She unbuttons the pants and, with the zipper in her hand, she pulls it down slowly, not breaking his gaze. She doesn’t think about it, working the zipper all the way down, and then she places her hands on his face. He bends down, kisses her thank you, and then pulls his pants down so that they sit below his butt, his underwear too, and his freed member almost breathes an audible sigh of relief. She isn’t sure what to do with it, with herself, but she feels that she has let him know that she is open to anything tonight, and so now she can relax and let him take the lead!
Chapter Seven
Andre bends over and pulls his pants off completely, and then stands to pull his t-shirt over his head. He is completely naked now, his boots having come off first to facilitate the removal of his trousers. Now he has to get Leigh naked, and so he starts with her top. It looks more elaborate than it really is, and it is just held up by a series of chords on the side. He figures it out quickly, and soon enough the top is off. He slides it from her body and sets it carefully on a chair that sits on the balcony. He turns her around slowly, looking down at her with adoration, and undoes her bra, gently pulling it off, even though it is such a sexy piece of underwear that he really thought of just leaving it on. But he really wants to see her breasts.
He is mesmerized by them, and he cannot hold himself back from taking the ripe nipples into his mouth. One at a time, he sucks on them tenderly, losing his face in her chest, his hands working at the same time on her leather trousers. He gets the button undone, the zipper down, and as he works her pants down her sexy legs, she kicks off her heels, allowing him to remove the leather completely.
Something changes in Andre when Leigh is standing in front of him in just her black thong. The bad boy biker in him seems to come out, like a beast released from a cage, and he kneels, taking her thong between his teeth and pulls his face away from her pussy, taking the undergarment with him. They are of exceptional quality though, so snapping them off with nothing but his mouth is impossible. He lets them go and brings his mouth and nose so close to her cunt that it feels like he wants to stuff his nose inside her.
Andre sniffs in the scent of her, and then places his tongue on her moist panties, fusing her moistness with the moisture on his tongue. He licks hard, and Leigh almost falls over. Realizing that this is going to be a problem, he gets onto his feet, and lifts her off the floor. He carries her back inside, and places her on the bed, on top of the clothes. Then he pulls items off of the bed, and pushes the suitcase off of it. It lands on the floor with a loud thud, the clothing left inside it falling all over the floor.
He jumps onto the bed, and looks at her, telling her with his eyes that she shouldn’t worry about the clothes. He will sort them out later, or not. She knows that he will not, and that the only time he will sort his clothes out is when he stuffs them back into his bag to head back to Germany. Leigh realizes that she doesn’t even know which part of Germany he is from, but he is taking her panties off with his teeth, so she really doesn’t have the time to think about this right now.
Andre pulls her panties past her ankles with his hands now, and then holds the underwear to his nose. He puts it in his mouth, and then pulls it slowly from his own mouth and puts the now-wet panties close to her nose. Leigh isn’t sure what to do, but when he is pushing the panties in her mouth, she opens up and takes the lace between her teeth and then onto her tongue. She leaves her mouth open, letting Andre do what he wants to do with the tiny black piece of fabric.
“You will tell me if you don’t like?” he asks her, the German accent thick in his voice now, heavily fused with lust.
“Yes,” Leigh says, knowing that she will not say anything. She has never been able to say no to anything in her life, always just wanting to have the experience; to find out whether she likes it or not. She has always had a healthy curiosity, but this curiosity has sometimes been dangerous, putting her in some very awkward, very compromising situations.
Andre starts to kiss her up her long, tanned legs, soft, slow kisses, up her calves, inside her knees, gradually getting to her thighs. He nuzzles and nips, his lips soft and warm, his stubble brushing her mound. He then moves to the other leg. He kisses down her leg, and plants kisses on her ankles, his mouth burning her skin with every kiss. He raises himself up and puts his mouth on her vagina. She holds her breath. His tongue inserts itself inside, onto her clit and he flicks it back and forth. Leigh moans and thrusts her hips into him. He kisses her clit deeply, sucking it into his mouth, sucking on it so hard that it starts to hurt, and she almost wants to stop him. Her legs stiffen and her body jolts. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. But then he is flicking his tongue back and forth again, and she feels a luscious tingling warmth throughout her body.
He finds her slit with his tongue, and licks it very gently at first. Then suddenly he is licking it hard, separating her lips roughly, and digging his tongue quickly into her pussy. He goes so deep, so hard that it almost feels like he is fucking her already. He digs into her so deeply that his tongue starts to feel abrasive against her walls, and it starts to hurt again. She wonders why there is pain, because it is just his tongue. But it is a hard, rough tongue, certainly not the same tongue that was in her mouth on the balcony...
Andre licks her pussy, deep and hard, and then he is focused only on her clit. He moves effortlessly between the two spaces, and then he is focused on just one. When he is on her clit, he is pulling on it hard with his mouth, biting hard into it with his teeth, and flicking his tongue over it rather forcefully. When he is in her cunt, his tongue is moving aggressively inside her, and she isn’t sure if she is going to have an orgasm or not, getting very close, but just as she is about to blow, he is doing something else with his mouth.
