I picked up Jean at the airport at around six in the morning. She was dressed in a light summer dress, with shoulder straps just small enough to hide her bra straps, and sandals. I had on a t-shirt and long shorts. We had snacks handy, and I had stopped for coffees on the way. I asked her if she had everything or if we needed to stop anywhere.
She said she had credit cards, passport, and, quickly lifting up her dress she teasingly said, “Panties.” She had a small pair of lacy white panties on that just concealed her pussy, but I could see her lips through the material. She giggled and let down her dress and jumped in the car.
We set off and missed most of the traffic, making good time down to the tunnel as we chatted about each other’s lives, likes and hates, and even a few secret desires. I kept on thinking about her small panties as we drove, which made the journey go quicker.
Once through the tunnel, I had to concentrate as I was now driving on the right, but I got used to in quite quickly. We’d had a stop just outside London, where we’d gotten more coffee, so by the time we reached Belgium we needed to stop again. We pulled into a service area where we filled up with fuel as Jean went to the bathroom. When she got back I had coffees, and was sitting looking at a map of the area.
I had found a spot to stop at a picnic site in some woods by a small lake. It wasn’t too far away and near a small town, so we decided to go to the town get something to eat and go to the picnic site. We got to the spot, finding it was empty apart from one car. We got the shopping out and walked down the path to the lake. We ate the food and Jean had half a bottle of wine, whilst I had a couple of small beers. We were lying on the grass when Jean leant over and kissed me.
“This is so nice, no pressure. Just us.”
We kissed more, one hand rubbing her thigh with the other on her shoulder. My hand moved up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. My hand found her buttock, and I squeezed and pulled her closer, one finger slipping down to rub her pussy through her panties.
“I know where this is going, so just hang on.”
Jean knelt and undid her dress, slipping out of the straps, then pushed it off completely.
‘Better?’
I looked at her body. She looked at my eyes first, looking then at my crotch.
‘Looks like you approve.’
‘I do.’
Her hands dropped to the top of my shorts, I lifted my hips as she slid them off, exposing my hard cock. She leant down, and held my cock as she started to lick 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 was drying my hair.
‘You don’t care, do you?’ Jean said
‘What?’
‘You just walk around totally naked and don’t care.’ She was smiling as she said it. She had taken her dress off and had another towel around her. ‘Move, I need a shower.’ She shoved me gently in the chest, we had a quick kiss as she went in to shower.
When Jean came out the bathroom, I was lying on the bed; the TV was on, and I had the news on. I had opened a bottle of wine and poured out a glass for her, and I was drinking a beer.
‘Well?’
I looked over; Jean had her towel around her head, and nothing else. My cock twitched at the sight of here there, leaning in the doorway.
‘Ah, I see you approve.’
We both just smiled at each other.
‘I am so glad you approve, I can’t do this at home, all I get is criticised for this that and the other. You, on the other hand, just want to take me to bed. That I can cope with. I suppose you sleep like that?’
‘Yes, I don’t own any pyjamas,’ I said
‘Well there goes another one off the list. I love sleeping nude and have never slept with anyone, so you’ll be the first, again! I have a feeling there will be more of things on my list that you will be the first to do as well.’
She got on the bed, the duvet thrown back, then got her glass of wine and sipped it while we caught up on the news.
‘Is there porn on this TV?’
‘No,’ I said, ‘but I am sure I can get a DVD tomorrow and the TV has a DVD player built in, so we can watch some then.’
‘Mmm… okay, so tonight we have to make our own porn.’
Her hand crept down to hold my stiffening cock, while my fingers were teasing her hard nipples against my chest. We kissed again, and this time it was lovers’ kissing, passionate and slow, the desire to have each others bodies, the wanting. I kissed her neck, her ears and shoulders, then her breasts, taking each nipple in my mouth and sucking. Kissing down her body until I reached her hips, I kissed the top of her pussy, the overpowering smell of her hot pussy hitting me. I kissed her pussy lips, then licked slowly up and down as her legs opened wider.
‘Slide your cock in me now and do it slow.’
I slid in between her legs, as she held my cock as I slowly slipped into her pussy. My hands supporting my weight, I gently rocked back and forth. My cock sliding in all the way.
‘Oh fuck, just keep doing that until I come for you. Make love to me slow. I love you.’
It was the first time she had said it. My cock was going from the tip to base, deep and slow in and out of her. She dug her fingers into my back, as I sped up a little. My thrusts grew more and more hard, and I pushed in deeper. Then, her body now covered in little drops of sweat, she started to climax. Her legs went up and gripped me around my waist, her fingernails digging into me more; she was moaning loudly as I did one last deep, hard thrust and came with her.
