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After the mind-blowing anal sex experience, the rest of our stay unfolded quietly. After an hour-long walk along the beach, we returned to the room. We undressed and switched off the lights. In the darkness, our warm bodies found each other under the covers.
Our soft-spoken sweet nothings were interspersed with equally soft kisses. We caressed each other before sleep, and gently claimed us. Sometime during the night, we did indulge in a quickie, but it was not worth writing home about. We woke up the next day.
We stayed in each other’s embrace with our eyes locked, with a bittersweet feeling. Our time together was coming to an end. But we cheered up a bit when we promised each other to go on another holiday soon, and this time for a longer duration.
We had our breakfast and checked out of the hotel. On the way back, Bridget asked me to stop at a supermarket to let her buy some groceries. We resumed our journey, and due to heavy traffic, we reached Bridget’s house around lunchtime.
“Come inside for some time. We can have lunch together,” Bridger pleaded as if she was reluctant to let me go. I wanted to stay back too.
“But what about your roommates. I don’t want to disturb them,” I asked.
“Babe, just because I have taken the day off doesn’t mean the others are not working too,” she said, laughing out loud. “They both must be at work unless…” and she broke off.
“Unless?” I prodded her.
Bridget leaned and came closer and gave a peck on my cheek, “Unless we are having bad luck,” she whispered, giving me a coy look.
The way she said that something stirred in my loins. I smiled and pecked her lips before stepping out of the car and taking out her bag from the boot. As we walked up the path to her house, we maintained a healthy distance. But after Bridget made sure that the house was indeed empty, she came into my arms.
I clutched both of her ass cheeks and held her tightly, while we kept kissing furiously. A while ago, I was in a pensive mood, wondering when I could have her next. After the initial frenzy, I held her baby face and planted soft kisses all over before offering my tongue, which she gladly accepted.
Between our kisses, I got rid of her clothes except for her bra and panties. I cupped her breast and kept squeezing it. I did the same to one of her ass cheeks with our mouths tightly clamped. Bridget then knelt in front of me and freed my cock from its captivity.
Without any delay, she took it in her mouth and sucked it as if her life depended on it. When I felt that I might explode any moment, I placed my hands gently on her shoulders, signalling her to stop. I slid my arms beneath her armpits, raised her slowly, as our gazes locked in anticipation, till her body aligned with mine.
I licked her tongue to taste the flavour of my cock, which was still very fresh. With my hands beneath her curvy bum, I lifted my precious darling and draped her over my shoulders before carrying her to the kitchen. I placed her gently on the worktop and, before resuming to ravish her, shared a glass of water with her.
As soon as I put the glass aside, we were back in each other’s arms. She sat on the worktop, and I stood between her open thighs. I unhooked her bra and let her massive melons free. Both of her nipples had become rock solid. I sucked and chewed one of them till Bridget could no longer take it.
She pried it away and pushed the other one between my lips. After resuming my onslaught on the latest offering, I managed to free Bridget of her panties. Her hairless pussy was glistening with her juices. I sucked her nipples. Bridget pressed my head against her boobs.
She combed my hair with her fingers while grunting ecstatically. I slowly but steadily started my journey towards her inviting crotch. I moved downward, I kissed and licked her cleavage, then her tits. From there, I moved on to her midriff before halting briefly near her navel.
I licked her entire stomach before diving my tongue inside her navel. She must have enjoyed the sensation. Her fat thighs went around my head and held it tightly in their scissor grip. I finally made my way to her honeypot. I lifted her smooth thighs and held them aloft.
She balanced herself on her elbows while presenting me with a magnificent view of both her holes. Before ravaging these, I turned my attention to her milky white thighs. I bit them all over, and as I did, Bridget squealed with delight.
She closed her eyes and groaned each time my teeth dug into her soft skin. Soon after, love bites adorned both her fair thighs. I couldn’t resist taking a photo of her in that position. Her ass was high up in the air, and her thighs were covered in purple marks.
I now moved my attention to her asshole. On our way back, Bridget had mentioned, almost in passing, that she felt sore in that place. “Umm. That feels so soothing,” she almost immediately reacted as I coated her dimpled hole generously with my spit.
