Matt’s hands were still shaking despite being on the steering wheel of his car. He was out for a drive in the countryside, roof down, with the breeze tousling his hair, when the message on his mobile phone came through. He pulled over to the side of the road and read it.

Staring at it for ages, the message still didn’t sink in. He understood what it said; he just didn’t expect to see it. When he put the pub’s name, ‘The Wicked Gander,’ into his Satnav, he found it was just ten miles away. The name brought a smile to his face.

Did he want to meet her?

As he stared out of the windscreen, his cock hardened at the thought. All the secret images they had shared of her in lingerie flooded his mind. He kept a few of them on his mobile, and he was browsing through them within seconds. That’s when his hands started to shake.

He felt he should reply, out of courtesy, so he sent a quick message back.

‘Driving at mo.’

He hoped it showed that he was busy at that precise moment, and that it would give him some time to pull himself together. The reply was quick. Too quick.

‘You know you want to, and I’m dying to feel your cock.’

His eyes closed. That was the reply that collapsed his resolve, and he quickly replied.

Matt pulled into the road, trying his best to adjust his cock so that it was more comfortable to drive. Thoughts of her wicked grin and pouty lips only made things worse in the trouser department. In his mind, he could see her gorgeous ass bent over in those silky knickers.

During the drive, his filthy mind thought up all of the dirty things he wanted to do to her, but there was no continuity to his thoughts. It was like he wanted to do everything, all at the same time, yet knowing that that couldn’t happen.

Last chance, he thought, as he pulled into the pub’s car park. By the time the car had stopped, Matt was no longer in turmoil as to whether he should be here or not. He strode confidently from the car and into the garden area of the pub.

Top, right-hand corner, she had said, and there he saw her, fiddling with her phone, her yellow sundress was unmistakable, clinging to her curves like it was melting butter on hot bread, her small titties hidden by the ruffles of the dress. He smiled at her over-the-top sunglasses, another bright and vibrant primary colour, which made him wonder why she had chosen to give him the top right-hand corner as her location. Her whole persona cried, ‘Here I am.’

His grin broadened when she looked up from her phone and beamed a welcoming smile back to him. No sooner had he arrived, he found himself making the journey to the bar for two more pints of lager.

He spent the whole time at the bar with a smile on his face, like he was an expectant father. He wasn’t prepared for how beautiful Melissa looked, not in the flesh. The pictures hinted that she was, but everything is photoshopped these days.

The return journey, with a pint in each hand, was just as exciting.

He sat opposite Melissa without saying a word. She took the pint and sipped at it. Her eyes glanced over the top of the glass just once before resting it on the table. She levelled her eyes at Matt.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes drifted from one part of her face to her body and back to her face again.

Melissa tilted her head to one side, in an attempt to distract him.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asked.

Matt shook himself out of the daze he was in. “Sorry –“

Melissa waited for more.

“You just look so beautiful,” he added eventually. “Can’t believe we’re together.”

“Nor me,” Melissa replied. “So, how was your drive?”

For the next twenty minutes, they chatted about everyday stuff. Things that happened at work, things they were bored with, politicians they’d like to execute; it was normal conversation classed as putting the world to right.

They emptied their drinks, and Matt got up from the bench. “It’s my round,” said Melissa. She suddenly became pensive, her mind concentrating on a single item that made her worry slightly. She looked up at Matt, nodded downwards and added, “Would you mind getting them from the bar for me?” She asked.

Matt grinned. “I think you should go?” he replied.

Malissa’s mouth closed, recoiling her outstretched hand with a twenty-pound note in it. She stood to rise when Matt held her shoulder and stopped her. From above, and for the first time, he noticed her perky nipples straining the ruffled top of her sundress. Her tits were on the smaller side and not something she had concentrated on when sharing pictures on the internet.

“I’ll get the drinks,” he said, “Payment in kind?”

Melissa smiled. “Just a half for me then.”

When Matt returned, he sat next to Melissa, straddling the bench seat. He sidled up to her and looked into her eyes first, then moved his head around to her backside.

Her eyes never left his, her smile lit up with the thought of what Matt was contemplating. Any words spoken at that moment would have been inappropriate. His hand reached out and grasped that part of her ass that spilt over the edge of the bench.

Melissa let out a whimper of delight. She felt her nipples tingle underneath her dress. Matt leaned closer, his mouth making a beeline for her ear.

“I want to suck your nipples so much.”

“Uh-huh,” Melissa replied.

“I reckon,”  he added, that if I rest my elbow on the table, my arm would be long enough to reach and flick your nipple.”

“Uh-huh, probably,” Melissa replied.

“Shall we try and see if that works?” She couldn’t help but lean over the table a little.

“Oh – fuck, yes,” came the quick reply.

