My cum on your face

It is afternoon. A thunderstorm – with flashes of lightning and sheets or rain – is over the city. Our plans to go out are spoiled for the time being. We are stretched out on the bed, reading. I put my book down and roll onto my side, watching you read.

“It sucks that it’s raining,” I say. You nod. “I guess it happens pretty much every afternoon,” I continue. You keep reading. I stare at you and tell you you’re beautiful. You smile. My dick is starting to get hard. I kiss your forehead. You keep reading. When I kiss your cheek you move your book to one side so you can keep reading. “Really, Nuri,” you say, “you’re being quite a nuisance.” But I can see you smiling.

I sit up next to you. Looking at you lying there – in a tight white t-shirt and panties – makes me want to fuck you pretty badly. I begin running my hand along your stomach. “Listen,” you say, “stores closed.” “But I’m so fucking horny,” I tell you. “Stores closed,” you repeat, “you can take care of things your self once in a while, can’t you?”

A little dejected but a lot hard I pull my dick out, spit into my hand and begin to jack off. “Ruby,” I say, “I’m imagining your lips around my dick. I’m thinking about sliding my cock between your tits – into your pussy. That would be so good.” You continue to read. I can see you looking over though, from time to time, and can see your nipples through your shirt.

“It would be so good right now,” I continue, “to feel your clit against my tongue. To taste your pussy.” I see you shifting a little on the bed – just moving your ass a bit – you’re starting to get excited. As I talk to you I get more and more excited. My dick is throbbing as I twist and stroke my head.

“I love seeing you lick your nipples,” I say, “I love licking them with you. That always makes me so excited – feeling our tongues together on your tits.” The first feelings or orgasm are starting – and almost ticklish feeling at the end of my cock. “I love it when you kiss and lick my nipples too,” I tell you, “they go hard when you do that. Sometimes you could almost make me cum just by kissing them.”

You appear to be reading but I can see a faint flush spreading on your cheeks and throat. I am breathing heavily now. My orgasm is imminent. “I loved that time in New York when I jerked off on your foot under the . . .” I don’t finish my sentence. I begin to cum. I point my dick at your face and cum on it.

When it first lands on your chin and bottom lip you’re startled. Then you laugh. “Fucking A, Nuri,” you say, “you’re making a fucking mess.” I don’t say anything but keep cuming. The next strand crosses your mouth and lands on your left cheek. You stick out your tongue and taste it.

The next spurt lands on your nose and the top of you left cheek. The last one, as my body shudders, ends up on your throat. Your book is down now and your hand is between your legs. “Hmmm,” you say, with my cum on your face and running, “I think the store might be opening soon.” “I hope so,” I say, as I move between your legs and begin kissing you through your panties. You moan softly as I pull them aside and give your cunt a deep, wet kiss.

Fucking you in the Singapore botanical garden

We’re in a cab from the hotel.  There’s a place that I want to share with you – the Singapore botanical garden.  I visited it a few years ago, and given your love for sex in gardens, it seems a perfect spot for us. 

As the cab makes its way through the quieting streets, my excitement is building. Your wearing a denim skirt, a grey tank top and flipflops. I can’t wait to be between your legs. You’re looking out the window, watching the city pass by. My hand is on your thigh, caressing it lightly.

The taxi stops and I pay the fare. We step onto the sidewalk. The air is hot and close. We hold hands and walk into the garden. We go in at the Nassim gate and stop at the visitor center for a map. The garden is giant with all different paths and plantings. We walk out, our bodies close, to explore.

I warn you that we’re not in Italy and that we’ll have to be very discreet is we don’t want to face serious trouble. “If we’re caught,” I say, “it’s quite likely we’ll end up in prison.” You glance at me and smile. “We won’t get caught,” you say, “we’ll just have to be quick.” You take my hand and pull me along at a jog.

We walk along Upper Palm Valley Road, along the rainforest, to the Ginger garden. Along the way we stop to kiss. I love feeling your breath on me and stroking your hair with our mouths together. We arrive in the Ginger garden and explore its waterfall. We walk through the cave behind the water and look out into the park.

I lean against the stone wall. You lean against me. My arms are around you and I reach up for your tits, squeezing them through your light shirt. I roll you nipples between my fingers. I can feel them getting harder. You grind your ass into me and can feel me getting harder as well.

I drop my hands to your hips and pull you against me. You turn your head and we kiss like this. I want to cum like this, right now – but we hear the voices of people entering the cave. You stand a respectable distance from me. My pants are bulging as a gaggle of Chinese tourists walk into the cave. We walk out.

“That looks uncomfortable,” you say, eyeing my crotch. “Yeah, it is kind of,” I tell you, “but I’m sure we can fix that.” You give it a playful rub. “Yes,” you say, “I think we can arrange that.” Every time we think we’ve found a place to fuck, someone walks onto the scene. It’s starting to drive us crazy. “I hate all these interruptions,” you tell me. I totally agree.

We find a secluded bench and sit. “Poor Nuri,” you say, “with a big hard on and no place to put it. I’m ready too – really ready.” To show me, you reach up your skirt and rub yourself. You curl your finger around your panties and into your pussy. You bite your lower lip and smile at me. When you pull your hand out, your fingers are glistening wet. “See?,” you say.

You bring your fingers to my mouth and wipe them on my lips. I love the way you taste. My tongue is on your fingers – licking the length of them and between them. I suck the wet off you. You lean toward me and we kiss again. Your tongue is in my mouth and mine in yours.

A park employee walks by and at tsks us. “Not so much kissing,” she tells us as she passes. We sit a bit apart now. My arm is around you. My cock is absolutely throbbing.  I can still taste your pussy on my lips. You lean your head into mine. “Nuri, I need to have you in me really badly,” you say. I tell you I understand and we get up once again.

