SERIAL FICTION

Precious Time To Savor Their Bodies

Shadows Of Mayday #8: Anthony #2: Together in London, they filled their days with intimacy and sight seeing

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They fucked on and off all afternoon — on the bed, on the couch, on the desk, in front of the window that faced the Big Ben and under the shower before they got dressed to go out for dinner.

Dinner followed in a restaurant on the South Bank, facing the river Thames. Anthony told Cassidy about the business course he ran in the Netherlands; about things they could improve for the next time. They talked about the differences and similarities in the culture of their home country and the countries in Europe.

Many subjects came up between them, but the one thing they didn’t discuss was their relationship. Neither wanted to make the other promises they couldn’t keep. Anthony and Cassidy enjoyed their affair, but neither wanted a future with the other. They only used each other for their own selfish reasons.

They filled their days in London with a variety of excursions like every other tourist in London did, such as shopping in Oxford Street, but also at Piccadilly Circus and in Harrods. At Buckingham Palace they witnessed the Changing of the Guard and then went for a walk through Hyde Park.

On one day they visited the Westminster Abbey and St. Paul’s Cathedral and on the other they went for two rides in the London Eye. They spent another day in Greenwich and they visited Abbey Road, after which The Beatles named their last studio LP. Sometimes they stayed out all day.

Other days they returned to the hotel for an hour or two, where they fucked until they went out again.

It was on one of those afternoons, right after they had toured London by city tourist bus, that Anthony had a new and exciting sexual experience.

It started out the same as many other days. Their feet hurt after hours of walking. Both kicked their shoes off and lay down on bed, on top of the covers.

No matter how tired they were, something always seemed to draw them together. Soon they kissed, fondled and undressed. Anthony’s hands were on Cassidy’s breasts, grabbing and squeezing the flesh between his fingers until she moaned. Cassidy closed her hand around Anthony’s cock, satisfied he was hard and ready to fuck her.

He moved his mouth to Cassidy’s nipple and his fingers found her wet entrance. Anthony bit lightly on and around her nipple, while he finger-fucked her to her first orgasm.

Cassidy surprised Anthony by pushing him back on the bed and kneeling between his legs. He watched as she took his erection in her mouth. First only the tip disappeared between her lipstick-pink lips. Her tongue swirled around the head. Cassidy opened her mouth wide and allowed saliva to drip down her lover’s cock.

Her eyes never left his face.

She licked up and down his length and, each time she reached the top, she took the tip of his cock in her mouth. Anthony had to work hard at holding back on his climax. He almost shot his load up in the air when she licked his balls and her tongue just barely touched his asshole.

Afraid he might climax too soon and filled with an urge to fuck her hard, Anthony switched places with Cassidy. He was inside her in a split-second. He rammed his cock into her waiting cunt and, wanting to reach deeper, he hooked her legs over his upper arms. Cassidy’s ass lifted off the bed and her cunt spread wide open.

Anthony pulled his cock out almost entirely and pushed back in hard. His pace was quick and his need to climax high.

At one point, he pulled out too far but didn’t notice. His cock slipped down a fraction and when he wanted to push in again, he met some resistance. He looked down and saw he was pushing against Cassidy’s anus.

Anthony held still, looked at Cassidy who nodded, and then he pushed harder. His cock needed guidance, and a bit of lubrication. Anthony sat back on his legs, with his cock still against Cassidy’s other hole. He held it in his hand, spit down on it and then he pushed.

Cassidy bent her legs and reached down with her hands to pull her buttocks apart. She offered him her dark opening.

Bit by bit Anthony pushed inside. It surprised him how tight and warm it was and he watched in amazement as his cock slipped inside her with relative ease.

Cassidy drew her breath in, partly from pain, but mostly from excitement. Her cunt glistened with a slick wetness that dripped down to her ass, helping to lubricate her asshole for the intrusion. Anthony pushed in up to his balls.

“Fuck me,” Cassidy pleaded, “please, fuck my ass.”

Anthony didn’t need more encouragement than that.

