Benefits Of Being A Samaritan, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Benefits Of Being A Samaritan, Part 3

... the tip then up and down the length. I moved my head and body around and she knew want I wanted to do, and straddled my face; as she lowered her hips, her panties got closer to my mouth. Her mouth was taking the whole length of my shaft as she sucked and licked me more. My hand on her buttocks pulling her closer, I licked her pussy through her panties, then pulled them to one side to slip my tongue inside her, going in deep and quick. She knew I was close to cumming, and so she stopped. She stood up, pulled down her panties and then straddled me, facing me, one hand guiding my cock into her pussy as she lowered herself more. It felt so good to be back inside her. One hand on my chest the other on my hips, she started to go up and down; I put my hands on her breasts as she rode me, and I squeezed them and teased her hard nipples. She moved her hand off my chest to rub her clit. I wasn't holding back any more; I pushed my hips up to meet her and came hard. Keeping my cock in her she paused and rubbed her clit more, then she tensed, her thighs gripping me as she came. We collapsed together, just kissing and cuddling as I grew limp. We looked at the time; we still had a three hour drive, and it was getting late. We tidied up quickly and got dressed, then headed back to the car arm-in-arm. When we got back to the car park, Jean said she needed the bathroom. I threw the rubbish away and got in the car. Jean came back, very red, holding her hand to her chest and smiling. ‘Well, ...

... there’s another one off the bucket list.’ ‘What, sex in the woods?’ I replied. ‘No, being watched! I just met the lady who has the other car; she was watching us fuck, and is now going home to fuck her husband. Oh, thanks, you have thrown away my panties!’ She flicked up dress to reveal her pussy. ‘Come on, drive. Lets get to the hotel.’ We managed to behave all the way to the hotel. I glanced over at one point and saw Jean had fallen asleep. We arrived at the hotel, and found we only had fifteen minutes before the restaurant closed. I had a quick look at the menu, and asked Jean to order my meal and beer whilst I got the bags out the car and finished checking in. We had our meal; the restaurant was quiet, and afterwards we arranged a taxi for Jean for the morning to take her to her meeting. I let Ralf, the German manager know that I would see him at the office in the morning. We got to our room; it was a normal type of hotel room with separate bathroom, but it had a balcony that faced towards the woods, and as the room was at the end of the building there was only one neighbouring room. The balcony had a wall that went to roof so it was totally enclosed. Jean said she had to phone home, and I could use the shower first. I got undressed in the bathroom, but as usual I left the door open, I was in the shower and noticed Jean have a quick look in and pull the door to while she was on the phone. I came out of the bathroom, one end of my towel over my shoulder, while with the other I ...