Chapter Eight
Then he pulls his mouth off of her and starts to bite into her belly. He bites hard, and again she wants to stop him. But there is nothing that she can do to stop the enthusiastic man going to town on her belly, working his way quickly up to her breasts. She knows that her tits are sensitive, and she wonders if he will give them the same treatment that he gave them on the balcony. She knows, somehow, that it is going to be very different.
When his mouth lands on her breasts, she is distracted momentarily by a presence between her thighs. She knows that it is his cock, and she knows that it is thick and impressive. Its length is definitely above average, but it is the thickness of it that worries her the most. It really is a rather fat cock, and hard; it is extremely menacing. Leigh just hopes that the moisture dripping from her pussy is sufficient to take it. She just hopes that he will be slow, but again, she isn’t holding her breath.
He sucks on her breasts, pulling the nipples so hard, so far from the breasts designed to hold them in place, that she has to look at his mouth moving on her, forgetting for the moment the threat between her legs. Then she is aware of it again, as the massive head presses hard against her lips at first, and then separating them, parting them to facilitate its entry into her. She tries to will herself wetter, but she knows that it is too late. Andre has worked his mouth from her breasts onto her neck, and as he bites into her neck, he nudges himself into her, getting his head into her with a swift thrust.
“Part your legs, let me in,” he says, giving her an instruction, rather than making a suggestion. She parts her legs before she can process the order, reprimanding herself immediately for being so submissive. But she really is. He knows exactly what he is doing, what he wants, and he is determined to get it. She needs to know how much she can take, from a man who is not going to treat her like a porcelain doll. She is intrigued by how roughly he handles her, and she has no plans of going anywhere, not yet, anyway!
“Let me in,” he says again, grunting it really, and then he nudges himself into her further, forcefully, breaking down her inner walls as he makes progress into the tight space. Shit, Leigh thinks I’m really very tight. Why didn’t I throw some lube in my purse tonight He repeats his request to be let in. He just needs to get a
hold on her, get deep enough inside her so that he can begin his real work.
Leigh parts her legs, and then wraps them around Andre’s thick, long legs, closing her eyes, and just bracing herself for this entry. She knows that he needs to get in there, and so she decides that the sooner she lets him into her, the better for her. There will only be pleasure after she has made the adjustments to his mass, so she just moves herself up into him, and he settles deep inside her with his next thrust. It is such an invasion, though, that she tries to find her breath. It is difficult.
He is kissing her on her mouth now, deep, passionate kisses that belie the battle in her moist honeypot. But once he is all the way inside her, she starts to prepare mentally for the pleasure. Each thrust is painful, and she knows that he is trying to loosen her up. It takes a while, and she knows that this is just because of their difference in size. Leigh has always been up for a challenge, and this is definitely one mother of a challenge. She tries to relax, but it is hard, every muscle in her body tensing in massive resistance to this impaling.
Andre is powerful, and his cock is so hard that there is no way for her to stop him and his mighty missile. She knows that it will get better any moment now, but this doesn’t make the thrusts any less forceful. He thrusts deep, hard, but in a straight line. He tries to get her to relax, tapping her on her hips, and then pressing his fingers into the soft flesh there. This doesn’t work, causing her to tense up a little more, just because she is so ticklish.
She doesn’t laugh, this being very serious business. Leigh cannot even thrust herself higher into his cock now, just letting him do what he needs to do. She starts to feel her cunt give at last, and as it does, Andre seems to go deeper and deeper into her, bringing her back to the beginning herself, so that she has to make adjustments again. Soon enough, she does, and once he is moving comfortably in and out of her, moving his cock completely out of her now, a few times, settling back easier and easier into her. She knows that the first challenge has been successfully overcome.
His kisses remain gentle, but his thrusts get harder and harder. She can take it now, but still it fills her so much that she is often eluded by her orgasm. She isn’t sure if Andre is close either, but she really starts to hope that he will let her cum. She is close again, and then not so close. Andre is thrusting into her consistently now, consistent pace, consistent rhythm, so that she knows that he is probably on a collision course with his own climax.
Suddenly her body erupts in spasms, wracked by her orgasm, and as Andre starts to fill her with his hot seed, she is relieved for many reasons. Mostly though, she is impressed by his ability to bring them both to a simultaneous climax!
Chapter Nine
She gets home at 9AM the next day, after a whole night of intense fucking. There is no other word to describe what happened last night, because love was certainly not made at the Crowne Plaza. She is thoroughly satisfied, but more than just a little bit sore. She doesn’t mind because Andre was an incredibly competent lover.
Leigh wonders, as she jumps into the bath, needing it, even though she had already had a shower back at the hotel, how Andre had the energy to keep going. She also wonders if she will see him again before he leaves for Germany in about two weeks. The thought that she might not bothers her a little, because she really wants to see him again, to be fucked by him again, and to show him some of the tricks she has built up in her own arsenal. She had no chance of doing anything of the sort last night, because she just had to let him do what he wanted.
“Thank you so much!” Ashley says, walking into her bedroom, and straight into the bathroom, looking very angry. But Leigh knows that this is all an act. Ashley is dying to hear where she went last night and with who.