We stop at a bathroom and you run in. You’re out in seconds. “I took off my panties,” you tell me. “That will make it easier.” I tell you it’s good thinking. We make our way to the narrow trail through the rain forrest. It’s very quiet in here and we haven’t seen anyone in a few minutes. We both look around and decide that this may be our best shot.

You reach out and put your hands on the trunk of a tree. I stand behind you. “You look that way,” I say, “and I’ll look this way.” I pull up the back of your skirt. Your ass and pussy look so fucking good. I can’t wait to get in there. I stroke between your legs with my hand as I unzip my pants. Just getting my dick out is a relief – but it’s nothing compared to the relief of sliding in to you.

I groan. You push against me. You moan. We fuck. It’s quick. Both of us are on the lookout for anyone coming. I cum. Just in time too – we hear voices. I pull out, put in and zip up. You smooth down the back of your skirt. Your face is a little flush. You laugh nervously as we begin walking up the trail toward the voices. It’s another group of Chinese tourists. I can see my cum dribbling down the inside of your left thigh.

As we walk through the garden, it continues to run down your leg until it reaches your foot. Your flipflop is wet with it by the time we reach the taxi stand at the visitor’s center. We get into a cab and give the driver the address. You trace the path of my cum from your foot to your pussy with your finger, wiping up the little that remains. You open your mouth wide and stick your fingers in – making a big show for me of cleaning them off. You make me laugh.

I lean over and kiss you, rubbing your thighs. The driver is watching us in his mirror. We separate a bit but still hold hands. We stop at the hotel and get out. We make our way to the bar at the pool and grab a drink together. “That was fun Nuri,” you say, sipping your cocktail. “Fun,” I agree, “but not very relaxing.” We have a laugh and a kiss and smoke and sit and enjoy our drinks and each others company.

Shower Screw in Singapore

When we come up from the pool, you tell me you want to go out to explore the city.  I’d rather try to sleep off my jet lag a bit more.  It’s 10:30.  You tell me you’ll be back in a few hours.  I go to sleep. 

When I wake up the sun is setting. You’re not in the room. There’s no sign that you’ve been back. I feel horny and want to fuck. I’m a little pissed that you’re not around. I go into the bathroom. The shower is giant – two huge floor to ceiling glass walls enclose an eight foot tiled square. I am naked. I step in and turn on the water. Two shower heads – mounted on opposite ends of the shower sprinkle to life. It feel like a wonderful warm rain.

I hear you come into the room – carrying bags and thanking a bellman. I hear you rustling around out there – hangers sliding in the closet, drawers opening and closing, bags being emptied and folded. I wash my hair. You come into the bathroom.

“Where’ve you been?,” I ask, rinsing my hair. You lean on the sink and smile at me. You are wearing a sleeveless white button down top, a black skirt that comes just below your knees and black high heel pumps with open toes. You look great. “Shopping,” is all you say. I see that you’re not wearing a bra and in the humidity of the bathroom you shirt is starting to cling to your skin. I want you.

“For seven hours?.” You tell me yes, that you had many things you had to buy. You gesture up and down your outfit. “See?,” you ask, “do you like this?” I tell you that I do and ask you to come closer to the shower so I can see you better. You step toward me. I look you up and down. You do look gorgeous. I open the door to the shower and reach for you. I take your wrist and pull you to me. I kiss you. You twist a bit and tell me you don’t want to get your new clothes wet.

I pull you into the shower. The water makes your shirt translucent. It sticks to your body. Your dark eyeliner or mascara begins to run. Your hair hangs in wet strands around your face and head. I kiss you again – lifting your arms over your head and holding them there. I push my tongue into your mouth. Deep.

My right hand is groping your tits while I kiss you. They feel warm and firm in my hand – under your shirt – in the water. My hand trails down your body and into the top of your skirt. You aren’t wearing panties. I play a bit with your clit. “I want to fuck you,” I say. You say nothing.

I bring you to the floor of the shower. I’m holding your wrists at your side as we lower to the floor. You are on your back. I push your skirt up and spread your legs. My left hand is on your right shoulder. I am pushing myself into you my right. Once I am in, I hold your left shoulder with my right. I am fucking you hard. I put my arms behind your legs to spread you more and hold onto your arms.

I am pounding into you. Your breath is being forced out of you by me as we fuck. Water showers us both. You shirt is stuck to you, your shoes are bobbing in my peripheral vision. I’m going to cum. Instead of cuming inside you, I pull out and push your legs down. I begin jacking myself off and in no time I begin to cum. It sprays out of me and on to you. On to your shirt and tits and face. I cum a lot.

You ask me to pass you a shower head so you can make yourself cum. I sit on the floor of the tub and watch you as you do – playing with my dick the whole time. Your excitement brings me back to the edge of cuming again myself. This time, I want to cum in you so I move between your legs. “Tell me when you cum,” I say. You nod. Your body jerks a bit. “Do it now,” you say in a gasping voice, “do it now.”

I slide into you. I can feel your orgasm. Your pussy pulses and clenches. I love it. Only a few strokes and I cum inside you. I lie on you and then roll off beside you. You are wet and glowing. We kiss. The shower is still running.

Pool Sex in Singapore

The flight from Rome to Singapore is long – more than 12 hours with god knows how many time changes thrown in to mix to fuck with our heads.  We touch down early in the morning – and even after we clear customers it’s still not even 7:30.  It’s already warm – in the mid-80s and very humid.  We take a taxi to the hotel, slumping against each other sleepily. 

We’re staying at the Raffles Plaza – where I have stayed in the past. It’s big and apparently impersonal but I like it. Our room is large and open. The floor is cool tile – a welcome relief from the warm air. The high ceiling and large window opening onto a balcony overlooking the Raffles make it feel welcoming and familiar.

We unpack. Neither of us has much with us. As we put our things away, I can’t help myself. I want you and reach out for you. You’re focused on what you are doing and don’t have much patience for my advances. “Sush, Nuri,” you say, gently swatting my hand away from your tits, “let me get myself sorted out, will you?”