We didn’t move, but just held each other, kissing more, then I gently rolled over. She rolled over to lean on my chest. Her head nuzzling in my neck, together, using our legs, we managed to get the duvet up over us and we both fell asleep.
We woke up the next morning to the sound of the room phone. It was reception to say that Jean’s taxi was here. We both looked at the time; it was 8.30. It was like the opening scene to Four Weddings and a Funeral, as we were both late. Trying to keep out of each others way we got dressed, swearing a lot as we dashed in and out the bathroom. We had a quick kiss and then both went our different ways.
I had a good morning in the office, and was fixing a second machine when Ralf called me, he said that the hotel had called, and my wife was wanting a key. Ralf said that he thought I was single and who was this woman. I explained that she was just a friend, and we had come over together. He smiled and phoned the hotel to tell them to give her a key, and that I wouldn’t be too long. He told me that I should have said I had company. He went off and came back about thirty minutes later, by which time I had got the machine back up and running.
‘Okay, Dave, I have spoken to my wife and we shall be taking you both out to dinner this evening, so we will pick you up at the hotel at 7.30. Now you might as well go.’
I drove back to hotel and went up to the room. I hoped Jean was going to be okay with the new plan. I looked in the room and she wasn’t there, the bathroom door was open and the room empty. I saw Jean’s clothes on the bed, then I checked the balcony. Jean was lying in the sun with just her panties on. I was thinking of ripping them off, but thought better of myself, and leant down to kiss her.
I told her about the meal; she was quite excited, and said that I should get some sun before we went out. I stripped off in the room then went out on the balcony, glass of wine in one hand, a beer in the other, and completely naked. I sat down next to her outside.
‘This feels so good, just us both here like this. I am so glad that you stopped to change my wheel, and as you are naked as the day you were born I might as well join you.’
Jean sat up, and slid down her panties. We sat in the sun until about 6.30, when I stood up and announced I was going in the shower. I went in, turned the shower on and was under the water, my face full of soap, when I felt Jeans hand on my cock.
‘I am going to wash this before you fuck me.’
She gently washed my hardening cock, her hand sliding up and down, covered in soap as I reached down to finger her wet pussy. Wet both from sweat and the shower, my finger slipped in and out with ease. Jean lifted one leg up to side of the bath, and leant against the wall. I positioned myself behind her; slipping my cock in her pussy from behind, I went just the tip teasing her pussy.
‘Quick, come on, I need it now. Just fuck me and fill me, cum for me! I don’t care if I cum, I want your cum in me, now.’
I held her hips as mine rocked back and forward. My cock deep inside her, she started to tell me what a dirty fucker I was for making her fuck in the shower, and started to call me all the names she could think of. I didn’t hold out for very long before my cock was twitching inside, sending my cum deep up her pussy.
We finished in the shower, and then got dressed. We had just gotten downstairs when Ralf and his wife turned up. We drove to the restaurant, which was not very far away, and ordered the food. Olga asked Jean how long we had been married as she noticed her wedding ring. Jean explained that we weren’t married, but that we were just friends, Olga smiled a lot at the answer. Luckily Ralf was away at the time, so by the time he had returned we were on another topic. We had a really enjoyable time. We were sitting having drinks after the meal, and when Jean announced she was going to the bathroom, Olga said she was going as well.
When they came back they were both giggling and smiling; Jean leant over and whispered in my ear, “Wait until we are back at the hotel, I have something to tell you.’
We finished our drinks, and Jean and I said we’d walk back, and bid Ralf and Olga farewell. As we did Jean gave Ralf a quick peck on the cheek whereas I got a full blown kiss from Olga and a quick squeeze on my ass. We were walking back to the hotel arm-in-arm, about a fifteen minute walk. As we walked, Jean told me that Olga had asked what I was like in bed. Jean had told her what we had done, and she told Jean to let her know when we were next over; as she and Ralf hardly ever had any fun in bed, she had asked Jean if she could join us.
‘There goes another one off the list next time.’
We got back to hotel, and went up to the room. We both knew that this was going to be carrying on, and it was just so good to be with each other. We just lay on the bed, both naked, and fell asleep.
The next morning we had to be up early, and left the hotel at about seven. The Manager had arranged for a packed breakfast for us, and we ate in the car as we drove back to catch the train. We chatted as we drove, and all too soon we got back to the airport to get Jean’s car.
We parted at the airport with a long and tender kiss, but made arrangement to meet the following Tuesday.
