A Move to England Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Move to England Part 3

... shorter than me.

I enjoyed his company and forgot about our table. Aoife and Mark. When I returned to the table, neither Aoife nor Tracy were present. Mark said they had gone for some fresh air. Steve suggested we try to find them, so we went outside.

Aoife and Sandra were nowhere to be seen.

“Let's check around the back.” Steve said.

Once around the rear of the pub, there was still no sign. Multiple couples were locked in different embraces, though.

Steve held my hand, pulled me towards him, and began kissing me. To my surprise, I responded hungrily. It could have been the alcohol, or it could have been my sheer enjoyment of kissing this man whom I had known for less than three hours.

Steve’s hand moved down to the front of my jeans. He gently squeezed my growing erection. This made me force my tongue further into his mouth, my hands feeling his butt.

This carried on for a while, before Infelt Steve undo my pants. His hand finding its way inside, his hand stroking my cock. The first time a man had played with my cock was at the back of a pub, with other couples doing similar things.

I didn't care. This is what I wanted. It was amazing. My cock was now fully out of my pants. Again, I didn't care. I thought I had better return the favour, so I tugged at his zip and undid his jeans. There it was, the first cock I was going to wank.

I realised it fully, my hand now stroking his cock up and down. As I was wanking him and he was wanking me, our cocks ...

... brushed together. Steve held my hand there so as we both wanked each other, our cocks were rubbing together. Both our rhythms increased. I could feel that I was about to come. I bit Steve’s lip as I came all over his cock and our hands. Seconds later, Steve came as well. His spunk landed in my pubes and on my hands. Once Steve had finished, I instinctively lifted my hand to my mouth and licked the spunk off. The spunk that was on my pubes, I left where it there. I wanted to save something for Aoife.

Nothing could've enhanced the experience except Aoife being there to watch. With that thought lingering, we returned to the pub.

I couldn't wait to tell Aoife what I had done, but she wasn’t there, nor was Tracy or Alice. I sat down at 5he table where Mark, Darren, Aisling, and Sandra were in deep conversation. Waiting for a pause in their conversation, Inasked Aisling where Aoife was. With a wave of her hand, she mentioned she was off dancing or something.

While I waited for Aoife to return, I listened in on their conversation. I thought it might be interesting, but no it was just everyday mundane chat.

Maybe twenty minutes later, Aoife returned with Tracy and Alice. Darren was the first to speak, even before they had reached the table.

“Alice, I hope you and Tracy haven't corrupted young Aoife too much.”

Aoife flashed a smile, then replied, “I’m sure if there was more time, I could be completely corrupted.”

Was Aoife flirting with Darren? Did Aoife want to fuck ...