Rural exploration
A country business trip with an unexpected encounter.
***DISCLAIMER - this story is explicit in nature and features rather descriptive events…ahem… of the adult variety. I’ll wait while those of you who don’t entertain such fiction, gracefully close the viewing window. No judgement. Well, you can judge, but I will kindly ask you to withhold from sharing with me, thank you.
Just two of you left huh? OK well read on. This is my first foray into this genre. All comments welcome. We are all different creatures, and while this story may not appeal to you, I have many others in the wings. Feedback and suggestions welcome. I hope you enjoy, as much as I did…
The first thing I'm aware of is a splitting headache and dry mouth. I know this feeling. Wine. Only wine hits me like I've been soaking my brain in vinegar all night. My eyes are gritty. And I'm hot. Too hot.
I crack open my eyes and squint against the brightness assaulting me and increasing the sharp pain in my forehead. Where the heck am I?
I'm in a bed, wrought iron footer visible before a large window, curtains open allowing the morning sun to angle in like a laser to my cornea. I have to get up. I need water. Now.
I throw the sheet back and swing my heavy legs out of the bed. Wait. My naked legs. I stand as quickly as my hangover will allow and spin around to look at the bed ... and I see him.
His arm is thrown over his face. Tattoos visible on well-defined arms. Strong, work man arms. My stomach clenches ever so slightly, given the "thing" I have for arms.
My eyes slowly adjust and focus, taking in his torso, chest, side, soft belly, rising and falling gently in his sleep. I swallow the tiny amount of moisture I have in my mouth as my eyes settle on the sheet bunched over his hips, hiding his nudity from this angle. Just. Strong muscular legs, spread apart over the bed. I realise I've been holding my breath and inhale sharply. He stirs, and I instinctively drop to my knees hidden by the edge of the bed.
My god! What the heck did I do last night? My brain is racing, or grinding, as sharp pain shoots through both temples and explodes behind my eyes. Water. I need water. And time to figure this out.
I slowly turn and spy the bathroom, just 10 feet away. I can't crawl. That would be ridiculous. And slow. And…well noisy. I'm no petite ninja. I stand and quickly tiptoe to the bathroom closing the door as quietly as I can behind me. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and, even though I can't remember last night, nor who this tattooed hot bodied guy is, I'm glad he hasn't seen me yet. I'm a mess!
I throw myself toward the sink and drink straight from the tap. Cool water dribbles down my chin and neck, and I realise then I'm still wearing yesterday's blouse. A quick body check and I’m relieved to be still wearing underwear. Ok. Ok. Not completely naked. But that means he took my pants off? Oh god!
My fuzzy brain isn't working, and I still can't compute. So hot, I'm sweating. Shower. That will help. I quickly strip and step into the double shower, holding my breath in anticipation of the cold water on my face. Wake up! Think! I brave it for as long as possible before turning the tap to warmer and turning around, eyes closed, allowing the water to soak my hair and thrum over my aching head. The water eases the tension, and memories emerge through the mental fog,
I remember getting to the airport, checking luggage and heading to the bar. Several drinks to steel my preflight nerves. I chuckle, as the airport is the only place no one cares how early you drink. But how am I so hungover now? I remember boarding. The annoying kid in front of me. Wait. We were diverted. That's right. Two-hour delay. It was early afternoon, and I still hadn't eaten, but so nervous I wasn't game to leave the gate. I remember getting back on, and several drinks on the plane, before landing and the hot, long walk across the tarmac. Uber to the hotel. And then?.... my mind goes blank. I brace myself against the wall as a swell of nausea and dizziness washes over me.
Fragments of texts, laughing, chatting .. in a bar? Yes! The bar at the hotel. I checked in, then went in search of food at the bar. Got chatting to a local. Swapping stories. And remembered someone... OMG. I know where I am.
This is Matt’s house. That's Matt, naked in the bed, where I was, sans pants, moments before.
Matt, the IT specialist, whom I've only ever communicated with via email and MS Teams. Matt, with the wicked sense of humour and flirtatious tendencies. Who has made me cry laughing at my desk and left me blushing and speechless more than once.
My trip up here was to meet the project team and ask some difficult questions about progress. But in the bar last night, something the old local said about the lifestyle out here, made me think of Matt, and I wondered how far his property was from the hotel. I had a drunken and burning desire to meet him, in the flesh.
Suddenly a movie like montage of images and conversations is flooding back. Matt asking me via text if my invite was a date, and if so, how rude of me to think he'd be available at such short notice. Some reference to him being innocent and asking if I intended to take advantage of him. Feigning disappointment when I said no. He arrived soon after and surprised me by standing very close and speaking directly into my ear. I remember the immediate and involuntary excitement at his body heat and breath against my skin. My nipples tingle at the very memory. And then the fun started.