His fingers just about reached. Melissa moaned her approval as her nipples responded by enlarging through her sundress. Her arm shot out around Matt’s neck, and she pulled him close for an explosive kiss.

Matt wasn’t prepared for the softness of her lips, the firmness of her approach, the searching tongue that invaded his mouth like a miniature penis, and the scent of her whole body aroused him. He squeezed her ass tightly.

When they broke the embrace, Melissa sighed.

“We need to go,” she said, and Matt nodded in agreement.

The car journey to Melissa’s place was short. It was a mere ten-minute drive; any longer and either or both of them could have had a mishap in the car. All kinds of scenarios coursed through Matt’s mind on the journey, but one stood out, head and shoulders above the rest. What he didn’t know was how they were going to accomplish it.

Melissa kept glancing in Matt’s direction for the whole journey. AT one point, she noted he had raised a finger to brush his nipple through his T-shirt. She filed that knowledge for later.

The last three miles were torturous.

“Not long now,” said Melissa as she directed Matt for the last few miles. “Just pull up outside the one with the red door.” The handbrake couldn’t have locked on any sooner. Matt felt excited, his blood boiled inside, and his heart rate was astronomical.

“Come on,” said Melissa, “Hurry up.” She skipped to the front door and opened it. Matt watched her ass as it receded up the path. As soon as she was inside, she turned to face him. He practically crashed through the door, lips searching hers. The kiss was explosive and passionate. Melissa stumbled backwards. In no time, Matt had pulled the straps of her sundress own and was eagerly feasting on the nipples that he had rubbed earlier. Melissa moaned as she moved up two steps of the staircase, urging Matt towards her.

The door slowly closed.

Another step higher saw Matt drag the sundress down to her waist, his mouth never leaving her nipple. In the end, Melissa had to reach down and grab a handful of hair and pull his head upwards so that he could see the urgency beaming from her eyes.

She managed two more steps before her sundress waved goodbye to the body it so desperately clung to. Matt whistled. Her arousal was unmistakable as Melissa slowly stepped away from him. Looking at him standing still at the bottom of the stairs as she wiggled backwards. At the top, she pinched both nipples, extending them fully between forefinger and thumb as she teased him. She seductively wiggled her shoulders and ass.

Matt took the stairs two at a time. Melissa giggled and ran to the bedroom. He caught up with her in the doorway, one hand grabbing her waist and his other cupping her gorgeous titty. Again, the kiss bordered on desperation for both of them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spied the en-suite and pulled away from Melissa.

“Let’s take a shower,” he said. She thought of helping him out of his clothes, but instead, she watched him undress in double quick time, smiling when his torso appeared, grinning when his trousers were dropped to the floor, and laughing when he nearly fell over extracting them over his trainers. She stood with her mouth open when he removed his pants to find his cock standing to attention. She wanted to suck on it. Suck that bulbous, sponge-like head.

She never had time.

Matt headed for the shower room and pulled her with him. She managed to activate all the necessary buttons on the way inside.

The water flowed, and Matt pushed her inside, soaking her lacy knickers. He gazed at her before entering. His thoughts were more in tune as to where to begin devouring her body rather than how beautiful she looked, dripping wet, waiting for him to join her.

Melissa stared at his cock. She reached out her hand in its direction, and Matt allowed her to touch it. One. Two. Three strokes and he was next to her. Kisses were interrupted by droplets of water. The heat of the shower added to the intensity of their passion.

He bent down to take a nipple in his mouth and found that Melissa had responded. That piece of information she tucked away earlier came out to play, and she pulled on one of his nipples. Matt let out a soft moan onto the tit he was sucking. His fingers found her knickers, and he pulled them downwards. The action of the water made it harder than it would have been if they had slipped down her velvety-smooth thighs.

With her sex exposed, Matt gripped it. He wanted to grasp it, hold it, stroke it, suck it and lick it. All at once. Melissa’s mind occupied the same sexual space. Their kisses returned as they stood close to each other with the water pouring down between them. Both of them with their hands on the opposite sex, relishing in the moment, feeling the desperation and anticipation build between them.

Matt slipped his tongue in her ear, and Melissa moaned into his neck. She stroked his cock until she could take no more. She wanted it inside her mouth, his hot rod stroking the sides of her cheeks, his leaking slit surprising her with its salty taste. She wanted to blow him to completion, but found that when she tried to slip down to get on her knees, Matt held her up.

He quickly spun her around and pushed her into the cold tiles. He directed the shower head towards her and, with both hands on her breasts, he let his cock rest between the crease of her bottom.

“This is so gorgeous,” he whispered in her ear. Melissa moaned even louder. He pressed himself towards her, his dick gliding over and between the cheeks of her ass. It wasn’t his intention to stick it in her right away; he just wanted to tease her with it, let her feel its hardness and heat thrust between them. An ample squirt of shower gel lubricated the action.

