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Adventure in a B&B

"So, I decided I would sightsee around West Wales. I was looking for some mental stimulation and a restful few days to re-charge my batteries before returning to work."

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I thought maybe a rural base was preferable to a town hostelry and decided to scan the accommodation sites for suitable locations. It wasn’t long before I found a rather attractive sounding little place with a river at the foot of the garden and a spacious room with en-suite shower. I thought that will do nicely and contacted the proprietors to find it was free for the weekend so that was how I found what, in hindsight was an interesting couple of days. The morning for me to drive to my chosen venue and after a beautiful drive through the Welsh countryside I arrived at my destination. It was a large detached house set back from the road with large grounds and commanding a view over the hills and valley. I parked the car and knocked on the door. A pleasant cheery lady who greeted me with a smile and a friendly demeanor opened it. She ushered me to the guestroom, which was in a separate part of the house. The house was spacious and offered more than enough comfort and space for my relaxation. It was certainly superior in every way to the hotel rooms I had become accustomed to using. I took in the view from the large windows and the elevated view of the rear garden. It offered a level of privacy and seclusion that appealed to me. A riverside area of the garden was accessible using a series of landscaped steps between copious shrubs and bushes lining the path on both sides as one descended from the patio and Conservatory to the lower level of the river flowing past the garden. Tranquility and privacy were assured and a restful and yet stimulating few days were assured. That evening, warmed from a day of summer sunshine, I decided to explore the garden. “Is it okay to have a walk down to the river?” I asked “Of course,” She replied with a smile. “Just be sure not to fall in as I don’t do water rescues” she laughed. I smiled back and assured her I would be careful. I followed the path and descended step by step through the tall topiary intended to shield the path but afford unhindered movement between the landscaped levels of the garden. It was peaceful and quiet and the warm sun felt good on my face. It was still quite warm and the silence was only interrupted by the babble of water running over a stone strewn bed. Perfection. I happened upon a bench, which was ideally placed for a pause and view of the evening sun sparkling and dancing on the water as it meandered by. I sat and felt the warm rays and seclusion. A scented summer breeze passed gently and almost imperceptibly over me. My mind began to drift to thoughts of contentment. I had rarely found a place that relaxed me as much as this and I began to feel intoxicated by it. Strangely it had an arousing effect on me; I looked around attentively and noted the house did not overlook the bench nor other persons, save for the river but if I exercised caution I would not be disturbed. It was very private and I felt safe from discovery in my little secluded corner. The warmth of the day had made the wearing of shorts and a light T-shirt the most suitable attire. As it turned out it was also the most suitable for what I now had in mind. I scanned my surroundings once more and slipped my hand over the now prominent and growing bulge in them. It felt good. I began to caress my erection and trace its outline through the thin material. The warm sun seemed to increase the stimulation I felt and my cock began to stiffen beneath my touch. I closed my eyes and let my mind roam, the quiet burble of the river, the feeling of warm sun on my body and the lazy hum of insect-life was mesmerizing. My hand passed over my hard penis and then down inside the waistband to the flat of my belly. Circling the warm soft skin as it descended lower. Tantalizing as it moved towards its goal. I opened my eyes at the prospect of going further, looked around me and satisfied there were no witnesses to my activity I continued. Slowly I reached the object of my desire. My fingers passed through short neatly trimmed hair to the hard shaft of my fully erect cock. It felt so good and I began to stroke it along its length. The wetness of its swollen head was evidence of an arousal like few others before it. This was indeed a uniquely arousing setting for stimulating my mind and soul. As I continued to stroke and pull at my hard member my mind conjured up images of erotic pleasure to be had in such an idealic location such as this. My hand slipped easily over the slippery head inside my shorts. It was time to expose it to the warm air and