This man's banter is on point. The twinkle in his eye, wry smile and simply the way he looked at me. Like really looked at me. My mind racing, seeing the hint of wicked thoughts behind those eyes.. never knowing if it was a joke or a suggestion. My second weakness. Conversational foreplay. If you can't talk the talk, then my pussy assumes you can't walk the walk. I remember doing my best to keep up. But the long day, stress, and let's face it, way too much alcohol had taken its toll. My hand on his sexy arm as I leaned in to talk over the crowd, his steadying hand on my back. Heat radiating from his touch. I was turned on in the bar and wanted him. Right there. I thought I was being subtle, but in the light of day, I'm left cringing at the memories. The rest is a blur.
The door bursts open and Matt strolls in, now in black silk boxers “Good morning sunshine! How's the head?" I squeal and cover myself, turning my back to him. "Don't worry, I'm not looking. Just getting my toothbrush. I'll head over to the hotel and pick up your luggage so you can have some clean clothes today. Although maybe I won't ... I'm thinking what you have on now is perfect." He steals a glance in my direction, and I see the flash of a wink before he promptly exits the room and closes the door. Leaving me to release the breath I'd been holding, and groan with embarrassment.
I finish up in the shower, the smell of his body wash sparking memories of his skin and our closeness at the bar. Down girl. You may have wanted him all over you last night, imagined those hands on your body, fingers digging into your ample soft hips, his smart mouth on your breasts, to feel his weight and firmness crushing you, but let's slow down huh? Figure this out.
I find a towel to hold my long hair in a turban style, and a bath sheet big enough to wrap around me with sufficient coverage and pad out of the bathroom. I spy the kitchen just left of the bedroom, and a cup of tea and Panadol on the counter. I can't help but smile. I take the tea through wide sliding doors, out to the veranda, and rest my elbows on the railing as I breathe the crisp early morning air. Can't remember the last time I simply enjoyed a cuppa with such a view. Took a moment to just breathe. Listening to the birds, I close my eyes, warm sun on my face, and relax my tense shoulders.
Moments later I hear the sliding door behind me, but before I can fully turn around, his hands are on the railing either side of me. I jump in surprise, his beard tickling my naked shoulder as his mouth moves close to my ear.
"I'll put your mind at ease. I didn't take you up on your offer last night, out of respect given you were...a little under the weather." He pauses and I open my mouth to reply, but I can't think. He continues with a lower tone, and I swear a growl in his voice "but you're sober now and standing on my deck in nothing but a towel. Ask me again.”
His breath is hot on my neck. I can feel his body heat radiating. His arms are against my sides, forearms flexing as he grips the rail. I'm frozen. I may talk a big game and wanted this so badly last night. Hopped up on Dutch courage and banter. But my bravado has left me. And my knees are weak and stomach flipping from his mere presence. Not to mention his comment.
I find my voice. "What did I ask you last night?" He slowly chuckles. "You don't remember? You don't remember taking your pants off and throwing yourself on my bed? ". He moves one arm and allows me to turn to face him. I must look horrified, as he starts laughing. "You asked me to come back to your room but couldn't find your key. I didn't want to leave you alone, given your condition, so brought you back here."
"I took off my pants?" I raise an eyebrow, smiling in embarrassment.
"Yup and flopped onto my bed. And promptly fell asleep." He jokingly pouts.
"So why were you naked?" I blurt.
He shrugs, "My house. My bed. I always sleep naked. And maybe I was hoping you'd wake this morning and pick up where you left off".
I blush. Remembering how turned on I was last night, and how I clearly let him know. His eyes twinkle and he holds my gaze. I can’t look away. I'm aware of how close our bodies are. My nipples tingle under the towel as he moves his weight slightly and closes the gap further, his chest providing the slightest pressure against mine. His fingers trace a lazy path up my arm, over my shoulder and behind my neck. A gentle sigh escapes my lips. I blink slowly. I'm hypnotized. No other word for it. Brain has departed the building. I lick my top lip. A movement he notices. "If you do that again, I may just scrap my rule and absolutely take advantage." His eyes move to my lips. He's aware I'm mute. He's given me a lifeline. One movement is all I need to say yes. To give in to the desire I can't articulate.
Staring at my lips, his hand moves slowly, a featherlight trail from the back of my neck to the front of my throat. Over my collarbone, down my chest to the top of the towel. My breathing quickens as his fingers hook just under the towel and tug ever so gently. He pauses. Eyebrow raised slightly. His eyes dart to mine. Time is standing still as my mind races. I can feel myself heating up. Cheeks and neck flushing. He leans slightly closer and I can feel his hardness against my leg. His gaze falls on my slightly parted lips once more, as I take in a nervous shaky breath. Live your damn life I think, as I close my eyes and slowly move my tongue to the corner of my top lip.