Matt bent his cock downwards and let it slip between her thighs.

“Give it to me, please,” Melissa whimpered. Instead, both of his hands went to her sex.

“I want you to stay still, enjoy this,” he whispered.

His finger and thumb of his left hand circled her balls completely. He tugged on them, making Melissa cry out. It was short-lived. His other hand grasped her hot and hard cock. Matt stroked it briefly. Melissa moaned.

He was in heaven, it was the perfect position to have this gorgeous body up against the tiles as he breathed heavily in her ears, tugged on her balls, stroked her cock and let his dick slide between her thighs.

“Have you ever had your balls tossed off to the point of cumming?” he whispered.

Melissa shook her head. Matt grinned. The anticipation nearly blew his mind. Grasping them at the base of her hot rod. He slipped his dick between her thighs a few times, and then he started to pull downwards on her balls as far as they would go. When his hand rebounded, it collided with the base of her cock.

It was slow at first, the action causing her cock to jump around and hit the tiles and his other hand, which he rested loosely around it.

His action became faster and faster, until he was tossing her balls off with the same intensity that he would do with his cock when desperate to cum.

Melissa was in a state of moaning, groaning and occasional wincing as the severe action on her balls made her cock jump around like a lunatic. Matt’s cock slipped out from between her thighs and found the crease of her ass.

“Fuck! That’s good,” moaned Melissa. Her face pressed hard to the tiles, her breath coming fast and furious, she sucked in the occasional splash of water, which made her splutter, but the relentless wanking of her balls was something she had never experienced before. Why hadn’t she thought of doing that? The split between soft pain and pleasure was out of this world. Coupled with the fact that her cock was doing somersaults in front of her, sometimes hitting the tiles, sometimes connecting with Matt’s hand, but mostly bouncing around like tigger-the-tiger.

“Cum for me,” he ordered.

Melissa was on the verge of doing just that. Matt turned her around and pushed her back against the shower wall. He knelt, resumed his fierce tugging on her balls, his face inches away from the manic cock that was thrashing about in front of him.

Melissa’s knees started to bend. Her body lowered itself because of the force of his fist around her balls.

The one thing that sent her into overdrive was the moment his mouth collected the tip of her cock and he sucked on it. That was it. That was the moment when she was going to release all that pleasure into his waiting mouth. Her fingers instantly shot to her nipples, and she pulled and pinched both of them outwards as she moaned heavily through the cascading water.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she panted as she rocked her body from the shower wall, thrusting her cock forwards towards Matt. The more he pulled and shook her balls, the more Melissa moaned.

“I’m cumming,” she cried, finally. Her legs nearly gave way. Matt slipped his mouth fully over the head of her cock, sucking on it, throwing Melissa into a frenzy of pleasure that attacked her body from every direction.

She moaned loudly when she looked down to see Matt’s mouth over her knob. She watched him pull on her full balls, balls that were about to be emptied. Her face formed a grimace as she pulled and squeezed her nipples.

The release was like flicking a switch inside her. Her body arched from the tiles, her cock flared inside his mouth, she pinched her nipples until it hurt, and the sudden surge of spunk that flowed up her shaft sent her into an emotional outburst that saw tears ooze down her body, joining the hot water that flowed over Matt’s face, which was now fully over her cock. Her spunk flooded into his mouth, and she couldn’t resist putting her hands at the back of his head and pulling him in closer.

For Melissa, there was nothing more intimate than to spend the contents of her balls down her lover’s throat. She pushed her cock towards him with every surge of cum that left her spent but desperate for more.

Matt grasped and massaged her ass as he swallowed it all. If she had wanted some of it, she would be disappointed and would have to find her own later.

Melissa was out of breath as she slid down the shower wall. Her spent cock fell from Matt’s mouth on her way down. He sat back and watched her demise. When her bottom reached the floor, she looked up into his eyes and smiled.

“That was unexpectedly wonderful,” she said.

“I know, I do it always,” he replied.

Matt stood slowly, reaching a hand down for Melissa to hold on to so he could pull her up.

“Let’s get dry,” she said. “My throat needs something special,” she smiled.

They ended up on the bed in a loving embrace, until Melissa moved down the bed. Her ass was high in the air, and facing the mirror at the end of the bed. Matt had a wonderful view over her shoulder, of her cock and balls dangling seductively as she sucked him off, though she didn’t expect the quantity that he poured down her throat.

Melissa looked him in the eye and, as if by magic, tore open the small package and rolled the condom over his still hard dick. She raised herself, straddled him, and took him in her ass. It was the second time her cock bounced wildly as she fucked Matt. Their eyes never left each other, and it would have been a fitting end if they had both cum together, but it was Matt who spurted first into Melissa’s tight, yet accommodating ass.

Their journey had got off to an explosive start, and more fireworks were well and truly on the horizon.