I sit on the bed and change into my swimsuit. “That’s fine – why don’t you get ready to go to the pool with me – there’s a great bar down there that you’ll love.” I watch you as you undress. Your body is so fascinating to me – the way your legs curve from your feet to your ass, the way your ass swells then tapers to your waist, the way your stomach leads to your tits, the way your tits sway as you move, the grace of your arms and hands as you do a thousand little things, the way your neck supports your head and beautiful face, your expressions as you look around and think about what you’re seeing and what to do, they way your hair covers your ears. I could site and watch you like this forever.

Seeing you close your big eyes as you think – god how good you look – your eyelids colored with a blush of shadow from yesterday in Italy still. You are facing me, pulling your suit on – it’s bright red and gold – the red almost matching the bright red of your nails. “You make me hard just standing there,” I tell you – as I rub at my dick – “I can’t believe you’re making me wait like this – what the fuck are we waiting for?”

You’re pulling your suit up around your waist – covering your bush (which I’d love to be burying my face in right now), now your stomach, now your breasts – and put your arms through the sides. “There,” you say, looking at yourself in a mirror, “how do I look?”

I tell you you are stunning and I’m not exaggerating. You reach for me now and pull me up toward you. We kiss. I am hard. I want to fuck you. “So let’s go down to the pool,” you say, reaching for a towel. I take one to and we walk out of the room.

It isn’t even 9:00 so that hallways are quiet. We take the elevator down to the pool level and are the only people there. The air is so warm and sticky that we can’t wait to get into the water. You dive in and pop out with your hair stuck to you head and face. “Oh Nuri,” you say, “this is great – come in with me.”

I jump in with you and swim toward you. We embrace and kiss in the pool. I tell you again how much I want to fuck you. Your tongue is in my mouth – stifling my words – it wasn’t important anyway. My hand is under the water and under the crotch of your suit. I can feel you wet and warm – even in the water I can feel your wet – it’s slicker than the warm water.

Your stroking my dick with your thigh. We continue to kiss now. Both of use getting more and more excited. “I really want you Ruby,” I say, pulling my mouth from yours. You reach down and stoke me with your hand. “Do you want to fuck me right here in the pool Nuri?” I tell you that I do. Of course public sex here in Singapore isn’t exactly OK.

“We have to be careful,” I tell you. You turn and rub your ass against me. “Maybe we could do something like this?,” you ask – reaching back toward me – pulling us together. I tell you I think we can make it work. I take you by the hand and lead you to wide stairs leading into the pool. I sit and guide you onto my lap. “Pull your suit to the side,” I tell you. You do. I slide my dick out of the top of my suit.

You sit on me as I guide myself into you. We try to look as casual as we can as you move on top of me. It doesn’t take long for me to feel the cum rising inside me – aching to spray into your wet cunt. I tell you how much I want you. To all the world, we appear just to be playing together in the pool – but in a moment I begin to cum inside you. You sigh. “I have told you how much I love having you cum in me?,” you ask. I tell you that you have. I kiss your neck – again and again.

You pull off of me and begin to swim. I put my dick away and swim off toward you. We laugh a little and splash and chat. It’s good to be here with you. Not long after we have sex, an employees shows up to open the poolside bar. We get out of the pool, dripping wet, and sit at the bar. We order cocktails and have a smoke. You’re dripping wet – as am I – your make up is running around your eyes. I tell you how fucking sexy you look. You laugh – probably not believing me – but it’s true.

I lean toward you and kiss you. “Ruby,” I say, “I can’t wait to fuck you again and again.” You look at me hard – “I can’t wait either Nuri,” you say – draining your glass, “Let’s go upstairs and do it right.”

My dick in your pussy

Before turning to our travels Ruby, I wanted to spend a few words on one of my favorite things – my dick being in your pussy.

This isn’t something that’s easy to describe.  You are on your back.  We have been playing for a while.  Your lipstick is on my face, dick and chest.  I am throbbing for you.  You are wet and waiting for me to be inside you.  

Your legs are spread. Your feet are on the bed. Your knees are up and bent. You are gently rubbing yourself. I am between your thighs. My dick is in my hand. I am on my knees. I rest my dick on you. You have a beautiful sleepy expression on your face – eyes half closed, a soft smile on your lips.

I rub the head of my dick along your lips. I can feel how hot you are. You reach your arms around the back of your thighs and spread your pussy open. I press my head into your pink. The smooth skin of you is incredible. You are wet and my dick pushes into you – spreading you open around me.

Your pussy wraps around me – its muscles holding me tight. I can feel your muscles tense as I slide deeper into you. The deeper I go, the warmer you feel – the more comfortable I feel inside you, the closer I feel to you. I want to get in so deep that I can’t tell where I end and you begin.

You pull you legs toward your chest, spreading yourself wider for me – letting me get in even deeper. I push into you with all my weight. You groan as I slide into you all the way – until there is no more of me to go into you. Until my balls are pressed against you.

Moving inside you is magic. The friction of my dick against the walls of your warm, wet pussy makes me ready to explode. Your sounds and breaths make me crazy wanting you. I feel the tip of my dick touching the deepest part of you. I am swimming in you, in a dream.

We move together. Faster and faster. Our excitement building. Our desire mounting. We are losing ourselves in each other. You clench me with your pussy. I cum deep in you. My warmth and wet adds to yours. As we relax, I go limp. Your pussy still holds me but less insistently now, more gently. It’s still wonderful.

Sliding out of you is hard. Being inside you is where I want to be – gripped and held by you, stroking you inside – close and warm and wonderfully together.

One hour for sex

You and I write to each other, telling each other all the things we want to do together.  We’ve wanted each other for so long.  We meet.  We make awkward small talk – wanting to touch, to kiss, to suck, to fuck – but we don’t have the time.  We have lunch and we kiss.  As I touch you, the blood surges to my dick.  I want you.