“His name was Andre, and he’s from Germany. Only here on holiday, for another two weeks. And yes, I would really, really like to see him again!” Leigh tries to answer all the questions in once sentence, even though Ashley hasn’t asked a single one as yet. She knows her friend.
“A German? Tell me it wasn’t the guy with the laugh. Oh my god, it was, wasn’t it? It so was!” Ashley speaks in one sentence as well, trying to get her own enthusiasm under control, remembering that she was still supposed to be angry.
“It was, so?” she asks, wanting her to get her judgments out of the way. Andre is gorgeous, and if they had met him at one of Manhattan’s many social events, the other girls would have certainly made a play for him.
“Nothing! Was it good?” Ashley asks, getting to the grit of the story. She wants all the details now, and there is no use, really, in skirting around the issue. Ashley kneels down next to the bath, and puts her hand in the water.
“I think it was actually too good. I’m a little tender. Fuck, I lie. It was fucking amazing!” Leigh cannot contain her excitement and enthusiasm now, and even though she has a rule never to discuss her bedroom escapades, she really can’t stop herself from letting her friend know every detail of Andre’s bedroom prowess.
“Wait,” Ashley says, halfway through the conversation. She finds her phone and calls Dani, then Heather. A half hour later they are all around the bath listening with incredible interest to Leigh, who is not withholding any detail. They look envious, but Leigh knows that they would never be as brave as she was. Theirs is a very sad life, Leigh thinks to herself as she wraps up her tale, letting more hot water run into the bath. They seem to be living vicariously through her.
When Leigh steps out of the bath, all eyes fall on her pussy. She looks down too, wanting to see what they are looking at. She is surprised to find that there is no visible damage, but she is still feeling the impact of the invasion. She looks at her friends, a question mark in her eyes. They all look away, pretending that they were not just a moment earlier ogling her pussy. Leigh laughs, gets out of the bath, dries herself, and throws a robe on. Then she throws herself on the bed, and calls downstairs for a tray of fruit and a bottle of champagne.
“It’s before noon!” Heather says, trying to sound like she too doesn’t want a chilled glass of champagne. She is feeling slightly hung over. They all are, and so they wait eagerly for the bubbles to get to Leigh’s room.
“It’s still my birthday!” Leigh says, before adding, “...weekend!”
“That it is,” Dani says, and as the champagne enters the room, she pours the bubbly for all of them, passing the glasses around. They all sip first, and then bring their glasses together, toasting Leigh’s birthday weekend, but hoping beyond hope that she doesn’t decide to take them out to another dive tonight.
“So, do you think you will see him again?” Heather asks, pouring herself a second glass of champagne, looking at Leigh, telling her with her eyes that they might need another bottle.
Leigh makes the call, and then answers her. “I don’t know. We exchanged numbers, but I know that I won’t call. I cannot be the one who calls, so I really don’t know. I know, though, that I would really like to. More than anything, I would like to see him again.”
“Be fucked by him you mean?” Dani says.
“Dani, bite your tongue. You said the F word!” Leigh says, although fuck is really a large part of her own vocabulary. Not so much her friends though, so it is always surprising when one of them uses any sort of vulgarity.
“Oh shut up!” Dani says, looking deep into her glass, feeling slightly self-conscious, the embarrassment showing on her face.
“Surely you mean fuck off?” Ashly asks her, looking into her own glass. They all bring their replenished glasses together, toasting ‘fuck off,’ Leigh looking at her phone on the side of the bed, wondering if Andre will call!
Chapter Ten
Leigh doesn’t have to wait long for the call, because Sunday morning, her phone is flashing, Andre’s name showing on the screen. She is nervous, not sure if she should answer on the first attempt, but thinking that if she doesn’t, he might not call back. And she knows that she will definitely not call him back, her pride even stronger than her desire for Andre’s coc
k. She picks up her phone, flicking ‘answer’. Then she puts it to her ear and says ‘hello’ in her sexiest I-don’t-care-voice.
“How are you?” Andre asks her.
She should say ‘sore’, but instead, she says, “I’m doing really well, you?”
“Good, you want to maybe come around for round two?” he says, making her feel like he is just using her for her body. She is actually also just using him for his, knowing that as soon as he gets on the plane back to Europe, she will probably be out of his mind. And although it will take a bit of time, she will forget about him too, eventually, with some effort.
“When?” she asks, trying again to sound cool, failing dismally.
“Now?” he says, asking her a question, but Leigh hearing an order. It must just be his accent, she thinks, trying to convince herself that this is what it is, knowing that one, she doesn’t take orders to well, and two, she has her own plans to take control of this particular session. She isn’t sure how, because her pussy is still experiencing waves of dull pain, and there is nothing that she can do about it because nothing has helped her thus far.
“Give me an hour,” she says, trying to give him the impression that she has not been waiting for this call since yesterday morning. She succeeds at this, and is impressed with herself.
“Okay, see you in an hour!” he says, sounding like he is irritated that he has to wait that long. But since he isn’t sure where she lives, he really cannot know that this is just her way of sounding like she is playing hard to get. Either way, Leigh now has to find something to keep herself busy for forty minutes, knowing that she can be at the Crowne Plaza in ten.
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