Mansoon.

Summer, hello! This is for you.


Imagine a Saturday in June, the weather is perfect, you ate a bacon sandwich for breakfast and have come to the city to spend some time just hanging out with this guy you woke up with, the guy who made you the bacon sandwich, the guy who made you cum three times before you left the house at 1pm.


There's nothing in particular either of us need from any of these shops, we're just there for a browse, but people are getting stressed out and impatient with us as we slowly wander around, Frappuccinos in hand, laughing, smiling.


I decide I want to have a quick look at formal-type dresses for a wedding that I have to go to soon, so we head to Monsoon (always good for the wedding-type thing). I'm in the mood for a quick look around, hopefully something blows me away. Salt heads off to look at the boys stuff and I'm left to saunter around  and pick some things out. I pick three or four very average dresses, just in case they look good on, and head to the changing rooms. On my way I slide my hand round Salt's waist to tell him that that's where I'll be, quickly show him the dress that I like the most and kiss him, softly and smiley, on the lips. I'm surprised at myself, I'm not a fan of PDA but I take it that the sun has got to me and made me crazy.


Monsoon changing rooms are awesome. Big, well decorated, and what I like best about them is that they're closed off, no one can see your feet or the top of your head, nor is there any awkward gap in the side of the curtain. 


I'm just trying on the final dress when my phone rings. It's one of my uni friends. I sit down on the stool in the changing room while she tells me how hungover she is and speaks about some boy, I'm not really paying attention to her when I hear the assistant and Salt talking outside. "Yeah, go ahead", she says as Salt thanks her and then there's a knock on my door. I unlock it and he walks in, I'm still on the phone when I whisper "hi", smile, and tell him that it's Kerry on the phone. He doesn't say a word, he just looks at me up and down, then looks down at his trousers, back at me and starts to unbutton his jeans. I'm trying to have a conversation on the phone but all I can see is Salt exposing his junk and moving towards me. I'm shocked! I get goosebumps and butterflies and all sorts of things shoot through my mind when I come back to reality and realise that I haven't heard anything Kerry has said in about 30 seconds. I attempt to wrap the conversation up. I'm not sure Kerry's getting the hint. Salt's hand is now running up my bare thighs, exposed by the yellow prom dress I was trying on. He leans in to kiss my neck and I swiftly tell Kerry "Look, I've gotta go, Salt's here, I'll call you later". 


I throw my phone onto the pile of clothes that I've manages to make on the floor, but I don't notice what happens to it because Salt's has pushed me against the wall and is kissing me hard. He puts his hands in my hair, stops kissing me, looks in my eyes and makes an approving noise before thrashing his tongue against mine and pushing our bodies together. I can feel his hardness. His mouth meets my ear as he moves his right hand down over my body, grabbing my slightly exposed breasts on his way down to my panties. His lips don't leave mine as he gently strokes me through my frenchies. His hand finally touches my skin. He teases me, hovering over my clit for a few seconds, making my body beg for his touch. Trying to be as quiet as possible I let out a whimper in his ear, but he 'shh'es me before biting my ear lobe hard and his hands glide through my wetness. He stands back for a minute, looks at me again, straight in the eyes, moves close towards my lips, then suddenly squats down and pulls my red, lacy french knickers down and gets me to step out of them. No words have come out of his mouth yet. He takes the opportunity to kiss my thighs, caress my ankles and taste my now very moist vagina. But he doesn't linger this isn't the time for it, his lips are back on mine.


This is so naughty, I'm going to get fucked in a changing room in the middle of a busy shop, in the middle of a busy Saturday, in the middle of a busy city centre. My heart is racing, my vagina is throbbing, I can feel myself grabbing onto him tight. 


