I was understandably excited at my first overseas opportunity. I’d always wanted to visit Canada and to get paid to go was a huge bonus. Being away from family and friends was definitely a price worth paying. My mood dipped, however, when I checked the temperature. It did not appeal in any way to my sun-loving European demeanor. It ranged from fifteen C, great, to minus twelve, holy shit!
The flight was blissfully uneventful and the taxi ride to the rented accommodation a welcome, paid for, bonus. The house provided was way too big but I wasn’t complaining as I made my way to bed. I’ll check it all out later.
I woke at five pm, body clock shot, but feeling fine. Hungry and thirsty but with nothing in the house, I showered and set out looking for an eatery. Fortunately, I didn’t have to walk far. A few streets? Blocks? I don’t know! Englishman abroad with no clue.
I had, of course, read up about my destination, a pleasant enough place but without the burden of a heavy tourist industry. It was going to be difficult to blend in once I’d opened my mouth. I found a table away from the bar and ordered beer and food. The usual, expected exchanges occurred
“Hey! You English?” That kind of thing, but I didn’t mind, I just wanted to sit quietly and re-read the local information stuff.
I didn’t know at the time that was not going to happen.
I was stood at the bar waiting when she walked in. I saw a lot of heads turning and so naturally I looked to see what the attraction was. Oh my! The curves plain to see, lipstick red blouse and a black knee-length skirt struggled to restrain what was undeniably 100% woman. I averted my gaze as she approached the bar to stand next to me.
The bar girl arrived to serve and I told her to serve the lady first even though she’d arrived after me. She ordered her drink before turning to me,
“Am I to assume that’s your famed English manners?”
I smiled and told her I was very new here and didn’t want to break any protocols.
The small talk continued as the drinks arrived, I didn’t know if she was with her husband, boyfriend or whoever and so returned, alone, to my table. She remained at the bar. A few minutes passed and I’d watched her swat some unwanted attention away before I walked back and, leaning heavily on my accent, invited her to join me. A faint smile appeared as she agreed.
I tried so hard to keep my eyes up and as the conversation flowed it became obvious that she was much more than, ample, curves. She was called Holly and was in town to attend an interview as she’d recently been laid off. I know she’d caught me looking a few times as her blouse occasionally gaped to reveal her red bra but she never reprimanded me, and I did, try not to look.
The drinks flowed and the time passed quickly in her company. She’d already ascertained I had a rental house. She had a room upstairs for the night.
My hand was on the table as hers rested by it, brushing mine lightly, her eyes met mine. “You do know the temperature outside will have plummeted don’t you?”. I looked at Holly but didn’t answer her, I could feel myself losing the battle with her boobs as my eyes flashed across her body. Holy fuck I wanted her. She smiled, “come with me, I’ve something to show you”.
I followed like a faithful hound as we walked through the bar, upstairs to her room.
I shut the door behind me, Holly facing me as she reached behind. I watched as her skirt fell to the floor revealing her matching red panties.
“Damn, that’s better, that skirt was so tight.” She walked towards me, her arms around my neck, her perfume filling my nostrils. “You worked so hard not to look at my boobs didn’t you?'”
My hands rested on her hips as we shared our first kiss, gently stroking her ass through those soft cotton knickers.
She pulled away, standing in front of me slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She stopped after undoing all the buttons but left it on her shoulders.
“You’re really going to struggle with not looking now aren’t you?”
She was right, her blouse covered her tits still but at least I’d been given the freedom to look. They were magnificent, like presents to be unwrapped.
She told me to strip to my briefs which I of course did, my bulge betraying my obvious enjoyment of the view in front of me. Holly smiled and turned her back to me letting her blouse slip from her shoulders. I stood behind her pressing my hot bulge against her, my hands back on her hips as I kissed her neck. Holly laughed as she pulled away from me.
Turning to face me I saw for the first time, the true glory of her bra covered tits.
She beckoned me to the bed. I lay down as Holly threw a leg over me, her hot ass crushing my hard cock. I stared at her cotton-covered tits, straining to be released as she leant forward, hands on my wrists as my face was enveloped by those glorious orbs.
Holly pulled away and wiggled her ass on my cock as she laughed wickedly. She climbed off and reached into a bag. My mind raced as I wondered what it contained. Scissors quickly flashed into view as, with two cuts, she removed my briefs. My cock sprang out as she smiled at me. I admired her ingenuity and her tits.
Her hand, back in the bag before producing a bottle of baby oil, contents poured onto my cock as she rubbed it on me. Another load on her tits as she lifted her bra between those tits and slid it over my cock trapping me. She pressed her tits together and began moving them up and down, I slid easily between them. I could have cum right there but Holly had other ideas. When a girl has such tremendous boobs other parts risk being under-appreciated, Holly was not going to let that happen.
She stood, my cock released from its temporary restraint, once again she straddled me, pulling her panties to one side and positioning my cock by her shaven wet hole. Lowering herself, my oiled cock slipped easily into her wet cunt
Our gaze locked as she began to ride me, she pulled her tits from her bra showing them to me for the first time. I reached for them but she slapped my hand away. I was there to fuck her, nothing more.
Her head bowed as she began sucking her own nipples as she pounded onto my cock. My time was coming and I warned her I was about to cum. It was almost as if she didn’t hear me, she just continued. Sure enough seconds later I emptied into her cunt as she ground down on me. Her head lifted, her tits in her hands as she smiled at me.
I stayed inside her as long as I could but Holly moved, up my body until her cum filled hole was over my face “clean up your mess boy.” She lowered into my face as my tongue tasted my own cum mixed with her wet juices. She wiped herself on me, using me and I loved it. I felt her cunt get hotter and I guessed she was about to cum.
Holly pushed down on me, I struggled for breath as the orgasm shot through her body, covering my mouth as she came. I swallowed everything as I gasped for air, but slowly she relaxed, looking down at me she smiled before lying down beside me.
“Sleep now, my interview isn’t till 11:00, I’ve got a job for you in the morning.”