Lunch is over. You have to go to work. I have a meeting. We step out onto the street to hail a cab. We stand and smoke and wait. I look at you and can only think about fucking you, kissing your pussy, having you suck my cock. I don’t know what you’re thinking but I hope you’re thinking the same thing.

We’re in the cab. We’re riding back to your office. I can’t take my eyes off you – your face, you legs, your tits. I want them all; but every minute we drive is a minute closer to having to say goodbye. You lean against me. Your body feels good. Feeling you against me is too much. My hand is on your thigh, rubbing toward your hip. We kiss. We have to be together – there’s no way for us not to be at this point.

“I have to have you Ruby,” I kiss into your ear. You squeeze my cock and I know you feel the same way. The taxi is only a few blocks from your office. I rub your left breast through your shirt. You push yourself against my hand. “Oh my god Nuri,” you say, “we need to go somewhere. Fuck my job, I can be late.” I look at my phone. There’s more than an hour before my meeting. I look at you. I want you. I kiss you.

We tell the driver to pull into the underground car park at your office. I give him $50 to leave us alone for an hour. He can keep the keys. He begins to protest. I give him another $50. He looks at us, looks at the money and smiles. He finds a secluded section of the lot and parks the car. “Get going,” I tell him, and he heads toward the elevators. We are alone. The setting may be inelegant but at this point it doesn’t matter. We need to be together.

60 minutes. Our mouths are together in a flash. Neither of us can keep our mouths still as we find ways to press them tighter and closer together. Our tongues are everywhere. Your mouth is sweet and wonderful. It’s warm and unknown and I can’t get enough of it. But the time . . .

55 minutes. My hands are on your tits. Squeezing them though your blouse. You pull your shirt up so I can get my mouth onto them. I move my mouth from one nipple to the other – feeling them stiffen. Their texture and temperature and taste are everything to me right now. You’re kissing my head as I suck at you. My hand is moving up your skirt. I can feel how smooth and soft and warm you are. I can’t wait to have you.

45 minutes. Your shoes are off and you are rubbing my leg with your bare foot. We’ve talked so often about this happening that my head is spinning now that it is. My right hand is touching your panties. You are undoing my belt and pants and reaching in to pull me out. In a flash, your red lips are wrapped around my dick, sliding up and down me – licking my balls, my shaft, my head and the tip. I can’t tell you how fucking good this feels.

37 minutes. We are rushing and fumbling and aching to be together. “I love you kissing me,” I say, “but let me eat you too.” We struggle to position ourselves in the back seat. I am laying on the seat, my knees bent, my pants down. Your mouth is on me. I grab your ass and hoist you onto my face. I pull your panties to the side. Your pussy is pink and wet over my face. I pull you against my face. You begin grinding yourself into me. This is heaven.

30 minutes. Your ass is moving up and down on my mouth. Your pussy is salty and so wet – with you and with my saliva. I can’t get enough of you. My right arm is wrapped around your hips, moving you on me. My fingers are inside you, stroking you will I lick and kiss and suck your clit. Your mouth is moving on me in ways I can’t even begin to describe. I can feel your hands on my balls, stroking and squeezing. I could do this forever – but time is running short.

22 minutes. I can feel your excitement building. Your thighs are tight on my head and you are flicking your cunt on my face. I am craning my neck to get my mouth tighter against you, to press and rub my tongue on your clit. My face – my mouth and cheeks and chin – are sopping wet from your pussy – my mouth gets wave after wave of your wet. I can feel you tremble – rub, go tight and stop – again and again. I can hear you moaning with my dick in your mouth. We fuck each other’s mouths for ages. But we don’t have ages.

13 minutes. You’re grinding your pussy on my face wildly. My face aches from the pressure of you on me but I love it. The noises you’re making are choked by my cock. They’re a mix of moans and gasps and gags. Suddenly yo stop sucking and just move your hips. Rubbing then freezing, rubbing then freezing. You’re cuming on my face. I can’t breathe. Your pussy and ass and sealed against my face.

Six minutes. You bounce off my face and turn around – straddling me. Your rubbing your pussy – cuming. You have my dick in your hand and are rubbing it along your pussy – not quite putting it inside you yet. Your body is quivering. Your breath comes in fits and small bursts. Your eyes are closed. I reach for your hips and pull you down onto me. Your pussy spreads and my dick slides into you. You push down onto me and I am completely inside you. You sigh, smile and continue to rub yourself.

Three minutes. I pull you down toward me. Your breast hang above me face and I am licking and kissing them, brushing them with my beard. You are pulling me with your pussy, I can feel your muscles contracting around me. My hands are around your ass pushing you against me. We grind together. You lean your face to mine and we kiss again. Both breathing hard and heavy. I cum. I cum deep inside you. I can feel you clenching me. I cum for ages it seems. But time is almost up.

One minute. You slide off me – cum seems out of you. You wipe it off the inside of your thigh with your panties and pull your shirt down. I pull up my pants. We sort our selves out as best we can in the cramped back seat of the cab. We get out and both light cigarettes. We are holding hands – not talking. The door to the stairwell swings open and the cabby appears. He seems surprised to see us just standing there smoking.

“I’m going to have hell to pay when I get upstairs,” you say. “Me too,” I say, “I was supposed to be somewhere a while ago.” “Do you wish we hadn’t done that?,” you ask, glancing at the taxi. “Are you kidding,” I say, “that was the best.” You smile. I tell you I need to go. We kiss again – long and sweet. I watch you walk to the stairs and give the driver the address I need to go to. We pull out onto the street. I can smell our sex in the cab and all my thoughts are of you.

Sex with you in another time and another place

Ruby, I’ve been thinking about other occasions when sex with you would be great.  Here’s one that made me hard.

I’d like to be standing in front of you – close, our arms around each other, kissing. I want to feel your lips on mine, your tongue, your teeth, the smooth, warm, wet of your mouth. I want to hear you breathing through your nose as we press our mouths together.

