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I met you the next morning for a late breakfast. It was day two of your trip to Washington, D.C., and you had decided to sleep late, telling me you were a bit worn out after yesterday's fun at John's townhouse and needed some time alone.

I was there early and had already gotten us a table in the back of the café. The owner knew me, and I told him that I was expecting a guest this morning: a tall, very attractive, curvy woman with dirty blonde-reddish hair by the name of Jess.

You arrived on time and immediately went to the pastry display to ask one of the waiters about me - "about six feet tall, athletic build, dark brown hair, goatee" - before the owner saw you and directed you over to my table in the back.

I stood up, kissed you on the cheek and offered you the seat next to me. We then chatted and laughed over croissants, eggs and coffee.

"So what's on the agenda today," you asked me.

"Oh, I don't know," I responded. "I figure we'd do a little sightseeing this morning and then we can head back to John's townhouse to spend the afternoon. He's working today, but I have a key to his place. I have some ideas in mind, but I'd like them to be a surprise."

We spent what remained of the morning and early afternoon wandering around the district, hitting the usual tourist sites. After several hours of walking, we decided to take a cab back to John's townhouse for a break and to have some drinks and something to eat.

The last time, we were at John's place, we never actually made it beyond the living room. John was a very successful lawyer in the nation's capital. He had never married, so he spent all of his money on his house and various grownup toys. With three floors plus a finished basement, his townhouse is large, even by suburban standards. In addition, John's backyard was not typical for a townhouse in the city. It was huge and surrounded by fencing and tall hedges that provided total privacy. He also had a hot tub that was big enough for a person to sit comfortably in it submerged up to his neck.

It was summertime, and Washington was in the midst of a heat wave, so, after a late lunch, I asked you if you wanted to grab some cold beers and relax in the now-cold hot tub.

We headed into the backyard, stripped naked and slipped into the cool water. We sat side by side, our thighs pressed up against each other. We drank our beers and kissed, tasting the sweetness Kütahya Escort of the malt and the bitterness of the hops on each other's lips.

After a short time, you climbed into my lap and straddled my outstretched legs, pressing your inner thighs and pussy against me. We kissed passionately in that position for several minutes, you grinding your hips against me, my cock slowly hardening.

"Jess, will you sit on the edge of the hot tub," I asked while taking a breath between kisses, "so I can taste your pretty cunt?"

Without hesitating, you climbed off me and sat on the side of the hot tub, spreading your legs to reveal yourself. I moved onto my knees, so I could crawl between your thighs, and you reached down between your legs to separate the folds of your pussy to give me better access. I kissed, licked and sucked you as you writhed and moaned in obvious bliss. I could tell from your breathing and body movements that you were well on your way to orgasm, so I decided to take things up a notch by sliding two fingers inside you and gesturing as if I were asking you to come to me. I sucked your clit as I fingered you, and

I could feel your orgasm building as you began to squeeze my head with your thighs. You placed both of your hands on my head for support, begging me not to stop, and came hard with a shudder, breaking out all over in goosebumps.

I pulled away to take a breath and sip my beer, sitting back on my legs and feet.

"I want to suck that big cock of yours," you told me as you leaned back, gasping for air.

"Okay, but give me a second to run into the house to grab some more beers for us," I responded, and ran into the house for more alcohol, hard cock bouncing high in the air.

After the short break, we switched places with me taking a spot on the edge of the hot tub while you slipped back into the water. This time, it was I who spread his legs for you, giving you easy access to whatever you wanted from me.

I was still obviously turned on, so you did not have to waste time getting my cock stiff again. You simply grabbed it at the base and took as much of my dick into your mouth as you could. I felt the head touch the back of your throat, forcing a slight gag from you. You held it there for a brief moment, swirling your tongue around, savoring the salty, thick taste of my precum. Then, you started bobbing your head up and down, Kütahya Escort Bayan using your hand to stroke my shaft in a form of erotic syncopation. After several minutes of this, you sat back on your heels to catch your breath and rest your neck.

