John left me right after we made love that night. I remember thinking how I was a woman now, no longer the child I was earlier that evening. He had no choice but to return to his room so that his parents wouldn't get suspicious. With a quick kiss, he left. I wished he would spend the night with me but understood why he couldn't.
I returned home to my parents in Montreal and continued with my education. John stayed in Ottawa and studied for his engineering degree while I earned my B.Comm. in computers from McGill University. We saw each other as often as we could on weekends and holidays. Some of the best moments of my life were during those visits.
Typically, I met him at the bus station and we went straight to the downtown hotel he always stayed at. Dinner could wait but our hunger for each other couldn't. We'd enter the hotel elevator and pretend to not know each other, unless we were the only two in it. I had my reputation to uphold, after all. I didn't want anyone to know that deep within this "good girl" was a "bad girl" dying to get out. The ride up to our floor seemed to take forever. I couldn't wait to have him hold me and touch me and to feel his prick enter me once again.
I stood by the huge window with the curtains partly opened. The darkness of the room lit dimly from the spectacular cityscape outside. John took me in his arms and we ardently kissed. His deep lingering kisses titillated my body. I wanted him to take me then and there. If I had my way he'd have thrown me onto the bed, ripped open my clothes with wanton abandon and made mad passionate love to me.
John instead carefully unbuttoned my shirt and expertly unhooked my bra then he moved behind me. I took off my blouse and flung it onto the floor. My aroused body was eager to have his hands all over me. John quickly got undressed. He knew that nibbling on the side of my neck with his bare chest pressed against my back, turned the flicker in my hot pussy into a flaming passion. His moving fingers groped at my excited tits, reaching for them beneath the bra that still held them captive. He helped remove my brassiere and held onto my bountiful breasts, caressing my firm nipples tenderly.
John turned me around to face him and our wanting lips locked together. Our eager tongues danced in unison as our adventurous hands continued its exploration. I reached out and slowly stroked his thriving member; it grew quickly under my loving touch.
I got down on my knees and lustfully sucked on his pulsing rod. My head moved up and down his flourishing shaft and over his purple swollen cockhead. I looked up into his eyes and watched how he enjoyed the experience of my lips all over his expanding instrument. I deliberately pulled his booming dick out of my warm mouth and licked every inch of its tip, including fastidiously circling his piss hole.
With supersonic speed, he pulled me up and stripped me of the rest of my garments. John led me to our love spot on the bed. I'd lie on the bed and after another lingering kiss, he'd slowly move down to between my thighs. He positioned himself for what he told me was what he loved to do best, eat my sweet pussy.
John's searching tongue went into every part of my inviting folds of womanhood. He softly bit on my luscious lips. The more I squirmed with delight, the deeper his diving tongue went into my wet hole. My soft moans still not equal to the brewing excitement within me. His determined tongue moved back and forth into my moistened slit until I couldn't take it any longer. My overwhelming need to have his prick inside my starving cunt, overtook my body.
"Fuck me," I begged.
"How badly do you want it, baby?" he'd teasingly ask.
"Please fuck me, John. I need it NOW."
John quickly sprang into action. He expertly placed his condom on his ready instrument. He liked missionary style and I didn't know about the other positions. It felt so damn good that I wouldn't have cared anyhow.
He spread my legs wide and his erect dick slammed into my lusting pussy. He rapidly pumped his stiff pole repeatedly in and out of my tight cunt. He rhythmically thrust inside my titillated twat until his sperm emptied into his rubber. We'd end up falling asleep in each other's arms. Later we woke up and went out to eat at some weird hour during the night. Thanks heavens Montreal restaurants were open so late or we would have starved.
To be continued:
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