I want to drop to my knees and push my face into your new, blue panties – maybe my tongue could fit into that little pocket. I’d like to kiss and lick the insides of your thighs, right at the top where the come together on either side of your pussy. I want to kiss them until I can feel you quiver with anticipation, anticipation for my mouth on your cunt.

When I feel that, I’ll move my mouth to the crotch of your panties. They will be damp. I’ll suck on the damp to make you wetter and to taste you I love the way you taste. It’s one of the reasons I love eating you so much. Kissing you through the fabric isn’t enough. I pull your panties to one side and push my mouth as hard against you as I can. My tongue is deep inside you now, moving to feel as much of you as I can reach. You sigh.

I pull my face away to focus on your clit. I stretch the skin around it with my fingers, exposing it to me. I begin to lick and suck at it, swirling it with my tongue – holding it between my lips, gently massaging it with my mouth. You gasp.

You step back to lean against the wall. I follow on my knees, never taking my mouth from you. Now I slide my fingers inside you and begin to rub the top of your pussy. You bear down on my face and hand. I look up at your face, it is contorted as you near the verge of orgasm. You move your self against me faster and harder, almost grunting as you cum. I suck the wet from you and stand up.

We kiss – long and deep. You squat now and undo my pants. You pull my dick out. It’s really hard and seeping pre-cum. Your excitement while I kissed you had me on the verge as well. You put me in your mouth and begin to suck and move your head. It feels so good to have you do this to me. My hands are on your head, guiding you on to me – pushing myself deeper into your mouth. I love the way you look while your sucking my cock. I tell you I am close to cuming. I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I pull out of your mouth.

“Stay there,” I say, “jerk me off onto your tits.” You smile and rub them through your sweater. “You want to get cum on my new sweater?””Yes,” I tell you, “I want you to make me cum on your tits.” You are rubbing my dick, and kissing and licking the head. My body is getting tighter and tighter. I am breathing very hard. I can’t wait for the release that is about to happen. I say your name and begin to cum.

It starts on your face but you point me down at your tits and keep jerking. I continue to cum until I am spent. My cum is all over the front of your sweater, making it dark. You smile and me – I am puffing for air. “I like how warm it felt on my skin through the sweater,” you say, wiping the cum off your face and neck and eating it. “That was so good Ruby,” I tell you. You stand and we kiss again. “Yes it was Nuri, it really was.”

Kissing for hours in a garden outside Verona

 

The ride to Verona was wonderful.  As you know, fucking you like that had been a fantasy for me for a while; and to have had the chance to do it with you on our ride from Florence – what could have been better?  And your telling of our first fuck in Verona – after visiting the statue of Juliet – was wonderful.  Being there in your arms (and legs) was magic.  But now you want to hear about the two of us in the garden and so I will try not to disappoint you.

 

We have no car, and so, like many Italians, we rent a scooter to explore the countryside.  The morning is warm and bright.  You are beautiful.  You’re wearing simple sandals today and your feet and toes look delicious in them.  You are wearing a skirt, black, that comes to the middle of your thighs.  Your top is just a grey t-shirt – nice and tight – that shows your breasts well.

 

Your arms are around my waist as and I can feel you knees squeezing me.  We don’t know where we’re going but don’t really care.  As we make our way out of the city, your hands are in my lap, pressing my dick – which is starting to get hard.  I feel your lips on my neck.  It’s terrific.  I love times like this with you – free, moving and aching to fuck.

 

The further we get from the city the greener the world becomes.  We stop to walk and to buy some lunch.  Your eyes are reflecting the green all around us – they look beautiful.  We kiss.  Our bodies close, I touch your breast.  You whisper in my ear that you love it when I touch you and you kiss me.  We buy some wine and cheese and bread for the road and head into the hills north of the city.

 

The road becomes as series of narrow switchbacks as we climb.  Your arms are tight around me.  We pass fields and forrest and farms.  As we get higher, houses become sparse.  Near the top of the hill we pass the ruin of a farmhouse.  You ask me to stop.  We pull in to what was once the drive I suppose.  The house was made of stone but much of it has collapsed.  

 

A tall wall – collapsed in many places itself – encloses what had been the garden.  You take my hand and I lead you over the rubble into the garden.  Although it hasn’t been tended in years, there are still flowers blooming – and patches of soft green growth, shaded by tall trees.  “It reminds me of ‘The Secret Garden’,” you say.  I only nod in wonder as we stroll about this relic from the past – a garden, left to it’s own devices – but still giving a hint of what it was once.

 

You sit beneath a tree and smile up at me.  “Isn’t this perfect?,” you ask.  “Yes, it is,” I say, sitting beside you and pulling you close to me.  We kiss – long and wet – out tongues together.  You pull your mouth away for a moment.  “Nuri,” you say, “there’s something I’d really love you to do for me.”  I lean down, propping my head on my right hand, elbow on the ground.  “What’s that?” I ask.  You tell me you want some wine.  I get up and go back to the scooter for our bag.  When I come back, you are sitting naked under the tree.

 

“C’mon Nuri, get undressed.”  There’s no one around and we haven’t seen anyone since we started going up the hill – and certainly neither of us are shy – so I put the bag down and strip off my clothes.  I sit beside you.  You laugh.  “It’s funny to be just sitting here, like this,” you say, “naked, in the middle of some abandoned garden here in Italy.  How did we end up here again?”  “I have no idea,” I tell you and I reach for the wine.  We realize we have no opener or glasses.  I push the cork into the bottle, take a sip and pass it to you.

 

The wine splashes out of the bottle as you tip it to your lips and now red wine is running down your body.  “Shit,” you say, but then you realize it really doesn’t matter and drink some wine.  I lean toward you and follow the tiny trickle of spilled wine up your body with my tongue.  I start on your stomach and move up between your breasts.  You tell me how good my tongue and lips feel on your body.  I kiss your chest – small kisses – across the top.

