Across The Sea

"Does my cunt please you?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

Carl was still more than half asleep and not quite sure what he'd heard. He could tell from the light at the window that it was approaching morning but it still felt early.

"My cunt. Does it please you? You've got the most amazing, beautiful dick and I just hope my cunt matches up to it."

He yawned and pulled her closer to him. They'd slept all night cuddled up together.

"Baby. Your pussy is the hottest, tightest, wettest, sexiest pussy imaginable."

"You really think so?"

"Oh baby, I know so."

"You don't mind I have a bit of a bush? I could shave for you."

"No, don't do that. I like it. It's sexy."

"I'm glad. I love having a bush, it's nice and soft and feels cute. It's a shame most men don't like it."

"Well I do."

"And you think it looks nice? Not just how it feels?"

"Your bush?"

"No silly. My cunt."

"Yes, I think it looks nice. Very nice."

He paused.

"Why do you always say 'cunt'? Most women don't like that word."

"Well, I'm not most women, Carl. I like 'cunt'. I think it's hot. It's short and honest and doesn't fuck around. Just like me."

"You know it's the proper English word for it? Vagina, vulva, that's all fancy latin that came later. Cunt is the proper Anglo Saxon."

"Is that so?" she laughed softly. "That's very interesting but the question is, do you think mine looks nice?"

"Yes. Very. Although..."

"Although?" There was a sharp note of warning in her voice.

"I just mean, I haven't really had a proper look at it."

She laughed. "I guess not. Would you like to look at it now?"

"You know what? I think I would. Very much."

Staci giggled and turned over to turn the side light on then pulled back the sheets. They'd been sleeping naked but it was warm enough to be comfortable outside the sheets. She spread her legs for him.

He crouched between her open thighs and looked down at her sex.

She was beautiful. Her bush was thick and luxuriant, almost jet black and glistening. He'd always liked a full bush, he found it womanly and sexy and he thought it was a shame they'd gone out of fashion.

Her actual pussy, her cunt, looked tiny and delicate nestled among those thick hairs. No wonder she'd felt so tight, he was almost surprised he could get it inside her at all. Her lips were pretty and pink and just very slightly open, her soft flesh wet and glistening within.

"Well, what do you think?"

He realised he'd just been staring at it silently in wonder.

"Oh yes," he replied, "Very nice. Very nice indeed."

He put his fingers to her pussy lips and started to open her up, then looked up at her, "May I?" he asked.

"Yes please," she replied, her eyes soft and lustful, "I like you looking at me."

He opened her up with his fingers and gasped in delight at the wet wonder within. He'd forgotten how gorgeous a pussy could look but he didn't think he'd ever seen one as beautiful as Staci's.

"You're fucking gorgeous, Staci" he said and without even thinking leaned in to very gently kiss her clit.

"Oh fuck, Carl," she moaned, leaning her head back in the pillow and gently pushing her hips towards him and put both her hands in his hair.

"Oh fuck, Staci," he replied.

She'd looked incredible but the taste of her was overwhelming. Rich and heady but somehow sweet and fresh at the same time. He had to taste more.

"You taste incredible."

He let the tip of his tongue trace around her delicate lips and then slowly up and down her slit, opening her up and marvelling at how tiny and delicate she felt in his mouth.

"Oh yes, Carl. Lick my cunt. Lick my cunt, baby."

He needed no further encouragement and put the flats of his hands on her smooth thighs as he drank deep of her, sliding his tongue as deep into her tight hole as he could as she moaned and writhed beneath him.

She was dripping wet now, her juices streaming out of her. And the wetter she got the sweeter and fresher she tasted, until he was gulping her down, like drinking fresh from a mountain stream.

Fucking her had been a hard rough pleasure but this was a pure feminine delight, sweet and soft and blissful. He never wanted to take his head from between her legs. He rubbed his face all over her, wanting her sweet scent on every part of his skin as he lapped and lapped at her sweet nectar.

"Oh fuck, Carl, oh my God, my God."