the freedom afforded it outside the restrictions of my close-fitting shorts. I tugged at the waistband, squirming my way up and out of them as I maneuvered my hips to slip them down my trunk towards my legs. As They fell away, slipping down my legs it felt natural to kick them off my feet. Now unfettered by them I parted my legs to feel the warm movement of air on my skin, on my thighs, on my balls and cock. Blissful freedom to the elements as I took a firmer grip of my shaft and moved it up and down purposefully. My hand becoming slippery from the excess of warm pre-cum oozing from the head of my hard cock. This was intense and I knew it would not be long before I felt the familiar muscular contractions that precluded spasms of pleasure as my ejaculate surged through my cock on its forceful journey from balls to head, like an express train accelerating into the open air and over all in its path. My excitement increased exponentially with each of my strokes. I could feel the tingle in my balls and pelvic floor as my orgasm began to build deep inside me. I was at the point of no return, there was no stopping what was building inside me, abandoning what was fast approaching, my legs began to quiver uncontrollably with muscular contractions in my thighs, the feeling was spreading rapidly to my stomach muscles as I let out a guttural groan of ecstasy. I felt the rush of hot cum surging through my hard cock as it pulsed into a jet of life giving cum. It reached through the air in muscular spurts, a fountain of hot slick spunk. Falling as it reached my thighs. My body contorted by the spasms of pleasure. God this was amazing. I shot several lengthy streams of sperm into the air before a contented warm fuzzy glow replaced the hard jerking of intense orgasmic convulsions. I slowly opened my eyes and slowly focused my mind on my surroundings once more. “I thought you might like a glass of cool water on this warm day.” The familiar voice of my host broke the spell. I turned my attention in the direction of the offer as I hurriedly tugged at my discarded shorts. Clumsily trying to cover my waning erection with them as putting them on in this hurried fashion was a non-starter. She was standing on the path a matter of feet away wearing a smile that neither confirmed nor denied her presence throughout my enthusiastic actions that were now turning to panic. She was wearing a light flowing skirt and a loose-fitting T-shirt. How long had she been there? Had she seen anything? Had she watched my helpless flailing whilst under the influence of sublime eroticism? How was I to explain my obvious embarrassment and panicked attempts to recover discarded shorts? God this was awkward. I smiled rather stupidly as I blurted “Thank you I am rather warm. What a wonderful setting you have here. Such a great view.” God what a stupid fucking thing to say, a Freudian slip if ever there was one. Why not just ask her to get her tits out and be done with it why don’t you! For fuck sake. How worse could this get? She maintained an unflustered smile as she handed me the glass of water. Taking it with my only free hand I nodded my weak gratitude for the face-saving token. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked. “I mean sit on the bench” she added as if clarifying her intention. Was this an intended double entendre or an innocent request on a warm and slightly barmy evening? “Feel free” I said trying to sound in control of the situation. “Thank you, I just might.” She responded and sat on the bench beside me. “Where’s you husband?” I nervously asked trying to make light but situation saving conversation. “He’s out walking the dog. Probably be gone for a while” she explained. “May as well make the most of what time I have to myself” she said mysteriously. I swallowed as I said weakly “absolutely what do you normally do when he’s out and you are alone for a while?” She smiled broadly and replied: - “Oh whatever takes my fancy. I always find something to occupy idle hands.” I smiled back at her and clumsily asked: - “Do you find you have much opportunity for quiet moments like that?” “Depends on the guests” she retorted. This was beginning to sound like she had her own agenda when she brought me that glass of water and I couldn’t help but wonder what she had in mind? I really hope I wasn’t misreading all the signals that seemed to be coming my way in my still heightened sexual state. In fact, the sexual chemistry was evident between us and what I took to be the double-meaning of her comments only served to cause a stir beneath the shorts I still clutched to my lap to cover my earlier embarrassment. As I shuffled my naked bum on the bench I could feel a second coming-of-excitement beneath my crumpled shorts. She was clearly aware of my ‘discomfort’ and asked: - “Are