His hand is suddenly back on my throat, his thumb against my jaw, as his lips meet mine. Soft full lips, the kiss is firm yet gentle. The tip of his tongue seeking mine. My knees give way a little and I feel him lean against me fully, as if to hold me, secure in his embrace. The mere pressure sending waves of electricity through my core.
His hand pushes gently on my jaw, turning my head to expose my neck as he moves his lips down to kiss and lick, teeth grazing my sensitive skin. I throw my head back, eyes still closed and let out a sigh. My hands move to his shoulders, up the side of his neck and into his hair, as his lips work a trail down my neck. "God, you taste so sweet" he murmurs between nips and licks.
A warm and slightly rough hand is now on my lower thigh. Inching under the towel as I feel myself swelling and aching. Moving slowly, but with hungry pressure, his hand moves up my thigh, across my hip and down to my soft cheek. Squeezing and pulling, the sensation felt elsewhere as moisture pools between my thighs. I instinctively raise my leg, willing him to push against me fully. The ache needing pressure and relief.
His lips leave my neck, and he pecks me quickly on the lips, snapping my eyes open. "Don't be greedy" he smirks. "I'm taking my time, and you may have to beg. Even the score for making ME wait since last night".
He guides my leg back down and takes a step back. Reaching out to again tuck his finger under the edge of the towel. He wiggles and pulls slightly, loosening it from my body. My hand flies up to my chest to hold it in place. "Here?" My eyes darting over my shoulder. "What if someone sees us?"
He smirks "Then they get a lesson in how to do it properly" and pulls my hand away gently. Eyebrow raised again; I give a tiny nod. Asked and answered.
He gently tugs at my towel, loosening it slowly. His eyes not leaving mine. I lift my arms and unwrap the heavy towel from my head, my now almost dry hair spilling over my shoulders.
A light breeze caresses my body as the towel falls free. He holds my eyes for a few seconds more, wry smile at the corners of his mouth, before slowly dropping his gaze to take in my heavy breasts and naked body. Instinctively my arms move to cover myself, hands across my soft belly. He grabs my wrist, and brings it to his mouth, eyes back on mine. "Don't" he whispers, as he softly kisses my palm. Allowing my fingers to linger on the side of his face and caress his beard. "You're beautiful".
He steps closer, as his lips find mine. Softly, and then with increasing hunger. My hand moving from his cheek to hair, his strong hands firmly holding my hips as he pulls me into him. The entire length of our bodies is touching, and there's no mistaking his excitement. I'm naked yet he's still in shorts and a tee. No fair I think and move my hands down his back to find the hem of his tee and begin pulling it up. "Nope" he says, breaking our kiss. "You can't have me yet. Remember, I want you to beg"
I laugh gently and then catch my breath as he swiftly moves his mouth to my nipple. It's so sudden and unexpected, my back arches by instinct, offering more to his hot mouth and swirling tongue. I let out a soft whimper, as electric currents connect straight to my pussy, and it clenches in anticipation. He moves to the other nipple, alternating soft circling, firm flicking, and gentle sucking as he draws out the hard bud. He rubs his thumb over my other breast, side to side, before gently taking the still wet nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolling, I'm whimpering and panting, my clit throbbing in unison with every jolt of sensation from my nipples. My hips involuntarily jut forward, aching to be touched. "Tell me what you want" he pants between sucks.
"More" I say, simply.
“More what?" He asks
"More... you. More… everything…please?" I whisper.
He drops to one knee, dragging his hands down my sides. Lifting my my leg over his shoulder, begins kissing, biting and licking from my inner knee, toward my throbbing pussy. I push my hips forward, hands moving to his hair as my anticipation takes over my movements.
"Use your words. More what? You want me to lick this wet pussy and make you cum?" His fingers trace my glistening slit, make me gasp. "Yes!" I blurt on the exhale.
"Fuck. Enough games" he growls. "I'm going to make you beg me to stop".
I grip the rail with both hands as he pulls my hips to his face, fingers digging into my soft thighs. He drags his flat tongue along my seam, avoiding my throbbing clit. Softly exploring my folds, before moving to take my clit into his mouth, sucking gently. My whimper turns into a groan, as l spread my legs further. I'm panting, and already close.
His expert tongue flicks over and circles my throbbing clit, before pushing firmly deeper. I'm lost to the sensation, whimpering uncontrollably. I'm grinding against his face, his hands massaging and kneading my behind. I'm so close, and he knows.