I went on to massage it for some time to give more relief. I stroked the cleft between her ass cheeks, starting from her anus to her pussy. Finally, I turned my attention towards the hairless slit. I licked the moisture that had formed near the entrance.
I parted the lips of her pussy, and the wet pink inside urged me to taste the sweet nectar it was oozing. I didn’t waste any more time and softly clamped my mouth over her cunt. With equal softness, my tongue wandered all over the juicy inside to gather as much juice as possible.
I slurped the juices with delight. Bridget kept raising and swaying her cunt in mad frenzy. With my thirst quenched, I moved my attention to the top of her pussy and unfolded the petals to seek the magic spot. When the tip of my tongue touched her clitoris, a current must have gone through Bridget’s body.
She slammed her ass on the worktop in shock and let out a wild moan. She clutched my head and pushed it further inside her crotch. I struggled to focus on her G-spot as she pushed my head. I took care not to touch it more than necessary and instead licked the area surrounding it.
Eventually, her dam burst, and I drowned in her massive orgasm. I lapped the juices, which were now oozing freely. I got my face plastered with them. The moment she calmed down, I urged her to take me to her bedroom. She was quite exhausted and struggled to lift her large body.
I pulled her roughly towards me and kissed her wildly as my hands kneaded both her melons and pinched her nipples. I passed my hands behind her back and pulled her off the kitchen counter. The moment she was on her feet, she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I repeated my onslaught on her lips and her tits. “Let’s go to your bedroom and fuck!” I hissed in her ears. Bridget nodded and, holding my hands, hurried towards her room. The moment we entered, I made her kneel and entered her pussy from behind.
I kept ramming her with all my might, and each collision would form ripples on her massive ass. I paid no attention to her screams. I clutched her ass, and my shaft drove back and forth in her lubricated cunt. Eventually, I stopped to catch my breath. I tapped on her bum, signalling her to turn around.
She lay on the bed with her legs spread. I placed myself between them and inserted my cock in her pussy. She let out a gasp as it made its way inside her. She invited me into her spread arms. I lowered myself onto her chubby body, I tucked her breasts under my chest and let our nipples kiss each other.
“I love you, honey,” Bridget said as our chests crushed her balloons.
“Love you too, my darling,” I said, looking in her drunken gaze.
“Fuck me hard and don’t stop,” she barely managed to say with the last of her strength. I passed my arms beneath her to clutch her shoulder. I clamped my mouth over hers and forced my tongue in. Bridget held me tightly by wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my ass cheeks.
I started moving up and down over her slowly and increased my pace steadily. Saliva started dripping from our closed mouths. Our grunts became louder each time my cock was shoved deeper in her pussy. Within no time, I found myself ramming Bridget with full throttle.
Now the only sound in that room was of our muffled grunts and the slapping of our pelvises against each other. After a few good minutes, our bodies were completely exhausted, our faces were slobbered as they fiercely stuck to each other, and it was sheer willpower that kept us going.
To my delight, Bridget had her second orgasm, and I rode wave after wave of her spasms. No sooner than she finished than I climaxed and my cum filled her cunt. When the last drop was deposited, I withdrew my pulsating dick and slid downward to watch her glistening pussy closely.
As the lips of her pussy closed following my withdrawal, a large amount of my cum oozed out of the slit. I lapped it and quickly made my way up to feed her. I repeated this till I cleaned her dry. By now, two good hours had passed since we arrived. In a few more hours, Bridget’s flatmates would return from work.
We both were exhausted beyond measure. Hence, after setting the alarm to go off in 2 hours, we embraced and slept into oblivion. The two hours passed in a jiffy, and as the alarm went off, it brought us back to earth. It was now time for me to leave.
Bridget insisted that I should eat something before leaving. After having a sandwich and a coffee, we kissed for one final time before parting.
Time passed by as we continued with our routine of going to and returning from her workplace each day. And each week we would try to meet at least once to have our sex sessions. Mostly, this would be at her place and as if by magic, her flatmates would not be around.
I knew that both were girls and one of them was her best friend, but I did not try to find out more about them. When the house was off-limits, we would spend a night in a nearby hotel. During one such weekend, we had to spend the night in the hotel.
