in my rectum, I shot the biggest stream of spunk I'd ever ejaculated up to my chin. The second spurt she directed onto her tits. The intensity of the accompanying orgasm was the greatest I'd ever experienced!
As she eased her finger out of my arsehole, Chrissie licked the cum off my chest, throat and chin and massaged in what was on her tits. She was highly amused by my reaction!
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We boarded the plane and sat many rows apart. It was only at the baggage carousel that I caught sight of her. I wasn't the only one looking at her. Men and boys were either ogling openly or surreptitiously watching. Women looked too, either threatened and disapproving, or in ill-disguised admiration, even with a few glances of frank lust. That's the effect Chrissie had on a baggage reclaim hall.
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There are other stains. The body lotion from a high-class hotel that had allowed my cock to glide so smoothly between her tits as she squeezed them together. And indeterminate stains. I sniff one; it's surely that gush of cunt juice when she came the first time on my tongue and fingers. I'd obviously not lapped quite all of it up.