External Link/Members OnlyWe meet in an Italian restaurant. Upscale pizzeria. Smallish. Lily – the broad – is already at the bar. Dark short coat. So. Lily's got the cute kind of face you've see in a parody teen horror flick maybe: tomboy short hair, serious eyes. Buffy's friend, maybe. In the flick she'd be the one with her head in an oceanography textbook, the conscientious student. Then she gets bitten by some evil vampire, and under the coat turns out she's wearing the shortest dress and the skimpiest knickers and her hand is down your pants.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Me? I'm a greying Tom Baker lookalike who needs a blue pill to get out of bed in the morning, never mind a hard-on.
Yea, an odd couple. But the middle-aged waitress has seen it all before. Must have, since the restaurant is a few doors down from a hotel I've resided in - very temporarily - more than once. Along with many another greying John. She's trained herself to smile though, and we order the fizz.
Lily and I chat. She's wearing, now the coat is off, a low cut pink top, which sets off her face and neck pretty damn well. We end up talking about what we're basically doing: John pays broad to feel like Ramon Narravo, or some such hunk. But Lily's pretty quick, and we go deeper pretty fast. Before we know it half the prosecco's gone and we're agreeing that whatever anyone else thinks, we think what we're doing is pretty cool. We're on a roll. Turns out Lily's theme tune is I'd Like To Teach The World To Fuck – maybe I'd Like To Fuck The World – and that's something I've wanted to sing along to for most of my poor sad lonely fucked-up life. Cue the violins, I know.
Goddamit we're laughing. A lot.
We're in that place where you want to go on talking all night. But the prosecco's gone, the freebie shorts too (thanks waitress: cute touch) and of course, we're here to fuck, right, so, you know, let's go forth to meet our destiny. With good cheer and glad hearts.
We hit the street. God knows I like talking to this girl, but that same God also ordained that you can't speak and kiss at the same time - unless you're one of those guys who talk mostly out of their ass, maybe. So we just turn to each other in the street and do it. Lily kisses like she was worried you might just have been that guy who talks out of his ass for all she knew and she was fixed on stopping that hole up too, but from the inside. It feels pretty damn good and I want her to know it so I pull her close, just so she knows just how good I'm feeling. Her hand goes down to find me.
“God I like it that you're so HARD,” she says. She means it, too.
It's 7.15pm in Central London and we're in the street and Lily is wanking my cock through my pants with her tongue down my throat.
There's a side road between the restaurant and hotel and we have one mind now, Lily and I. We don't even talk about it. We dive down the road, looking for some place to hide. Here it is: the wall is built back to make space for some urban foliage. We step back into it and the rationale behind the short coat is revealed. Lily turns her back to me and I pull up the coat, which is short work. There it is, that tight American butt. She bends. My fingers quickly find her pussy. Wet. I have to squat down and bury my face in that butt and tongue it. So I do. She presses herself back into me. Ass cheeks flagrantly in my face. I find her sweet little hole.
Lily's ass. So this is maybe what they mean by the Land of Plenty: both firm and smooth but also so fucking ripe. Peachy is the word, I guess. One godDAMN peachy ass, and I'm buried in it. Almost I can't get enough of it but looking up we realise that on the other side of the road is another very nice restaurant. And at the plate-glass windows looking out are the blithe customers, who are in their real world, not fucking in the street.
Lily stands up, smoothes down her coat. Turns. I feed her my pussy-juiced fingers to suck. We kiss deep again and I ram my as-yet-unreleased cock up against her. We have to find another place. Quick.
So we do. Lily has already had her hand down my pants several times by now but now I need her to suck me so yank my pants down and down she squats, and straightaway she's deepthroating my prettyfuckinghard cock. This is something she does very well, if you want to know the truth.
Only time for a few deep thrusts in her wet, open mouth before a car which had passed us before one way now comes back the other way and the word “public” becomes an unavoidable fact.
We straighten up and giggle. OBVIOUSLY I have to feel for her pussy and two-finger-fuck it before we arm-in-arm resume the street and respectability, citizens once more. Although not quite. Walking down the main drag I have to finger her again and I do, from behind, holding her close, with my fingers up her pussy, her regular-paced walking in time with my fucking, deep kissing her as we go. We surely appear respectable, until it dawns on me that we've only been guarding ourselves from the prying eyes of people coming towards us. I turn back to see a guy following our progress with no little interest. Swift removal of fingers from pussy.
We load up with another prosecco from Tescos. My pants are now pretty precumtastic. Which Lily, having found me several times down there by now, knows very well. Something very cool about wandering around a city mini-supermarket in the early evening with a girl whose hands are wet from wanking your precumming cock. And trying to figure out which reasonably-priced carbonated white wine to buy at the same time.
Finally we get to her room. Tempo change. Lily lays right back on the bed like she's lying back on sweet opportunity itself, and opens her legs in the same spirit so at last I can get to that pussy. I go down on her for a long, long time until she cums. I enjoy calibrating my licking to push her closer and closer to the edge, then finally over it. Two previously poured glasses of fizz have to wait a real long time to be drunk. Nice tiny floral panties, pulled to one side. Then we fuck missionary, then doggy. Pretty fucking hard. Then I lie back while Lily deep-throats me at our complete leisure this time, going right down to the base, her legs bucking with each thrust as my cock goes down her throat. She stays there, coating my cock in her spit and I love looking at her face in quarter-profile as she does so, those fine features and that perfect complexion as she feeds on me. I fuck her mouth and – you know, it feels right now – I let go: jet after jet of spunk shoots down her throat and she swallows it. Pretty much all of it, excepting what only made it to her face. Nice look.
And then I make her squirt. Now that was something. She's face down with that same peachy ass in the air, and I'm sticking my tongue as far as I can down her cute little asshole while simultaneously driving two fingers down into her cunt and she's once again going down into it, further and further down until - there it is – Lily letting everything go to hell and beyond and squirting over my hand.
After which she's just gone, sprawling over the bed, breathing deep, like as if she's just surivived a bungey jump or something, giggling uncontrollably, and apologising for giggling but she can't help it because that's only happened the one time before. A first time for me though.
Now we've overshot the time a morsel and I have to go. Time to put an egg in my shoe and beat it. But there she sits before me and all I want to do is lick that pussy again. There's no time, but passing behind her to go to the shower I kiss her neck and shoulders and lobes and this goes down pretty well.
Next time has to be an overnight because we never got to the bottom of it all. I mean: why oceanography? So many questions and – thank God – a hefty amount of the severance package to go.
A text from Lily the next day to say good news: her hickies are barely visible. So now I know what hickies are.