The instant she stepped inside the car and kissed, I knew something was wrong. I decided to ignore and asked cheerfully whether we should leave. She smiled weakly and nodded. As I drove, her chatting seemed unnatural, as if she were trying to be normal.
As we entered the room, we came into each other’s arms as we usually did. Bridget let me kiss her. But something was amiss when she tried to kiss me back.
“Darling, is everything ok?” I asked, as I held her chin.
“Yeah,” she said with a half-hearted smile. She took off her clothes and crawled under the covers.
I undressed myself and followed her into bed. Our lips met and we kissed quietly. As our lips parted, I traced my lips over her face, shoulders and as she turned away from me with closed eyes, her back. I gently pulled her towards me by cupping her breast.
“You know. You can discuss anything with me if something is bothering you.” I tried to reassure her.
“Yes, baby,” she kissed my hand and placed it again on her bare bosom, “I know.”
“It’s nothing to do with us but about the house and my flatmates,” she continued. “And I don’t think there is much one can do about it,” she said with a smile which still betrayed some anxiety.
“If you don’t feel like doing it tonight, it’s perfectly ok.” I leaned over and placed my palm over her forehead as if to push her hair backwards.
“Aww… I am sorry,” she sincerely said, while inviting me to come into her stretched arms. “I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”
I went into her arms and hugged her tightly. With that, I dragged her over me. It took her by surprise, and she let out a loud ‘Aah’ as she landed over me, laughing and out of breath.
“No, you haven’t disappointed me. But it will be selfish on my part to expect sex from you while your mind is preoccupied with some issue. Given your mood, it seems quite serious.” I explained as Bridget dutifully listened with her chin on my chest.
“Well, you know I share the house with Janet and Amara,” she started, and I nodded in response.
“Janet is moving out as she has found a job up North,” she said. “And as if that was not enough, Amara, my best friend, has been made redundant,” she continued. The despair in her voice was quite evident.
“Ok. Good Luck to Janet. Sorry to hear about Amara, but she may find a job soon. So where is the problem?” I asked.
“Can’t you see? I don’t have that kind of money,” she said softly, but the frustration was unmistakable. Her face angled away to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
“I can’t afford to pay the entire rent. And I don’t want to be away from Amara. There are only two people whom I love, you and her.” I heard her sob quietly. “Even if I decide to move, it has to be on my own. And without a proper job, Amara will have to move back to Kenya.”
“I am sorry if I have spoiled your weekend,” she said, looking at me with teary eyes.
“Don’t be silly,” I said, wiping away her tears. “You know what, let me pay the entire rent. Problem solved.” I casually said with a smile to make the mood in the room lighter.
But it actually upset Bridget further. “And that is why I wasn’t going to tell you in the first place. I knew you would say something like that!” she said somewhat angrily with a touch of concern for me.
“I don’t get it,” I was genuinely confused. I was feeling proud to have found the solution so quickly. I was expecting gratitude or at least an expression of relief, but got told off instead.
“You see,” her voice had regained its softness, “you already spend so much on me. Each time we go out of town during the weekend, it’s you who pays for everything. Sometimes it even embarrasses me when I start wondering whether I am a gold digger.”
“Hey, hey, hey! Stop right there,” I said, as I sat upright. This conversation was getting way too serious.
I got off the bed and put on the kettle present in the hotel room. I made us coffee and sat next to her on the bed. I handed her one of the cups and put my arm around her, bringing her closer. I sipped my coffee and said, “Bridget, it’s been months since we have been lovers, and I am loving every moment of it.”
“Me too,” she interjected.
“Exactly. And that’s all that matters. We both love and care for each other. Yes, I am indeed the one who spends all the time. But my dear sweetheart, I don’t mean to be arrogant, but I do that because I, after being a businessman for several years, have slightly more money than you do.”
At this last statement, Bridget rolled her eyes.
“Okay, okay!” I laughed, “Lot more money, ok? There is no way I will let you spend money from the salary you earn each month.”
By now her mood had lightened. She took the empty cup and walked to the table. We were both still naked, and her swaying ass made me yearn for her as usual. As she returned, my gaze was fixed on her bouncy breasts. She eased me back onto the bed with a gentle touch, her eyes never leaving mine.
She snuggled into my chest with her back against my chest and my arm around her breasts. “Still, I can’t make you pay the entire rent,” she said, but now her voice was far more relaxed and composed. We were making some progress.