His tongue flicking my clit firmly, he slowly inserts one finger into my soaking pussy, stroking the front wall with expert movements.
It's all I needed. "Oh my god!"
My whimpers turn to groans, as I arch my back and buck against his face, riding the wave of orgasm. He inserts a second finger, stretching me and increasing the pressure against my sweet spot. My leg trembles, and my groans turn to a constant stream of sound, as my orgasm grows in intensity. My eyes and mouth are wide open, shocked at the sensations radiating from my centre. "Stop" I breathe. "I can't ..". He sucks my clit, hard, and releases it with a wet pop, before standing, raising my leg over his forearm. His fingers still inside me, he replaces his tongue with his palm. Firm pressure against my clit, his mouth over mine.
"Let go" he pants. "Let it happen". His fingers move faster, rocking in and out, over my clit and spreading my wetness. I'm spiraling, my fingers digging into his shoulders for fear of falling. Never have I had an orgasm so long and intense. He kisses me, and I taste my sweetness. His mouth moves to my neck, kissing and licking, before sliding down to my soft shoulder. He sucks hard, his teeth biting firmly. The sharp sensation making me call out, a guttural sound, as my orgasm incredibly deepens further. My stomach clenches, full body trembling, soft sheen of sweat on my glowing skin.
I pant "stop... stop... I can't ... oh my god... please ..."
He slows his movements, gently circling and caressing my folds as he withdraws his fingers, kissing the spot on my soft shoulder, as he trails back up my neck to my lips. He releases my leg from his hold and I adjust my wobbly stance. He leans against me, again providing support.
"Wow" I whisper.
"Oh. That's nothing" he murmurs. "We're just getting started."
And takes my hand and leads me back inside.
“Wait" I tug on his arm.
He looks back, concern on his face.
"Here" I smirk. "I risked public nudity. You can too".
His concern melts to a wide grin. "Well, well. One earth shattering orgasm and someone's a little more adventurous.".
I blush, walking backwards to lean on the railing again. "Technically, two. But don't get a big head about it". As soon as I referenced "head" I knew he'd make some innuendo about it.
Whipping off his tee and dropping his shorts, his eyes not leaving mine.
"Too late" he shrugs, and nods towards his sizeable erection. I'm not known for my ability to keep a poker face, and I smile. "Hmmm.. I see".
He closes the gap between us in one large stride. "Let's make it a hat trick" he whispers and turns me around, his strong hands on my hips, sliding up my ribs and cupping my breasts. He leans me forward, his warm chest on my back, mouth on my shoulder, nibbling and kissing. I push myself into him, rolling my hips against his hardness. He groans and adjusts himself, so his thick cock is now between my thighs, the length pushing between my soaking folds, and velvet head now rubbing against my swollen clit. I grind and move against him, my hand moving to his hip, as his fingers roll and tweak my nipples. I'm aching and throbbing, completely consumed by the sensations.
His hands move back to my hips and he pulls me harder into him. "Ready?" He asks gently. I nod and breathe "yes". I arch my back and lean forward as he adjusts the angle, and I feel the fat head of his cock, spread my lips and slowly inch inside me. Pushing against my sensitive g spot, his impressive girth stretching me, I gasp.
"Fuck" he groans and pauses, fully buried in my wetness. I push back against him and then forward, grinding and rolling my hips, desperately seeking friction. He groans, and moves a hand to my shoulder before slowly pulling almost all the way out and firmly back in. I cry out as a shockwave of pleasure spears through me. He pauses again, leaving me squirming. "Please.. " I whisper. "Harder"
He takes his cue and begins grinding against my soft behind, rolling his hips. I'm building and can feel my juices running down my inner thighs. I've never been so wet. I move my hand down and feel his shaft pumping in and out. I'm close, a deep sensation building. Taking wetness on my fingers to my clit, it's almost too sensitive to touch. I flatten my fingers and apply pressure, moving side to side. The effect is immediate and takes me by surprise. My whimpers turn to groans, as I push back into his thrusts, my hand furiously rubbing my clit. "I'm coming.... fuck!" I say through gritted teeth. Waves of pleasure crash through me, like nothing I've ever felt before. I'm throbbing and clenching against his cock. My legs threaten to give out and I lean further forward over the railing for support. He pushes in deeper and lets out a low moan. I feel him throb and jerk, as his own release rushes to meet mine. His hand moves to my breast as his movement slow, brushing over my sensitive nipple. It's almost too much, and I shiver from the sensation.
He falls forward, his chest slick with sweat against my back. Both breathing heavily as I tremble on unsteady legs.
“Perhaps you should cancel todays meetings…this project needs more exploration”.