He's so hard. I touch his smooth cock gently, but he grabs my hands and pins them against the wall. He kisses all the way up my neck and breathes heavily in my ear before whispering "I'm going to fuck you, Spank". I inhale sharply, dripping wet from his authoritativenessclit getting ready to make me explode. We both know that he's in charge, though. I'm nervous but excited as I get closer and closer to orgasm. Can I not scream? Our eyes meet again, the intensity rises as his body is grinding against my clit. He grabs my ass, pulls me into him so he's the deepest inside of me that he could possibly be and he tells me "you're going to cum. Now." My whole body tenses up and I start to cum and when I do, he continues thrusting. He's getting close too. I can tell by the way he feels thick and rock hard inside me as I'm cumming. My tense, tight muscles against him prove to be too much and as I'm mid-orgasm, he tells me that he's close. I decide that I'm in charge now and gently push him away and get down on my knees.


I'm still shaking and cumming as I look up at him and take him in my mouth whilst I hitch the dress up and let him watch me press hard onto my g-spot, prolonging my orgasm as his hard, thick, dick is in my mouth. I can taste my wetness on it. With one hand wrapped around his shaft, one hand inside myself and my eyes firmly on his,there's not much time before he pulls on my hair hard to let me know that he's ready to do what he came here to do.


I don't take my eyes away from his for one single second as his load shoots from his rock hard cock to the back of my throat making me moan out with my lips fully stretched around his girth. I apply the perfect amount of pressure with my hand on his shaft, making sure I swallow every last drop of his delicious white stuff. Making sure I can taste me and him all at the same time, letting him enjoy the fact that he just seduced me and made me his toy for a little while, whilst there were people just centimetres away who could've heard, walked in, got us kicked out or arrested. Right now though, as I cheekily tease his super-sensitive tip with my tongue, all that matters is that he's satisfied. That he got what him came into my changing room for. 


I let him recover for a few seconds as I get changed out of the yellow dress and into my clothes. Once he's ready, I straddle him as he sits on the little stool and kiss him, softly and smiley. "Hi" I say. He replied "Let's get lunch".


We walk out the changing room, does the assistant know? 


I didn't buy the dress.

Boutique sex (part 2). Paradise.

This is a post in dedication to all things Japanese.  Maybe some people will read it over there and their hearts will lift for a few minutes in the current situation.


So, Love Hotels? Know about them? Seem 'um? See here if not. Love Hotels


So, a late March night morning in Japan. It's cold and I've been sitting on a bus for two hours. I get off the bus and Salt is there. He kisses me and I'm a little surprised. Kinda hot, I know he's excited. He's been living on someone's floor and hasn't been able to..be alone for a long time. We've picked out a hotel, it's "paradise" themed and one of the most popular in the city. We grab breakfast quickly and head over to start our first Love Hotel experience. It's not even 11am when we pick a room - 3rd floor, large room. We walk in and it's incredible. Huge bath, huge bed, every amenity imaginable. A sex toy vending machine. Condoms everywhere. 50 inch TV, an eight inch cock and a whole load of undeniable, unbeatable sexual chemistry. 