you okay there? Sitting bare-bummed on the bench can’t be very comfortable and clutching your shorts against yourself like that isn’t helping.” “Would you feel better if I put them back on?” I asked nervously. How would I be able to put them on with her sitting there anyway I thought? “No but you might feel less self-conscious if you discard them again. I won’t look if you want?” She offered. I could always keep my hands over my lap I thought. “Okay” I replied as I relinquished my grip on them and pulled them from under my hand. As I did so her eyes watched intensely. The shorts were left lying where they landed and seemed superfluous now. I felt less intimidated by her presence and unexpectedly relaxed about the situation I now found myself in. Relaxed I might be but a growing sensation beneath my hand was telling me my hand would not conceal my growing arousal for long. But maybe that was her intention when she suggested discarding the only cover I had? My heart began to race as I began to realize the extent of the situation and where it was going, where it seemed, she wanted it to go. I was being guided by her and was no longer in control of the situation, she was. I was hers to use and I felt strangely contented with that…and curious to see what was planned for me. As I sat there with my hand cupped over my flaccid cock she shuffled closer and leaned towards me, close enough to whisper in my ear: - “That’s two of us with no pants on now.” She beamed a smile and winked knowingly. Then offered her mouth up to mine. As our mouths met she cocked her head to one side and started to kiss me firmly. I felt her tongue probing my mouth as she began to push her tongue between my passive lips. Searching for my throat. She began to moan gently into my open mouth and fuck it with her penetrating tongue. It was as if she was fucking my mouth with her deep, thrusting stiff tongue. I’d never been kissed like this before; her passion was contagious and I found myself devouring her mouth and tongue feverishly in return. I began to feel aroused once more and a growing mass beneath my hand. I knew my hand would soon be an inadequate cover for what was quickly outgrowing its place of concealment under it. But I didn’t want her to stop…. I didn’t want to stop. I wondered if she was as aroused as I and whether she had offered her self to other guests in this way. She was expert in her foreplay and took full control of me… I had never relinquished control like this before and I found the experience arousing…overpowering…intoxicating. It felt good to let go any restraint I was feeling and embrace this new feeling inside me. She reached for my hand…that hand…and pulled it up to one of her breasts. She brushed it over an aroused nipple and even hidden by her T-shirt the thin material was unable to hide its hard contour from my fingers. She left it there as if to prompt my fingers to caress her body, I responded with a soft circular motion over her nipple and areola… it responded to my touch by growing harder under my touch. Her mouth was taking my tongue ever deeper as she responded to my stimulus and our faces were wet with the saliva of excitement. I lowered my hand and slipped it up and under her T-shirt, up, up, over her smooth soft skin until my fingers touched the underside of her voluptuous breasts. Naked breasts. She was certainly prepared for me and I realized that along with her claim of having no pants on she was also bra-less under her top. My once flaccid cock was now firm and hard as it pointed skywards in a rigid salute to the highly charged actions of its bearer. The air may have felt warm on my body but the light breeze felt a degree cooler as it passed over the wetness of the swollen glans of my penis. As I caressed one of her breasts and rolled its hard nipple gently under my extended finger tips I felt her hand tracing a path down my belly. Slowly it went lower and made circular motions over my torso, slowly it descended to my mons pubis where she began to rub my hairs with her finger tips. It prompted me to let out a light groan of pleasure and anticipation as I continued to caress her breast and lift the front of her T-shirt to afford me an unfettered sight of the large and beautifully formed breasts that, until now, I had only caressed beneath her top. She momentarily raised her arms over her head and allowed me to lift her top up over them to reveal incredible breasts, heavy and full with large areolas and prominent hard nipples. They were gorgeous and I spluttered out: - “What amazing breasts you have.” “You like?” “Yes, I do” I replied I cupped them in my hands and then rubbed them, taking in their size, their softness and their symmetry. Meanwhile her hand returned to my rampant cock which was twitching with excitement and tingling