 

The sun is filtered through the bright green leaves high above us, bright flowers are all around us, the air is warm and alive.  “Mmmm, Nuri, I love your mouth on me, I want to feel your mouth all over me – would you do that?  Would you kiss me everywhere”  I look into your eyes and tell you how beautiful you are.  “There’s nothing I would rather do,” I say, leaning in to kiss your mouth.  Your tongue meets mine and your eyes close.

 

You are in my arms, our skin is magic when it touches.  We lower ourselves to the ground.  I sit up at your side and stroke you hair.  You smile at me.  Sun dapples your body.  I lean over and kiss your forehead.  My kisses are small and soft and spread across your face from temple to temple.  My kisses cross your cheeks and your nose; my lips massage your eyelids.

 

You sigh as my mouth moves to your right ear.  I kiss behind it and around it – my tongue traces its shape.  Focusing on your body in such detail is making me so excited.  I kiss from your ear down along your jaw – stopping at your chin to give it a little lick and suck – you giggle.  I move to your left ear and give your lobe a little bite.  “I want to kiss your mouth some more,” I say as I press my lips to yours.  

 

Ruby, kissing you is the best.  I could spend hours with my mouth on yours – feeling your breath on my cheek; tasting your mouth, knowing that our spit is mixing and swirling between us.  Reluctantly, I take my lips from yours; but I don’t stop kissing you.  I kiss your lips – not together but each one individually.  I kiss across your top lip and kiss the corner of your mouth.  I run my tongue across your lower lip – it’s so soft and full.

 

I sit up and cradle your head in my arms.  I kiss your hair.  It smells good.  I peek down at your face – I can see you looking up at me.  I’ve been kissing your face and hair for ages it seems – but I could kiss you forever Ruby.  “I need a drink,” I say, and reach for our wine, taking a draw.  Your head rests on the grass.  “Where will you kiss me next Nuri?,” you ask, running your hands up your body.

 

Your throat,” I say, as I begin kissing it.  “It’s so long and graceful.  Ruby, I fucking love your neck.”  You push your head back, raising your throat for me to kiss it.  I run my tongue down the length of it on the left side.  You sigh again then giggle, “Nuri, your beard tickles.”  I nuzzle you and make you laugh out loud. As I move my mouth around your neck, I brush your nipples with the fingers of my right hand.  I feel them tightening.  I love being able to excite you.

 

I squeeze you left breast, kneading it.  It feels so firm and full and warm.  I kiss your shoulder.  I kiss along from your shoulder to your throat.  I lean over you and kiss along to your left shoulder.  Your arms come around my shoulders and pull me to your body.  I press my face into your left armpit.  You laugh again and squirm.  Your arms press against your body to protect yourself.  I won’t thwarted though – I pry your left arm from your side with my nose and mouth and kiss along the inside of your arm from your armpit to your wrist.  You beat the ground with your heels.  “Oh shit Nuri, that fucking tickles.”

 

I begin kissing your left hand.  “Is this better?,” I ask, kissing your palm.  “Mmm hmmm,” you say, as I move my tongue between your fingers and begin sucking them one at a time.  I move my head to your soft stomach.  I kiss and lick it all across and up and down.  I lick around the bottom of your left breast.  I kiss around and around it, kissing and licking my way to your hard pink nipple.  My hand is on your right breast.  I move my mouth to it and suck and chew gently on your nipple.

 

Your nipple is on my tongue and I am pulling it into my mouth – I am pulling as much as your breast as I can into my mouth.  Your skin is slick and smooth as I move my mouth against it.  As much as I am loving kissing you like this, I can’t wait to fuck you.  Avoiding your right armpit, I your arm and the inside of your elbow and then your hand.  Your hand has drifted between your legs.

 

Turn over,” I say, “I want to kiss your back and ass now.”  Your roll over.  My knees are on either side of your ass.  I lean against you and begin to kiss the back of your neck.  I whisper in your ear as I nuzzle your head, “Ruby, being with you means everything to me.”  I kiss you across the back of you shoulders.  I kiss and lick down your spine.  My mouth slides across the bottom of your back and onto your ass.  Though the day is warm, your ass is nice and cool.

 

I move my mouth between your cheeks and drag my tongue toward your asshole and poke it softly.  I can feel your muscles clenching.  I push my tongue against it more.  You spread your legs for me.  I kiss from your ass around to the inside of your thighs near your pussy, that “little hollow” and begin kissing there.  It tickles you and you slam your legs together, squashing my face between your thighs.  I kiss the back of your left thigh and kiss around and around it as I move toward your knee.  “Don’t even think about it,” you say; and so I kiss down you calf and onto your ankle.

 

Your sole is pink and wrinkled.  I lick the length of your foot with my wide wet tongue.  I lift your foot and kiss your toes, putting them all into my mouth.  I see you grinding your pussy against your hand and I want to kiss you there – but not yet.  I fall onto your right leg and kiss and lick it from toes to ass.  As I move my mouth up the inside of your right thigh, you begin bucking.  “Roll over.”  You do.  I begin rubbing your thighs and kissing them.  I kiss your knees and then down to your feet; but all the time I am thinking about your pussy.

 

I can’t wait any more.  I’ve kissed virtually every inch of you.  My lips or tongue have touched you everywhere.  I lift and spread your legs, exposing and opening your pussy.  My mouth, which knows you, wants to taste you badly.  My head slides down toward your pussy.  Your fingers are rubbing your clit.  I watch, my mouth watering for you.  I slip my fingers into you and begin kissing your clit.  

 

It’s as if all the excitement that’s been building in both of us is bursting out at once.  I am attacking your pussy with my face – licking, kissing, sucking, wanting more.  You are lifting yourself into my face – bouncing it against me – almost cooing as we work you toward an orgasm.  I rub you inside, I lick you outside.  You sandwich my head – thighs pressing against my ears, your hips pressing against my mouth, your hands pressing my head into you.  You are jerking against me and you cum.  I keep sucking you, licking you, wanting more of you.