We're not here to take in the scenery, I wanna get fucked. I push Salt onto the bed. It really is huge. Huge and firm. Just like what I can feel against me as I straddle him and begin to whisper into his ear how turned I am and what I'm thinking about and he kisses my neck and ears.. He runs his hands all over me but being clothed is not good enough for him right now. He sits up and I release him from under me. He starts to undress me. As he pulls my leggings off, he begins to realise that underneath my Le Sac dress and leggings, there's nothing but fuck-me underwear. Stockings, corset, suspenders, no panties. Once he touches me and feels that I'm already wet, he's gone. He pushes my legs up and I fall onto my back. I slip my dress off as he kneels down and instantly goes to work on what is now my extremely wet vagina. This whole situation is very sexy. We've only got a few hours before Salt has to go to work, I'm travelling the next day, so this is just 6 hours of fucking and that's exactly what we make it. I cum fast and hard and screaming out. This room was built for sex. It needs me to cum, it needs me to enjoy every second of Salt's soft tongue running up and down then length of me. Post-orgasm I lie there whilst I enjoy the view. He's undressing himself. I sit up and run my nails down the front of his boxers but don't waste any time in removing them and touching that gorgeous cock of his. He wants me and I have no intention of teasing him or denying him, so I grab the lube. There's seconds in between me closing the cap of the lube and my feet resting on his shoulders and having that rock hard cock deep inside of me. He fucks me like it's been years. He's being dominant and manly. Fucking me fast and hard and slowing down when it all gets too much. I'm his right now. My legs are everywhere, where ever he wants them. All I know is that with every inch of him inside of me, the way he's looking at me and his powerful, hard thrusting, I'm getting fucked like never before. He cums probably the hardest I've ever seen him cum. He shouts out and  my nails push hard into his back as he fills me with his long over-due spunk. We collapse. There's so much room on this bed to lie and recover.
We both drift off in that beautiful post-sex haze. 20 minutes later and my mouth is around his shaft after I've covered it in cherry lube as he lies there and enjoys me. He deserves this. No porn in over five days? Salt's a hero. I want to make it so he doesn't need to pleasure himself for another five. Do everything to me. We've got hours. There's nothing else to do apart from share a jacuzzi bath together, but that can wait. I go down on him for a long, long time until all that delicious lube is gone. Until all I can taste is his pre-cum. Until he's pushing and pulling my head so he gets just what he needs from me. Until his heart is beating fast. Until he has lost all control of his own body and he's shaking and gasping and swearing and shouting incomprehensible words. God I love how much he loves to cum in my mouth. If going down on him didn't turn me on enough, having him watch me swallow his load makes me so wet.
Afterwards, we chill out. I rub his legs for a while, and his back. Kiss his neck, play with his hair. He flips me onto my back and plays with me. He makes me cum over and over with his hands. God, he knows how to touch me. How to make me lose my breath. I always want him give me that orgasm and he always does.


I don't know how many hours we've been here when Salt runs his hands up my thighs and we start to kiss, lying next to each other, when I climb on top of him not yet exhausted, when he enters me slowly, with one hand on my ass and the other in my hair. I ride him. I'm in control. It's intense. There's hot, deep, passionate kissing. He's biting my ear. He's talking sexy, he's moaning and breathing heavily right in my ear. I'm tensing up. There's something about this sex. Something about the way he's looking at me, the way he's kissing me. This is the kind of sex some people only dream about. I couldn't want him any more right now. I can feel how hard he is inside of me, how huge he feels. I'm tensing up as I fuck him. Tensing up as the power shifts and he spanks my ass hard, as bites on my lip. I lean further forward and he spanks me harder and harder until I can't take it any more. I'm shaking, moaning. Everything is a blur. He gets harder. I can feel him getting close. My God, this is something else. I can feel everything 100 times more intensely than I usually would. His touch, his cock inside me, the pressure on my clit as I ride him and I'm about to explode. I scream out, let him know that I'm going to cum right now. He is too. And we both grab on to one another and shout out. I think I blacked out with pleasure. I have never, ever felt anything like this. Fucking incredible.


We're not done.


We fucked, sucked and came our way through the next few hours. I came at least 12 times. He came in every way he could wish for. His cock got worshipped in the exact way that it should have. I took all that sexual frustration and left him longing for more.


We leave paradise feeling satisfied.


Our first Love Hotel experience was excellent. We'll back.

What I think about...

You.


