Weekend Warriors - Sex Stories

Weekend Warriors

... sturdy legs. I like it.

I had devoured Barbs like a big Sunday dinner. She was roast beef and Yorkshire pudding with a delicious gravy. I had kissed her and licked her in all the usual places plus a few less popular ones before coming to rest at her buttocks as she lay face down, daring me to make that last heavenly detour.

"Do you like having your bum licked?" I had asked, and she had replied with a shy, playful, "Maaay-be,", and I had left it at that. Then a few minutes later I said, "So would you like me to lick your bum?"

"Maaay-be."

And both of us had stayed there, peering over the edge of the beautiful precipice and not quite having the guts to do it.

Unfinished business. There is no regret more infuriating than the one that could have been so wonderful and you know you could have achieved it if only you'd had the bottle to do it.

Now, as we sat and waited for the departure announcement, facing each other over cups of hot chocolate at a little aluminium table, I don't know what she was thinking but my mind was in her knickers, round the back.

Then the voice came over the PA system. Her flight was delayed by an hour.

The departure lounge fell silent as the short-term lovers, plus the clean people who were not part of our tribe, wondered how they would fill the extra time.

"Let's go for a little drive," I suggested quickly. In seconds we were in the car, heading down a steep hill to one of my favourite beaches, an old smuggler's cove type of ...

... place. Before the car park at the bottom, there was a little track off to the left, leading to a derelict cottage. The night was falling as I parked in the undergrowth.

"What are we..." she began.

"Back seat," I said urgently, and we both scrambled through.

"One more time," I began as we kissed frantically. "Would you like me to..."

"Yes," she said.

"What?"

"I would like you to lick my arse," she finished nervously, in case she had misunderstood. Her jeans and knickers now around her shins, she got comfortable, her head on her arms on the back of the seat. I was vaguely aware of another car pulling into the track and rolling up next to us. I plunged my face into Barbs's beautiful warm cave and licked the woman's anus. It was strangely fulfilling, as if my whole life had been leading up to this moment. She grunted and groaned and arched her back to draw me in further. In our fabulous Sunday roast, I was now enjoying the last of the golden potatoes and the thick, rich gravy, oily with the rendered fat of her body.

I licked that woman's arse as if our lives depended on it and she quickly came to a squirming, squealing, ecstatic orgasm.

When she had composed herself for a few seconds, she turned round and sat next to me, her hands on the crotch of my jeans.

"One more thing," she said, silently begging me to anticipate what she wanted.

"Yes," I said. "Oh fuck. I want to."

"Cum in my mouth?"

"Yes."

"Yes. Cum in my mouth," she said. She descended ...