Staci was properly writhing under him now. She arched her back like there was an electric current running through her. Looking up at her, he could see her pretty tits thrust up from her chest. She clamped her thighs around his head and was gripping his hair pushing him deeper into her.

He hadn't been licking her out with any kind of plan or intention. She just looked and smelled so good he couldn't help himself but seeing the reaction he was causing he suddenly needed to bring her to orgasm, needed to feel her come in his mouth.

He started to lick her clit. The effect on Staci was instantaneous.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes. Like that. Make me come. Make me come. Oh, fucking make me come."

He gripped her thighs now, forcing them open even as she wanted to squeeze him with them. He had his mouth on her and his tongue flicking back and forth over her hard little clit. The only thing that mattered now was making her come.

"Oh fuck, Carl. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

She was thrashing about beneath him now as he licked her clit hard. What had been soft and intimate was now wild and passionate. He had to pin her down to give her what she wanted.

"Oh fuck, Carl," she called out at the top of her voice as she arched her back so hard she lifted her head and shoulders off the bed, practically levitating in her rapture before collapsing back onto it as she pulsed her hips, pushing her hot cunt deep in his mouth as she finally came for him.

As her orgasm subsided, she looked down at him between her still shaking thighs.

"Come on me, Carl. I need you. Come on my tits. Please."

He hadn't even been thinking about himself but he found he was rock hard. He moved up to straddle her. She looked so hot beneath him, her chest still heaving as she recovered from her orgasm, her tits so pert and firm.

"Yeah, wank it, Carl," she eyed his cock hungrily as he stroked himself, "Wank that big cock all over me. Wank all over my tits."

His cock felt so good in his hands. He liked her watching him, and that he had permission to stare at her perky tits as he made himself come.

"Oh Carl," she moaned in delight as hot jets of his cum rained down over her. He was aiming for her tits but he came so hard that he splashed it in her face and hair too.

"Coat me with it. Make me yours."

He smiled down at her, thinking she'd never looked so beautiful. No woman had ever looked so beautiful.

"Oh Staci, I lo.." he found himself starting to say.

She put her finger to his lips.

"Don't say it. Let's just enjoy this moment."

He nodded, glad she'd caught him before he said something stupid. Instead he just crouched over her looking into her dark, shining eyes as she looked back at him. He felt a kind of peace he hadn't felt in a very long time.

In the end, it was Staci who broke the spell.

"What time is it?" she asked.

He looked at the clock on the bedside.

"Eight twenty three."

"What time's checkout?"

"Ten."

"Ten? That's a bit shit. Well, we'd better get cleaned up before we bounce."

"Yes, I guess so."

"You first bossman."

He regretfully climbed off her and walked to the shower. He washed and rewashed his face and hair to remove any trace of her, even though all he really wanted was to keep her scent on him for days.

When he got back in the room, she hadn't moved. She was lying on her back in the middle of the bed completely naked with her arms and legs spread wide, his cum still splattered all over her.

"You look hot."

She lifted her head to look at him and smiled, "Cheers bossman."

She sat up and got off the bed. He moved aside to let her get into the shower, taking a last regretful look at her hot round arse as she walked to the bathroom.

While she was in the shower, singing some pop tune he didn't know, he turned his phone on.

One hundred and sixty three messages, threatening all kinds of blue murder. He turned it off again.

He slowly put on his crumpled suit and sat on the bed waiting for her.

When she emerged, she was already dressed. Tiny little denim shorts and a black vest top. No bra. Drop dead gorgeous in her wet hair. Suddenly, a hot stranger.

She quickly stuffed her few belongings in her rucksack.

"You ready?" she asked him.

He nodded.

"You OK to drop me at the docks? Hopefully some trucker will take pity on me."

"We need to go to my place first."

She looked quizzically at him, "Can't you just drop me off first?"

He shook his head.

"No. I need to get my passport."

"Your passport? Oh Carl! You don't mean? You're going to take me to Calais?"

He looked at her and shook his head, "Not Calais, pretty baby, I'm taking you to Barcelona."

to be continued ...