I think about you turning up at my door at three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. You've played football, but come straight here. You're sweaty, muddy and bursting with testosterone. Of course you won. You scored and you came here to score again and, I am absolutely not going to deny you that. I'm in my lazy clothes and glasses, I'd not been expecting you until later so I'm not ready. You've really caught me off guard. You take my breath away when you respond to my surprised "hi" with a hard, deep, hot kiss, pushing your whole body up against mine, up against the door that you just walked through. Your face is cold from outside. I put my hands flat on the door behind you as I begin to get over being shocked and start enjoying this sexy surprise that just arrived at my door. Your hands are all over my back and up my top, then back down to my ass, you grab it hard. You've still not said a word when you take your lips from mine, grab my hand and lead me into my bedroom. My room is a mess. You don't care. You swing me onto the bed. I lay there, getting comfortable, as you kick your old trainers off and pull my sweatpants off, roughly, tugging them off my feet. The first noise that I hear from you is that moan as you run your nails down the front of my pink cotton underwear and you watch me sharply breathe in and bite my bottom lip. We lock eyes. I don't say anything, but I know you know what I'm thinking, what I want from you. You smile and push my legs further apart. God you're sexy right now. I'm getting wetter and wetter, by body craves you. You're kissing my thighs and stroking my ankles. I lift my pelvis up because I'm desperate for you to remove those panties and finish what you started.
They come off. You're nails are on my skin again, this time running slowly up my thighs as your whole body moves towards me. I watch and breathe in as your soft, wet tongue grazes my soft, wet clit for the first time, then I throw my head back, close my eyes and feel every single incredible sensation shoot through my body. I tense up. As your tongue explores all of me, making me wetter by the second, my legs shake. You're moaning gently and the vibrations feel so good. You are so, so fucking good at this. I have to control myself so I don't cum in about fifteen seconds. Your left hand is gripped on my right thigh, I notice that it gets tighter every time your name leaves my mouth. Don't stop. Your fast tongue is hitting that spot, the one that makes me scream when you find it, every time. That spot that makes me beg you to keep going. My back starts to arch and my whole body is trembling with that intense pleasure. You moan loudly as my shoulders push into the bed and my back and ass slam into the bed and I have one of the loudest orgasms of all time. You're tongue is still exploring as I recover, the tip of it feeling how sensitive I am right now.


You stand up. God you look sexy in that football kit. I expect you to, I want you to climb on top of me. I can see that you're hard. Football shorts don't hide anything. Instead, you pick up my pink bath towel and the first words I hear from you since you've been here are "I'm getting in the shower. Don't get dressed."

Upside down, inside out.

I'll keep it short, you already know I have a thing for blow jobs. But upside down blow jobs? Almost better.

They are so sexy. The last time, I was on my kitchen table, which I'm sitting at right now. Legs up the wall, stockings on. My underwear was already halfway across the room after being ripped off before I was given a good seeing to by Salt's tongue. Salt stood over me. Hard. Waiting. So hot. Before putting him in my mouth I can look up at his lovely body. That is hot. It makes me want him more. His cock feels completely different in my mouth, it's like learning to give head all over again. Having my tongue run along the top of his cock, getting to feel every curve is perfect. 

What else is amazing is the way it looks. Ever since Salt mentioned it to me, I love watching porn with upside down blow jobs. You get to totally appreciate the girls body, and there's not a girl in the world that wouldn't feel sexy lay upside down like this.

My boobs look fabulous and are available for touching, grabbing and teasing. I get really wet during any kind of blow job (it's the noises. The way Salt moans my name, they way that sometimes he can't scream my name because he's overcome with how good it feels) so he can lean over and feel me getting wetter as wetter. 

He's also in more control. He's moving his body at the pace he wants. He's leaning over my body, rubbing my clit, but as he's leaning over, it pushes his solid cock further into my throat, which gets me more wet, which makes him make really sexy noises, which makes me even more wet. etc. 

What else is good about it is how I can play with myself. He's getting a blow job and watching me pleasure myself. Listen to me moan for this cock and moan for my own hands. 

It's just finding somewhere that's a good height for comfort for both of you. I wish I had a really high bed. I love my upside down blow job virginity in a hotel room bed which was fabulously high, but that story is for another day...

See no evil, hear no evil.

I never, until the story in my previous post, knew that I loved the thrill of possibly being caught. 


Salt has a loft in his apartment, meaning his bedroom leans over his living room. It's lovely. The ceiling is low, it's perfect for pushing my feet up against whilst getting fucked. It's hot. It also has room to bang your head when your banging!


