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By: Eve Rhony
Eve Rhony’s Tales of a Lusty Lass: “Old Retainer Love Comes to the Rescue” – Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring. – Oscar Wilde
The recent rumble with him upstairs left me feeling horny and restless. I took myself to a gig a couple of nights ago. Prowling a bit. Not too obvious. I can look a bit stuck up at times (when I’m not beaming a winning smile!) which is easily turned to a sneer, to repel any really unwanted attention. My withering glare I call it. The pub was dark and crowded. The music was good and with a drink in my hand, I relaxed into the atmosphere. I spotted a couple of half-decent looking men, they were standing together.
It did cross my mind that I hadn’t had a two’s-up for ages. I kept a subtle eye on them while I continued to survey the room. A straggly looking guy gave me the eye and smiled a couple of times. He’d have to get in the shower first though. I concentrated on the band and lost myself a bit. Listening to the beat, the rhythm – picturing in my mind’s eye some sweaty sex or at the very least a leisurely masturbation.
My reverie was disturbed by a vibrating pocket, my phone. It was a name I hadn’t seen for a while, an old retainer… someone I loved for many reasons, not least because it was always some of the greatest sex I ever had. I headed for the exit to take the call passing the two guys from earlier. They were holding hands. I smiled to myself as I said into the phone, “Are you about to rescue me?”
“I’m in town, can I buy you a nightcap?”
“That sounds perfect where are you?”
He told me the name of the hotel and I jumped in a cab. A sure thing with an old familiar and sexy lover. I couldn’t wait. He was waiting in the hotel bar. His smile lit up as I entered, my stomach did a jig. He was looking good and his grinning cheeks sent wrinkles round his eyes. Gorgeous. We fell into a natural chat while we sipped at single malt.
“So, want to see my room?”
“Take me there,” I kissed him with a whiskey mouth.
We started in the lift. Pinned up against the door, he felt between my legs and reached round with his other hand to grab my bum. His hands meeting, he pulled me up by the groin, making my legs turn to jelly. We reached his door and fell into the room, kissing passionately and stumbling toward the bed. I couldn’t get my jeans off quick enough. I groaned and salivated at the sight of his erection.
“Let me suck it.”
I looked at him as he knelt above me. The taste of his skin was a memory rush and I felt my inhibitions (such as they are) melt away. He fingered my sopping cunt while I swallowed him whole, cupping and stroking his balls, trying to get it all in.
My body was writhing with desire now, my groans louder, more urgent. I pushed my pelvis up toward him, wafting sex gases and willing him to bend his head to my labia. Intuitively he obliged, straddling my face all the better to fill my throat with his cock. His lips nibbled at my cunt tenderly, his tongue stroked my clit. My lower body was melting and electrified all at the same time. My legs spread so far apart, my inner thighs stretched painfully.
“I want you” I managed to mumble between a mouthful of cock.
“Mmm, but I haven’t decided how yet.” He played with me.
Turning me over he spanked my bottom. Lightly at first then when I didn’t protest, harder. He stroked it firmly, immediately after each slap, warming the whole area until my buttocks glowed. Between slaps he reached under me and fingered me making me wetter each time. Now and again he pulled my bum cheeks slightly apart, arousing my anus and making it want to play too.
“You’re gonna get it,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. I knew what was coming and felt my body open for him. Skillfully he lubed us both up and positioned himself. My cunt was so wet and I could feel my anus ready to relax and accommodate him. Keeping one hand on my clit, he gently pushed his cock against my sphincter, the muscle yielded to his sex and I gasped as he entered me to the hilt.
Slowly he rode me, giving my cheeks a slap and my vagina a rub when he fancied. As his tempo increased I pulled at my own tits and joined his hand in frigging my clitoris. He was filling me up and I knew he would come quickly like this. Just what I wanted. His spunk, washing inside me. I felt his hands go to my hips, gripping, pulling, pushing.
He was close. I frigged and wriggled, pushing my backside onto him, faster and deeper. My own climax near, I begged him to come. As if on demand, he shot into me and as I felt his release, I joined him in a mutual climax. We clung to each other as we nestled like spoons on the rumpled sheets. A loving and tender hug with a man I love was just what I had needed.
We showered shortly after and a room service snack refueled our bodies for another round. This time slow and missionary. Smiling eyes looked down at me as I came for a second time. I liked him watching me, my arousal growing, peaking, subsiding. We slept then but woke around four for a lazy, sleepy spunking before sleeping again… The day started proper with a blow job in the shower, breakfast in bed and a sweet goodbye… till the next time. Rescued.
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