at her touch. She rubbed the tip of it with the palm of her open hand it was electrifying. I reached over her arm to rest my hand on her thigh and as I touched it I felt her mouth press firmly to mine and her tongue thrust into my mouth in response to my touch. I started to slide my fingers under the edge of her skirt and along the inside of her soft warm thigh. Brushing her skin as my hand traced a random path up her leg, the back of my hand brushing the inside of her other thigh as my outstretched fingers sought the darker recess that lay inches from the hem of her skirt. It wasn’t long before my finger tips felt the familiar silkiness of short curly hair, slicked with a warm unmistakable moisture that told me I had reached the source of her excitement, and my intended pleasure. She responded by parting her legs which allowed my fingers access to her most private depths. Her hand continued to rub the head of my cock and her kisses became frenzied as she gasped into my mouth, her tongue swirling inside my mouth. She was gasping and groaning as our bodies convulsed in synchronization with each other’s growing excitement. Her hand grasped the head of my penis as if it was a doorknob and began a polishing motion over it in her closed hand, the feeling was intense and made my body jerk in response. My fingertips searched feverishly for the slit between her legs as my thoughts turned to nestling my fingers in her. They found her wet and eager for my touch and I wasn’t about to disappoint her. I turned my hand over as my fingers entered her and pushing my extended fingers up inside her I felt a rough area of flesh in the roof of her welcoming cunt. This was her G-spot and her instant response was to thrust her hips forward to gorge herself on my fingers. She gave out a loud squeal of ecstasy and I knew I was now in control of her pleasure once more. Her hand slipped from the head of my manhood to tug it, her hand slipping roughly up and down its shaft. I breathed heavily through clenched teeth to stave off the early sensation of an orgasm within me. I wanted to prolong the pleasure and by doing so prolong her pleasure too. “Sit on my lap” I whispered to her She raised herself up and stepped sideways to straddle my legs. She kept her back to me as she once more sat down but this time onto my lap and carefully over my vertical cock. I slipped easily into her lubricated cunt. It went deep inside her as she settled back onto it. She began to rise and lower herself contentedly on my stiff rod as I reached around her to caress her breasts. I kissed her neck and stroked her erect nipples as her rhythmic movement increased in both height and pace. I ran my hands over her back before tracing the outline of her breasts and nipples once more. Her rise and fall was more of a grinding action as she appeared to be taking me deeper and deeper into her. We moved together as I raised my hips to meet her downward movement and thrust my hard cock into her with each pounding collision of our bodies. The pounding became erratic as I felt her body begin to shudder with each thrust I made into her she was Cumming. I knew it was finally my turn to release the control I had imposed on myself and began to feel the familiar tremble of the many spasms within the pit of my stomach grow in intensity. The rapid dilation and closure of my sphincter as the sensations spread through my pelvic floor muscles into my balls and then rise like a wave through the shaft of my rigid cock. Suddenly I felt a surge of pleasure as my cock expelled cum into her cunt. A warmth that covered my cock in a creamy lubrication. It was covering my balls as I plunged deep into her and made the light breeze around us feel cool against me skin. We continued like this until we lost our rhythm and she settled back onto what was left of my erection. We remained interlocked until she slowly raised herself up off me. Her beautiful bottom raised in front of me revealed her still swollen outer lips with a dribble of cum slowly dripping from her onto my stomach. It was warm and satisfying confirmation of our mutual satisfaction and I picked it up on my finger, tasted it, its slight saltiness mixed with the unmistakable hint of her juice was strangely erotic. She turned to me smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek as she stood and adjusted her skirt. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and down over her beautiful breasts and then gave me a wink and a smile as she returned to the steps that led back to the house. “Hope you feel you can give us a good review” she said with an impish grin. Thank you for reading it and I appreciate any comments you make. There will be new encounters to tell in the near future. Thanks to all 👍🏻
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