So...when people stay over, downstairs, on the air bed, everyone can hear everything. 


It's summertime, two of my friends are staying with Salt, along with me. We've had a great evening. Good food, fun times with loads of our friends. We're in bed in the loft. I don't think it's even crossed Salt's mind to get sexy. I want to. Our friends are awake downstairs. They're always awake. They are also two people who oppose sex before marriage. Probably half the reason that I'm lying in bed, talking to Salt but not really wanting to talk any more, wanting to play! 


I run my hands up his legs and kiss him. Softly at first. I think that he thinks I'm gonna turn over and say goodnight. I'm not. I want to make him cum, in the silence, I want him to feel how wet I am thinking about just how naughty this is. How, we shouldn't let them hear us, but part of them wants me to. Part of me wants them to know just how good this is. How good it is to feel Salt's soft fingers stroking me and making me cum.


I start to rub his cock through his boxers. He's not fully hard yet, but he's getting there. I'm going to make sure he gets there. I'm kissing him as I pull his grey boxers down so I can feel him getting harder against my hand. As I stroke him, softly and gently, I can see him looking at me with a slight disbelief, sexy disbelief. He's biting his lip and throwing his head back. He's trying his very best not to moan out, he's mouthing 'oh my god' at me. I'm just smiling and looking at him seductively. This isn't stopping here. I want him, I don't care who is or isn't in this flat. This bed was made for orgasms. Salt leans over and puts his hands in my hair and moves them down to my shoulders, arms, hips, legs and the back of my knees. That spot drives me wild. Can I keep quiet? I'm super turned on now. Moving back up my legs to my underwear, his nails graze over it. I tremble under this slight touch and breath in sharply. He makes a shushing shape with his mouth. God I want him. More than ever I want him to climb onto me and fuck me. He pushes my pants aside and touches me. My hot, wet clit awaits him. He lets out another silent "oh my god" as he continues to feel how wet I am, how his touch glides over me perfectly and I'm squirming under him. Perfect. I forget where I am and start to breath a little to heavily. He stops, takes his hands away from the place that I want them to be most. I plead with him, in silence that I can be silent, that I'll be on my best behaviour. I kiss him, silently of course and he backs down. His fingers finding my wetness again. I feels fucking incredible, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to scream his name. He can see how much I'm enjoying it, how the slow, intenseness of his movement is bringing me closer to that silent orgasm. He bites down on my bottom lip, hard. He's showcasing how he'd be doing this hard to me if he could. I love it. My body starts to tense up and shake. I wonder if they can hear the sheets moving around, if they can hear how my breathing has become short and sharp as I approach that kind of intense orgasm that will just leave me wanting more and more from him. I grab some part of Salt's body as I reach an incredible climax that leaves me with my mouth open for at least 15 seconds. 


I look down, Salt is hard. It would be a shame to let that go to waste. I kiss him and mime to tell him that the orgasm that he just gave me was fucking incredible as I my hands find his long, hard, thick cock. Rubbing it for a minute makes me decide that this wasn't enough. I want to taste him. I want to be able to sense exactly when he's going to come and prepare for it and have him cum into my mouth. Whilst our friends lie downstairs. I pull myself up and start to move my way down his warm, beautiful body. His expression is unforgettable; a mixture of surprise, arousal and expectation. A silent blow job. My tongue circles his now solid head as I encase this gorgeous cock in my warm, longing mouth. My right hand slowly begins its work at the base of his penis, giving exactly the right amount of pressure so that his whole cock is getting looked after by me. As his penis becomes wetter from my mouth, I find it even harder to keep quiet, as well as the noises, I have an intense urge to moan out load. I want him to know that this is my favourite thing to do. I want him to not hold back and cum hard. I can't moan out, but I do look up at him, looking at me with my cock in his mouth in the dark and he knows. He knows that I can't get enough of him, that it doesn't matter what the situation is. I'd rather have his rock hard cock in my mouth. His hand on my arm, he's squeezing it tight, letting me know that he's enjoying what I'm doing and telling me not to stop. I know he'll let me know when he's close. I will be able to tell anyway. It's that time when his cock gets so wide, I struggle to get much of it in my mouth. He gets to that point very quickly. I know he loves the naughtiness as much as I do. Probably even more. When he's very close, I am suddenly more unaware of the rules, and the sound of my hand moving up and down his shaft is audible. All I want is for him to cum like I just have; hard. He starts to shake my arm and I know not to stop, I wouldn't dream of it, that he's about to cum right into my mouth and it's going be my favourite part of the whole day. He cums and I wait, making sure that I get every last drop of semen from him. I don't get to look up at him much until I take his satisfied cock out of my mouth and slide in next to him to kiss him. He looks mind-blown. I know he wants to shout out. We both lie back, exhausted. 


