Well, after the terrific night Christie and I had the night before, she had left for home and I was awake in bed on my own. It was 6 30 am, and I needed to shower and prepare for the last day of this boring conference. As headed towards the bathroom, I had a feel of my cock, remembering the pleasures of the night before, and it was almost fully erect by the time I got there.
I showered myself, making a nice lather, and slowly stroked my cock, getting faster all the time as I built up to the most amazing orgasm, thinking of Christie all the time as I did so. I finished my shower and got back into my suit, ready for the day ahead – and the drive home at the end of the day.
As I put everything away into my suitcase, I noticed a piece of paper on the bedside table. I picked it up, and it just said, ‘Thanks, Christie,’ and with what was obviously a cell phone number. I slipped it into my wallet and headed downstairs with my small suitcase and laptop bag, and left the suitcase at reception to be collected later.
During the morning session of the conference, my mind was elsewhere – all I could think of was Christie and the night before. So at the lunch break, after I ate a sandwich very quickly, went outside and called Christie. We both enjoyed the previous night so much, that although I should have been going home to my wife at the end of the day, we agreed to meet when the conference finished. I explained to Christie that I did not have a hotel room, as I was returning home afterwards. She said that was not a problem – she would cook us dinner at her house which was only a few blocks away.
At about 4 pm, we met outside the conference hotel. I threw my luggage in the back of the car and we headed for her place. Although I was still in my suit, she continually rubbed my legs on the short journey to her home, and I could feel my cock stirring. She was wearing a simple plain t-shirt and shorts, looking incredibly sexy, as she clearly was not wearing a bra. When we got to her place, we went into the living room and immediately started kissing and exploring each other.
I decided, with Christie’s help, that I was overdressed and quickly began to remove my jacket, shirt and trousers. Meanwhile, Christie threw her t-shirt over her head, once again exposing her 36D tits to my wanton gaze. I immediately homed in on the nipples, planting my mouth firmly over them in turn, sucking hard and biting gently on them. This sent her over the edge, and she felt through my boxers for my hard cock, taking it firmly in her hands. She said she could wait no longer, pushed her shorts to one side exposing her hairless cunt, and I pushed my cock deep inside her. I fucked her urgently, and we both fell back on the sofa as our needs intensify and we both came together.
Wow, what a start to the evening. Well, after we had recovered, Christie produced a gorgeous cold salmon salad, which we both ate, talking a little as we did so. She also produced a bottle of ice-cold Chardonnay, which we savoured.
After eating, Christie loaned me a large oversize t-shirt of hers to wear, which was much more comfortable than my suit, and she put her t-shirt back on. She suggested that we go and sit on the porch, and enjoy the evening there, drinking the rest of the wine. I suggested she go first and I would join her in a couple of minutes. Meantime, I called my wife to explain that the conference had overrun and that I would stay in the hotel another night and drive home first thing in the morning.
I then went and joined Christie on the porch – she handed me a glass of wine, and I could see a thunderstorm in the distance. Christie explained that she loved thunderstorms and we decided to sit and watch. The noise of the thunder got gradually louder, with the time between thunder and lightning narrowing, indicating that the storm was getting closer. I asked Christie if she was ok with that, and she indicated yes, snuggling closer to me on the bench seat on the porch. We stayed like this for several minutes, and then we felt a few heavy drops of rain, gradually getting heavier. We sat there getting wetter and wetter, enjoying the closeness.
We both remarked that we enjoyed the excitement of thunderstorms, and as I looked at Christie, I could see her hard nipples through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. I moved my hand towards them and stroked them gently, and they became even harder responding to my touch. Christie just said, “Mmmmmm,” in appreciation, and snuggled a little closer. Nothing was said, but I continued stroking her nipples and massaging her breasts, while she reached over and stroked my cock through the boxers. We were enjoying the moment, as the rain continued to soak us, and the fabric of her t-shirt and my boxers leaving nothing to the imagination, clinging to our skin.
We continued to enjoy the storm, stroking and caressing each other for what seemed like ages, also enjoying the occasional kiss. After what seemed like an eternity – but in reality, was probably less than half an hour, our desires got the better of us, and I took Christie by the hand, steering her towards the porch door where I intended to make love to her in a way that so far we hadn’t. But now that we had fucked quickly earlier, although we still both had the desire, the urgency was gone.
But Christie just shook her head indicating no – threw her arms around me, and planted her lips full on mine. When we broke the kiss, she told me that she wanted to fuck right here on the porch, in the rain. I didn’t hesitate then – I lifted her t-shirt off and instead of my previous urgency, savoured them – kissing each breast in turn, running my tongue over them – and not just the nipples, but all of the firm breasts.
Meanwhile, the rain continued to pour over us, with the mixture of the rain and her feminine scent gave a totally different, yet marvellous, taste. Christie reached for my cock – but I stopped her, whispering that I wanted to take my time this evening, and enjoy the time we had together to the full. At that, I went back to enjoying her firm tits, my hands exploring her back and running through her soaking wet hair, kissing her lips and neck from time to time. We sat back down on the bench, and I pulled Christie closer to me. All this time, there were little moans of pleasure coming from her, while I continued to enjoy her body.
After a while, I reached for her hand and placed it over my now hard cock, indicating to her that I was ready to have some pleasure. I just lay back on the bench, and let her massage my hard cock, first of all through my boxers, before she lowered them and released my cock. As I said before it is not huge – about six inches, but reasonably thick – but the sensation of this hand stroking and feeling it felt amazing.
As she continued to stroke my cock, her lips went to my nipples sucking them and biting them – it felt fantastic. I just love that. My cock was by now rock hard as she continued to fondle it and my balls. Then, without warning, she removed her mouth from my nipples and quickly took all of my cock into her mouth. She sucked on it hard and deep, and with all the previous attention it had received, I quickly came in her mouth, and she greedily swallowed every drop. As she slurped away, and I raised myself to fuck her mouth, she slipped her hand beneath me, slipping a finger in my ass making my orgasm all the more intense.
I lay back, thinking I was totally spent. But Christie had different ideas. She indicated that I should spread myself on the floor of the porch, even though the rain was still heavy. I did as she wanted, and she immediately squatted down, one leg on each side of my face, placing her cunt firmly over my lips. The smell and the taste were intoxicating. My tongue quickly slipped inside her tight cunt, finding her clit and making her squirm with pleasure.
With this, she ground her cunt harder into my face and before long she was having the first of many orgasms. She screamed out with pleasure as my hands reached up to cup her breasts, kneading them and feeling their fullness. It was then that I found out that Christie was a squirter. As she came, and came, her cunt juices squirted all over my face, and I felt the warmth and the wetness of her juices as they continued to run down my chin. WOW.
As her orgasms subsided, she lay back, fully satisfied for now. At some stage, we got up and both sat on the bench again, totally naked, and continued to watch the storm until it eventually died down. We both dozed for a while on the bench, before finally retiring to her Queen-sized bed, where we made slow passionate love for a couple of hours before eventually drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning, I awoke with a good woody, which Christie attended to with vigour, giving me one last orgasm before it was time to put on my suit and return home to my wife.
With one last full-on kiss at the door before I left and we said our goodbyes. As I drove off, we waved to each other - and I reached into my pocket and found the piece of paper with Cristie's number on it. I put it away safely for future reference, should I ever be anywhere in the vicinity again.