Once I saw that you were sufficiently rested, I stood and walked slightly forward so my feet and legs were placed slightly at your sides. I didn't have to draw you a picture; you just looked up into my eyes and knew exactly what I wanted. I grabbed the top of your head gently, and slid my hard, pulsing cock in between your lips and started to fuck your mouth with considerable enthusiasm.

I could see by your face that you were in deep concentration. With your hands placed on the sides of my hips and your nipples brushing against my thighs, I rocked back and forth, driving my cock into your mouth again and again. The gulping noises you made as a little bit of your spit dripped from your mouth and slid down your chin was enough to drive me over the edge but I held out.

"Oh, Jess," I said between heavy breaths. "You're fucking amazing."

I didn't want this to end too quickly, so I pulled out of your mouth with a slight popping sound. You looked into my eyes with longing.

"Jesus, Christian. Why'd you stop?" you asked. "I was really getting into that."

"I don't want to cum yet," I responded.

I helped you to your feet, so you were facing me, and kissed you deeply.

"Turn around and bend over the side of the hot tub," I told you. "I'd like to fuck you from behind, if that's okay."

You did not need me to ask again; you turned around, bent over and placed your hands on the edge of the hot tub for support.

I put one hand on your ass and gently probed the folds of your pussy with the fingers of my other hand. While you were clearly turned on, the water from the hot tub had washed away your natural juices, so I dropped to my knees, separated your ass and pussy with my hands, and slid my tongue into your cunt over and over again until you were ready.

After a short while, my beard was soaked from my spit and your juices. I then stood up, gripped your ass with both hands, and drove my hard dick into your wet pussy until it was buried deep inside you, the front of my hips pressed right up against your parted ass.

We fucked like that for several minutes, the two of us grunting and Escort Kütahya moaning, skin slapping on skin. My hands moved from your ass to caress your back. And as our fucking grew more frantic, I reached up and grabbed your shoulder at the base of your neck with one hand and helped you slam back against me, driving you down even harder onto my rock-hard cock.

"Oh, Jesus," you called out. "Don't fucking stop."

I could feel exactly when your orgasm hit as your fingers curled into fists on the edge of the hot tub and your cunt gripped me tightly.

"Can I cum?" I asked you breathlessly.

You didn't respond; you only pushed your ass back against me faster and harder. I released your shoulder and used both of my hands to grab your ass, driving into you over and over and over until I grunted, releasing spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum deep inside you.

Our fucking slowed to a gentle rocking, and eventually I just stopped, my cock still in you as I slowly softened. We stood there for what felt like minutes, breathing and enjoying the feeling of closeness before I pulled out.

You started to stand up, but before you could I put my hand on your back and stopped you.

"Wait," I said. "I'm not quite done yet."

I then dropped to my knees in the cool water, placed my hands on the bottom of your ass and gently parted your sex. The redness of your cunt was stark against the backs of your milky white thighs.

Moving my head forward, I started to lick and kiss you, loving the taste of both our juices. I could see my cum leaking out of you as I continued to lap at your swollen pussy.

"Oh, god," I heard you say. "I'm think I'm going to cum again."

And you did, your legs shaking as you gripped the edge of the hot tub to keep from falling over.

I stood up after that, carefully wiping my chin. You stood, too, holding onto my shoulder for a bit of support. We pressed our bodies together, kissing passionately, tasting each other for the third time today.

"I really should get going," you said, breaking away from me. "But I definitely need to wash up before I'm ready to go out in public."

I led you into the house to the nearest bathroom, which had a massive walk-in shower that could probably accommodate an entire football team. We took turns soaping each other up, careful to get those hard-to-reach spots that can be so difficult for one person to hit.

You left shortly thereafter, catching a cab back to your hotel.

This has only been the second day of your vacation, and with three more days to go, who knows what would happen next.

Anything could happen, and I would be there to make sure it did.