We manage to type one or two words to each other on our phones to describe how we are feeling. Then we fall asleep, innocent until proven guilty. 

You've got me caught in a place, panic for a minute.

Ever been to karaoke at like a proper karaoke place, where you get your own room? That's where this is based.
There's zero reason for me to be at this event. It's not really an event, just an excuse to waste time for the people involved. They needed to be in the city until morning, they didn't want to pay for a hotel and I wanted to see Salt, so here I am. Here I am, eating lamb curry with an odd mix of people. I know I can't stay over, I have to get the first bus home, but I've packed a spare pair on underwear, just in case.
I've also packed the one thing that I hope gets used tonight. My remote control love egg. It drives him wild, I know. He doesn't know I have it, he won't know until later, but I know and I can't stop thinking about it. People keep knocking my bag and setting it off, but they think it's just my phone. Salt does it. "I think you're vibrating, Spank". Little does he know.
We get to this karaoke place. It's fairly cheap and we can stay all night, so it's good for the reason we're there. Me and Salt are the only ones drinking, but we're drinking. We order some drinks and we have smuggled some in, so a calm, fun night turns into a heavy, *really* fun night.
It's about 1am when I pop off to the toilet with my bag to start the fun. Salt still has no idea, we're just singing away at the moment. The toilets are a bit posh. In fact there's only one toilet. There's lots of cosmetic things to use and free nail files. I pop the egg in, test it out and feel myself becoming aroused. It's been about 10 days since I was satisfied by him, so this should do the trick for the next few hours. I freshen up and get back in there. Two people are singing. Salt is facing the screen and has his back to me when I come up behind him and whisper "are you feeling sexy?" into his ear, hoping no one hears. Without even looking back he says "Why?". I don't tell him at first. I'm a little nervous. He keeps asking what kind of thing I have in mind. I finally tell him and he just says "oh my God. Gimme the remote". I giggled and pass it to him in what can only be a very indiscreet way. I probably don't care. None of those guys or girls are going to be teased to within an inch of orgasm tonight. None of them are going to experience the incredible sexual tension and build up that I am.


Salt says "That is EXCELLENT" loud, so our friend asks what he's talking about. He makes up some bullshit (quickly and tell executed) about the song that's just been sung. He's in control now. He doesn't press the button for a while, he's figuring out the best time, some time when he knows I can't react.
I order drinks. It goes off. Fuuuuckinng *hell* that's intense. I was already wet from the anticipation, but now? Holy shit. My brain is fried. I order the drinks and sit back down. We're sad next to each other, he's building me up to orgasm and all we can do is hold eye contact and smile knowingly at each other. The egg stays on for most of the evening. When he turns it off, I'm too aroused and sexy that I can't do anything. Turning it off leaves me hanging, so every time he turns it off, he'll get a text message from me telling him that I want him and that he needs to turn it back on. The text messages that are sent between us are exquisite, hot, beautifully executed text messages that explain how much we want each other. I'm so turned on. My pants and probably my jeans are wet. He keeps changing the rhythm of the egg, I like the hard, fast ones as they get my G-spot just at the right pressure.