 

Oh fuck me Nuri, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”  You say this, but your are crushing me against you as you cum.  My face is sore from the pressure – my tongue is numb from stretching and reaching into you.  I can’t wait to fuck you but first I need for you to release me from your grip.  Your body is tight and twitching, jerking and shuddering; your breath is short and shallow, groaning and gasping.  I feel your body relaxing and take my face away from your pussy.

 

My cock is pulsing, wanting to be in you.  You look so relaxed and satisfied that I almost don’t want to break the moment – but I need to fuck you so badly.  You take my head in your hand and pull me toward your face.  We kiss and I feel your warm wet pussy against my dick.  “Slide it in.”  I push your legs further apart and ease myself into you.  You wrap your arms around my shoulders.  I slide my arms around you.  We hold each other as tightly as we can.  Your legs push me into you – wrapped around my ass.

 

I fuck you slowly.  You kiss my mouth and I kiss you.  I don’t want this fuck to end and keep it as slow as I can – but I can’t control myself.  In no time I am ready to cum.  I whisper in your ear that I am going to cum.  You tell me you want to feel it inside you and I push hard into your pussy.  I cum.  I feel you squeezing me.  “I love feeling how warm your cum is in me,” you say, “and how it spreads inside me.” You kiss my ear.  We stay together, wrapped in each other’s arms and legs.

 

Finally, I roll off you.  My arm is around your shoulders and your head is on mine.  My right arm is under my head, supporting it and letting me see this garden where we’ve spent the better part of the day.  You have a wonderfully dreamy look on your face.  “This is just what I wanted Nuri,” you tell me, with your eyes closed and the sun dancing across your body.

 

We wake up after a drowsy late afternoon there in the wild garden of the ruined stone house.  We eat our bread and cheese and wine – still naked – and continue to reach for each other, stroking one another’s bodies and kissing now and then.  Reluctantly we get dressed and mount the scooter for the ride back to Verona.  It’s been a wonderful day.  I ride and relish the memory of every inch of your body.  I reach down and squeeze your thigh as the city comes into view.

 

Fucking your legs on the train to Verona

I’m sorry that we’re leaving Florence but am looking forward to spending time in Verona with you Ruby. Especially when the trip starts on a train . . . 

We leave the pensione for the last time, kissing our way onto the street. We make our way to the Stazione Santa Maria Novella. It is Saturday and the station is crowded with families and tourists. Our train is in the middle of the afternoon. The trip will take almost four hours. We hold hands as we wait.

Aboard the train we find seats and settle in. The train is full but not too crowded. You sit at the window, looking out first at the city and then at the countryside as we leave Florence. You are wearing a dress today – black, and very nice black stockings with chunky black high heels. I’ve never seen you wear them before and I tell you I like them very much. You blush just a little. I reach down to touch them but you slap my hand away playfully. “No, Nuri,” you say slyly, “that’s not the way things are going to happen.”

I settle back and console myself by undressing you with my eyes. Your outfit is perfect. It shows just enough cleavage to make me pay close attention. As the train moves, your breasts shift along with its gentle motion. Your hair is up. I can see your ear and your beautiful neck. As you turn you head to watch the scenery pass, it flexes in wonderful ways. Your nails are painted a deep red, almost black. I find it impossible not to stare at you and imagine being with you again.

You seem to sense my eyes. You are smirking – I can see your reflection in the window. Suddenly you turn your head and face me. “Nuri,” you say, “these shoes are totally killing me. Would you be willing to rub them for me – just a little.” My dick starts to get hard. I agree and you turn your body toward me. You slide off your heels and put your feet in my lap – giving me a little rub as you do.

I cradle your right foot in my hands and begin to rub it softly. You lift you calf to make it easier for me. I can see up your dress. You have a wicked smile on your face. I see that you are not wearing panty hose but real stockings. I can see your smooth white thighs and get harder. I can also see that you’re not wearing any panties. I want you so badly.

You lean against the window and pull out a book. It is “Delta of Venus,” a book of erotica that I gave you. “Would you like me to read to you?,” you ask. I say that I would and you begin. Sitting on the gently rocking train, with one foot in my hands and the other pressing against my cock – and knowing that your bare pussy in only inches away – while listening to you read these stories is making me want to fuck your brains out.

You know what you are doing to me. My dick is so hard in my pants that it is obvious. You flick it with your toes. “My pussy is so fucking wet right now,” you say to me in a whisper, “do you want a taste?” I nod, speechless. You hold the book in your right hand and slide your left under your dress. You never break eye contact and nor do I. Now your wet fingers and in my mouth. I am sucking and licking them – kissing each one – and tasting you.

You take your hand back and begin reading again. You shift your ass closer to me. Now your calves are on my lap. You rub them together on my dick. You close the book again. “Do you remember the very first story you ever sent me Nuri,” you ask smiling. “Was it a train story?” “Yes, it certainly was. It was a story about you fucking a woman’s legs on a train in Boston. Do you remember it?” “Yes,” I tell you, “I remember it very well.” “I loved the way you described everything for me, her clothes, her shoes, her hair, her body. Just thinking about it makes me wet.”

“Would you like to fuck my legs on this train right now,” you whisper to me, “I’d really like it if you would. I’ll just play with my pussy while you slide your dick between my bare thighs.” “Oh my god, Ruby,” I say in a gasp, “I’d fucking love that – are you serious?” You slide your dress up a bit more, exposing the tops of your stockings. “Of course I’m serious,” you say, “how can we make it work?”

I look around the car. It is probably a third full. No one is paying any attention to us but anyone walking down the aisle would see us in an instant. You press your ass and pussy tightly against my right leg and drape your legs over my lap, you bend them a bit so they don’t stick out into the aisle. You are posed so incredibly seductively.