He pulled out until just the tip was still inside her. He spat on his cock again and pushed back in. Each time he did, he met less resistance. His pace quickened as his own passion took over. He fucked her ass in the same rhythm he had her pussy.

Cassidy’s fingers slipped into her cunt. She felt him moving against her fingers through the thin wall separating the two holes. Her cunt was dripping wet, reflecting the intense lust she felt. She moved her fingers to her clitoris.

Once again, Anthony was amazed by how well this young woman knew her own body.

If only my wife…

He pushed the thought away and increased his fucking speed. Cassidy accepted the pounding and rubbed her clitoris harder. Anthony climaxed first. His body stiffened and his cock contracted as he spurted his semen in Cassidy’s dark hole. The contractions of Anthony’s cock inside her were just the bit of extra stimulation Cassidy needed to reach her own climax.

Anthony collapsed next to Cassidy and tried to catch his breath.

“Thank you,” Cassidy said.

“It was my first time,” Anthony admitted and Cassidy only smiled.

She was not prepared to share information about her earlier lovers, or admit to him how much she loved anal sex. Anthony fucked her ass more times while they were in London, and Cassidy didn’t mind his new fixation.

Cassidy was insatiable and towards the end of their eight-day stay, Anthony tried to stay out for as long as possible during their day trips.

He longed to be back home, to quiet evenings with his wife. They would be sexless evenings, but loving, happy and relaxed ones. He wanted to get back to how things were; to where he enjoyed his wife’s company and occasionally fucked Cassidy.

The last day in London, Cassidy proposed to stay in the hotel room, but Anthony opted for some last-minute shopping. There was a bit of a strain between them as they walked between the shops on Piccadilly Circus.

Cassidy’s mood finally improved when they returned to their room late in the afternoon and Anthony fucked her. He had already packed his bags and after an early dinner in one of the hotel’s restaurants, Anthony and Cassidy checked out. Anthony had to catch the last flight out to Amsterdam.

They kissed and Anthony waved at Cassidy through the back window of the taxi as they sped off to London City Airport. Cassidy returned to her hotel on Victoria Embankment. She would fly back to South Africa later the next day.

On his return to Amsterdam, Anthony checked into the airport hotel, put his stuff in his room and called the front desk for a taxi. His trip took him back to the hotel where he stayed before he went to London.

“Please wait here. I’ll be back in a minute,” Anthony said to the taxi driver and got out of the car.

He dropped the envelope with his checkout papers and key cards in the night box of the hotel, where they would find it the next morning. Anthony returned to the airport hotel with the same taxi, thankful to be alone at last. No matter how much he had enjoyed the naughty shenanigans with Cassidy, Anthony was happy he could at least get one night of unbroken sleep.

He woke from his daydreaming when one of his fellow passengers tapped his shoulder. He turned around and saw a busty, platinum blond woman smiling at him. A huge pair of sunglasses hid her eyes from the world.

He looked at her, confused.

“You’re next,” she said as she pointed to the desks.

“Oh… err… uhh… thank you,” he stumbled and his face turned red with embarrassment.

He was so caught up in re-living the sexy times with Cassidy, he had come to the front of the line without being aware of it. Anthony grabbed his carry-on bag and proceeded to the counter. The attendant greeted him with a fake smile, irritation showing in her eyes. Anthony didn’t notice.

In the gate waiting area he busied himself with his phone. He sent his wife a text message: I’m ready to board the plane. Can’t wait to see you tonight!

He had been in touch with her at irregular times while he was in London. His wife had confronted him about it in a text message. His excuse was the course was crazily busy and chaotic.

Anthony followed his first text with another: Can’t wait to get out of this chaotic place and be in our quiet home, where you organized everything so perfectly.

He figured he needed to sweet-talk her, since he had neglected her in the past couple of days.

Anthony sent his last text to his wife just after he had buckled himself into his seat: I’m in the plane. See you tonight, darling. I love you!

Continued: Shadows Of Mayday #9

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This story is a work of fiction, and the author’s tribute to all victims of air crashes. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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