A couple of hours pass, and we're more drunk. Are we the only people in the whole room who are drunk? Yes. Do we think we're being subtle as we try to keep our hands off each other? Yes. Are we succeeding? No.


Salt goes to the toilet. I know he wants me to follow him, but I just started singing a duet. I beg one of our friends to take over, because I'm suddenly "desperate for the toilet" but he takes about a minute of convincing.  By this point, Salt has come out of the toilet and is hovering around outside, where there are chairs and magazines for if the karaoke scene is just too much for you. I get outside of the room. Shit. There's 5 or 6 men in suits, businessmen outside the room. They're drunk. One's asleep. I'm drunk. I care for about a second. "Where are you going, Spank?" Salt asks, sarcastically. "I'm going to the toilet, Salt, are you coming?". He looks at me, then at the businessmen, then back at me, and says no, with a half excited, half nervous look on his face. I walk up to the door, mumble something and hold it open for a second, before letting it go when I see him walking towards me, quickly. It's not like they haven't seen us. They have. I enjoyed it. I wanted them to know that this guy was about to get what he needed from me. I walk into the only cubicle. Salt follows. I'm locking the door and engaging in this hot, hard, deep, passionate kiss all at the same time but then it's done and I'm all his. He's pushed against the door whilst I kiss him with everything I feel for him. He runs his hands up and down the front of my jeans, he can feel the egg vibrating, he can sense how wet I am, he knows those moans that I'm making mean that I'm enjoying this more than ever before. I want him. There's little to say as I move my hands from in this hair to his belt. I can never undo it, even more so when I've drunk too much 8% alchopop. He helps, I unzip him. I don't need to get into his boxers to know how hard he is. We're still kissing as I run my hand over his incredible penis through his boxers. He moans. I know there's no more time to waste. The toilet lid is down, so I sit myself down and get to work on this hard, beautiful penis that I've been dying to have in my mouth since about 4pm when I left home. It's perfect. He's so hard and he's hardly been in my mouth yet. I think the thought of 6 important businessmen knowing that he's in here having the time of his life turned him right on. As well as the fact I was working my magic on his massive cock. Giving Salt this kind of pleasure whilst all of our friends and strangers where metres away was HOT. Nothing short of intense, thrilling and downright sexy. The sexual tension was being relieved by my mouth, exactly how it should be.
I moaned loudly with my mouth still around his cock as he came, hard and fast into my mouth. I swallowed, as ever, knowing that the taste would be there for the rest of the evening, knowing that I'd be wetter just for thinking about it. 


Zipping himself up, I kissed him, hard and passionately. I wanted my lips to linger on his lips, as well as his dick for hours. Who knows when we could do this again? He walked out ahead of me, I stayed and touched up my slightly smudged eye make up. Standing there at the mirror, realising the love egg was still making me wet, I decided that this couldn't be the end.


Walking back in, I knew they knew. One of my girlfriends through me a knowing smile, I laughed. I already had texts from Salt telling me how he thought that it was one of the hottest things ever. I smiled at them and replied telling him that I wanted him. I really wanted him. I tried to sing, drank more, but all I could think of was some naughty, fast, public sex. I had the bug now, I needed a bigger thrill. I needed him to take this egg out of me and put himself inside me. 


We left karaoke, said goodbye to the people leaving for the airport, and then there were three. It was 7am, I was drunk, Salt was drunk. I don't have any idea if our other friend was drunk but I tried, and I tried and I tried to get him to go away, get him to leave for just long enough to drag Salt away and have my way with him. Friend wasn't budging. Whether he knew what we wanted and was just being selfish or whether he was clueless, I'll never know. 


Salt handed me the remote, his hand touching mine and sending electricity through me. We hugged, and I got on the bus. We swapped very, very hot text messaged for the next hour or so. Ones which I read over for months because they'd get me so riled up and sexy. There was no time, obviously, to remove the egg. So it stayed there for the two hour journey, where I intermittently would turn it on, just to remember...