Your bag is on the floor. You reach into it and take out a scarf. It is silk, black with red flowers and intertwining green stems. I bought it for you in Florence. “Hmmm,” you say looking at it, “do you think this will work?” At this point I don’t even care. I could cum in my pants but don’t want to do that. I want to cum between your legs. You spread the scarf casually over your lap and begin hiking up the back of your skirt beneath it. It comes almost to your knees. It will cover us, but only just.

“Unzip your pants.” you tell me. I do. I pull myself out and feel your legs close around me. I’m not on your bare skin but on the nylon just below the top of your stockings. Your rub your legs against me tentatively. “Does that feel good?,” you ask. “You know it does.” “Mmmmm, yes I do. I can feel how hard and excited you are. But do you know what? I can’t really reach my pussy like this. Would you help me?” I slide my right hand under the scarf and under your skirt in touch you. “Oh, that feels good,” you say.

I can’t believe how wet you are. Your pussy is almost flowing. It’s a difficult angle and I am not easily able to slide my fingers into you. Instead, I rub you on the outside, pressing against your clit very carefully. I don’t want to move my arm too much – so I won’t attract attention. Your legs are squeezed tight around me, moving so slightly, but making me crazy. “Will you read to me now Nuri?,” you ask – handing me the book.

The sensation of your thighs slowly – so slowly – rubbing me is fabulous. Rubbing slowly up and down your lips and softly pressing your clit has me intoxicated. I read but don’t hear any of it. Your eyes are half closed and you are breathing slowly – almost carefully – through your mouth. Your lips are flushed and it looks as though you might cum. “How are you doing Ruby?,” I ask in a dream. “You have no idea how good I feel right now,” you say almost inaudibly, “you’re going to make me cum soon Nuri.”

I can tell. Your body is shuddering so slightly that it is barely perceptible. To anyone walking by, we would appear as still as stone – but with small slight movements we are building toward explosive results. I continue to try to read but my voice is low and rasping and I try to keep from moaning. Your hand is in your lap now – on top of mine. I can’t wait anymore and I begin to cum. My body tenses and relaxes as my cum spreads over your thighs. You cum an instant after me – I can tell by the way your body is tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing – as you squeeze your legs tight now against my hand.

Your eyes are tightly shut and your mouth is fixed in a grimace that is between pleasure and pain. Having to stifle the sounds and movements we make when we cum is draining. Soon though, both our bodies soften like butter left in the sun. I pull my hand away from you and lick you off my fingers. I put my dick back in my pants – which now have cum on them – and zip up. You swing your legs back in front of you and slide on your shoes. The front of your skirt – and your stockings – are wet with my cum.

You quickly look around the car – and seeing that no one is coming, you bring your face to my lap and kiss the cum, licking it off me as best you can. Your lipstick though is on me now as well. I look down at my lap and laugh. “This will never do Ruby – it’s pretty obvious what’s gone on here,” I say, wondering what to do.

Your rub my cum into your thighs. It’s not very obvious at all. You stand and take our bag from the luggage rack and hand it to me. “Here,” you say, “why not change. I’ll keep look out.” I manage to change without incident, putting my dirty clothes carefully into the bag. We behave ourselves for the rest of the ride, kissing now and then of course – but nothing more.

As the train pulls into the station, you take my arm and pull me close. “I want to take you to see the statue of Juliet,” you say, “rubbing her breast is meant to be good luck.” I reach over and rub yours and kiss you. It’s time to get off the train and hand-in-hand – and satisfied – we walk off onto the platform.

Fucking you alone

For all intents and purposes, you have vanished.  I know you are still there but we can’t be together.  What a shitty situation.  It’s one that leaves me few alternatives.  So I find myself alone, but still fucking you – in my mind at least. 

We are in your room. The candles and incense are burning. We are close in your bed – under the covers, our naked bodies touching. (I am alone in my bed, on my back – my eyes closed – thinking of you.) My arm is under your shoulders. Your skin and weight feel great. I bring you toward me – we kiss, our tongues touching, us laughing. (I can feel myself getting hard.) I take my arm from under you and prop myself up on my left elbow. We continue to kiss. I play with your tits. (Absentmindedly, I begin playing with my dick.)

I stoke your hair and say your name, kissing your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, nose, lips, ears. Kissing you is great. Your mouth is on my face as well, leaving it feeling warm and wet. (I begin stroking myself more now.) You reach down and touch me. Your hand wraps around my dick and gives it a gentle squeeze and tug. (I am doing the same.)

I reach between your legs and begin rubbing your pussy. Not hard, just softly to get you wet. I can feel you wet on my fingers. I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean. (I bring my hand to my mouth and spit into it for lubrication.) I begin rubbing your clit. You keep stroking me. We kiss now and then but we are both focused on each others bodies and what we are feeling. (My dick is slick with my saliva.)

Still rubbing you, I slide down your body, kissing your throat, your tits, you belly, you hips. I move between your legs and begin kissing around your pussy – my fingers moving in and out of you. (I and hard imagining this and am stroking myself.) You taste good. Your hands are in my hair and your thighs press my ears. My tongue is on your clit and two fingers are inside you – moving smoothly to make you excited. (I groan.)

Your hips move up and down against my face and you say my name. Your breath is in short, sharp gasps. (I keep forgetting to breathe.) You tell me you are cumming and that you want me inside you. I keep kissing you a little more and watch you squirm. (I am almost cumming myself.)

I move up the bed and you slide my dick into you. I slide in and out, keeping time with your breathing. (My hand is moving up and down, stroking that little spot just below my head.) On top of you, I am breathless as I begin to cum inside you. You pull me to you and whisper my name in my ear. We kiss. (I turn on my side and begin to cum. In my mind, I am in you and we are tangled together.)

We sleep. (I sleep.)