“Okay, here’s my offer,” I said. “How about I pay for Amara and Janet. And when Amara gets a new job, she can then start paying her share, and we can all live happily together.” Little did I know at that time that the last sentence would play a significant part in the days to come.
“I need to ask Amara if she is ok,” Bridget seemed to reason.
“No, just tell her that this is what we will do. And if needed, I will give her a job. We don’t want her to go back, do we?” I laughed as I leaned over to look in her eyes.
“No, not at all,” she agreed with a smile.
“So, all good?” I asked as I turned her around to face me.
She gave a silent nod and brought forward her lips. I was yearning for this moment after a serious evening and placed my lips over hers. She slipped her tongue, and I welcomed it heartily. At the same time, I felt her palm wrap around my flaccid cock.
As she got busy bringing it to life, I started to fondle her breasts and gently brush her nipples. It didn’t take long for the energy in the room to build up. Our kisses grew deeper, more urgent with every passing moment. My dick had outgrown Bridget’s palm.
When she thought it was strong enough, she brought herself on top of me and guided my cock inside her pussy. She took my hands and made me clutch her large breasts. I lost no time in kneading them vigorously. Bridget began to moan ecstatically.
She balanced herself with her hands on my chest, and her ass went up and down over my thick shaft. She got into rhythm, with her eyes tightly shut and mouth wide open. She let out a grunt each time her ass slammed over my dick. I drowned myself in the heavenly sensation.
With my eyes shut, I answered each of her guttural sounds with one of my own while my fingers rolled and pinched her nipples. Suddenly, she increased her speed. I knew she would climax any time. I increased the pressure on her nipples, making her wince louder and louder.
In the next few moments, her body started to rock uncontrollably. As she struggled to steady herself due to the intensity of the spasms, I let go of her nipples and held her by her ass. Even at that point in time, I couldn’t resist caressing and kneading her ass.
As the final tremors faded, her breathing grew fast and shallow. As she slumped over my body with a thud, my face got stuck in her cleavage. She leaned to grab the bottle of water, and her tit dangled over my face. My head shot up instinctively to catch her protruding cherry with my teeth.
She winced once again, and she slapped the round of my shoulder with playful admonishment. Once she returned after sipping from the bottle of water, Bridget held my head with both her hands. She pressed it between her cleavage. The exquisite softness of her breasts smothered me.
My cock was still resting inside her wet pussy. As I lay under her, I started to move it inside and out slowly as I grabbed her soft ass. Each time I entered her, she would gasp and hold me tightly against her generous chest. The slow and steady movement gradually turned into hard, deliberate jerks.
The soft gasps were replaced with “Oh fucks” and “Oh shits,” in no particular order, each time my rod hit her hard insides. At the same time, I subjected her ass to all possible torture. I slapped the soft mounds and, in the next moment, spread apart the cheeks to insert my finger deep inside her asshole.
The very next moment, I kneaded and pinched the soft flesh. When she could no longer take it, Bridget pleaded with me to fuck her. She clamped her mouth over mine. As our tongues wrestled from one mouth to another, I wrapped my hands around her waist and started to fuck her with full speed.
As my cock slammed against her pussy, Bridget struggled to stay on top. She held on to me as if her life depended on it, while we kissed each other in wild frenzy. As we bathed in our sweat, I exploded deep inside her cunt. We held each other tightly as her pussy sucked the last drop of my cum.
Finally, as our breathing returned to normal, Bridget slowly rolled off my body. She came into my embrace. She had a calm and satisfied expression as she caressed my face.
“Don’t you worry about anything, sweetheart! Daddy will look after you!” I pulled her close.
“Yes, Daddy. Love you,” she said as she pulled my arm over her bare ass, her leg wrapping around my ass cheeks.
“Love you too,” were my final words before our lips met and we drifted into a deep slumber.
Folks, how did you find this episode from our ongoing affair? I had to narrate this incident to provide the background needed for the next story. What happened in that story was something I had never expected. But thanks to Bridget, it is now a reality.
But as usual, I can only share if you are really interested. So, do write to me at [email protected] if you want me to share my experience. Till then, it’s goodbye from me!