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Here I share with you my collection of erotic stories in my keeps. Also can be found at
www.juicysexstories.com
The contents is 100℅ not from me, but just added some local flavours to enhance the story.
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I was back in Sydney with time to kill, as I wasn’t meeting with friends until tomorrow evening. I have always liked the coast and have a room at the Grand in Manly. The concierge recommended I head to the Seafront Hotel when I asked where would be a good place to get a drink and catch a band.
The hotel was crowded when I walked in at about 8.00pm. I ordered a drink from a smiling blonde behind the bar and scanned the room. In the corner a guy was strumming his guitar.
Although he was being drowned out by the hum of constant chatter of people sharing their worlds and words with the company they choose to keep, every now and then people would tune into his song for a chorus or a melody that caught a nuance of remembrance as his words rolled out.
The local band was setting up in the back section of the hotel, which was surrounded by a small but adequate dance floor. There were tables and chairs and some dark corners where unseen things might just take place. There was a small but well-equipped betting area and heaps of room to sit and eat or just soak up the entertainment.
My writer’s block was starting to affect my work, so I needed to find someone to write about – perhaps my best sex story ever?
‘Maybe she would be here tonight?’
The bar was well-stocked and the mix of business people and local surfers made the place feel really homely.
That’s when I noticed her, sitting amongst a group of people, but detached from them, half gazing up and then falling back to the book she was intent on reading.
I saw that she had a single glass of champagne, so I decided to have a better look. As I moved closer, I saw that she was wearing a black trench coat, which I though a bit odd as it was warm and safe from the elements in the bar.
‘Was she waiting for someone? Was this place just a stop before heading off into her night and the journey home?’
I was now intent on finding out if this woman might become part of the next adult story I was to tell to my readers. I ordered a bottle of champagne and headed over. I introduced myself and asked what she was reading.
She smiled and said her name was Lily and showed me the cover of her book. It sparked my interest straight away as I read the cover, ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’, a novel full of erotic stories about a woman finding herself in her own sexuality.
She told me she was a local and when she said she was here to find herself a good evening, the first pulse of pleasure ran straight to the head of my cock. On closer inspection I knew what she was after and why she wore an overcoat. She was wearing little if anything underneath.
A flash of red lace caught my eye as she leaned forward and allowed me to see her breasts. They were round and well shaped, with nipples already protruding as if they needed to break out and be free.
We chatted for a while and I discovered that she was from London but had decided to settle in Australia. Lily told me she came here to pick up guys at random times for uncomplicated, good fucking.
Marriage and being someone’s everything wasn’t in this lady’s dictionary, which suited me just fine. Her outfit was complemented by an amazing pair of ‘come fuck me’ boots, over sexy of fishnet stockings that I’m sure were designed to catch and hold the attention of a very lucky guy.
After a few glasses of champers the conversation flowed easily and I explained that I was only here for the weekend to catch up with friends the next day and fly out again on Sunday evening. I said I had to get my arse back into gear as my publisher was getting antsy about the manuscript of my new book.
I told her that I write non-fiction about real experiences, to share with others. My job, if that’s what you call it, was to live and seek out pleasure and write about it.
I explained that the characters in my stories are real, the pleasure, the journey, the orgasms and the flow of cum are all real. Only the names and places have been changed. Her eyes started to light up, and I knew that she would be the next passage in my book.
Lily was a living character with a sexual aura about her that most men, even attached ones, just couldn’t help but pick up on. She was wearing almost nothing and reveling in it.
She looked me in the eyes and asked,
‘So are you a good fuck?’
I laughed, as I have never had any complaints, but explained that what is good for one might put others to sleep. I told her that I find women’s boundaries and smash them to smithereens, leaving them open, devoured and satisfied but wanting more. I said that I unlock the chains that bind them to the confines of the little box, whether to their parents, previous partners or religious teachings that have shaped them.
I leaned over and now my hand was lightly touching her leg. She didn’t flinch as I whispered in her ear.
‘I intend to take you and fuck every last inch of you. I’m going to spread you wide and fill you with loads and loads of cum.’
My hand now reached Lily’s thigh, where her stockings ended and her flesh became available under the table, for my hand only. I slowly explored further between her thighs until my hand brushed over her womanhood. As Lily began losing sight and sense of everyone and everything in the room, I continued to softly feel her guarded pussy through her silky panties.
Claire, the happy blonde from behind the bar, appeared to collect our used glasses and the empty bottle, stopping to chat and suggesting we head down to the Event Club later as that’s where she was going after work.
An invitation, hmm…
‘Maybe’ I said, my hand still slightly rubbing Lily’s now moistening undies as we spoke.
As Claire left, I asked Lily if she had ever had a threesome and to my surprise this confident go-getting sexual goddess replied,
‘No… I’ve played with another girl’s breasts before and enjoyed massaging another girl, feeling her firm arse, all in the name of massage.’
Although the prospects were good in the bar with hot, well-built guys that could also take a ride through pleasure town with us, tonight wasn’t about others. That night I intended to discover Lily myself. She was my story, my journey and I intended to follow it to the end.
As I topped up Lily’s glass, our second bottle ran out. My leg was now splitting hers for the first time as the folds of her coat opened enough so I could see that her panties matched her bra. This lady knew her stuff and didn’t need a guide.
But even with all that confidence, she also needed to be taken. I knew she wanted to be used for a man’s pleasure; to be fucked hard, to be fucked completely until she screamed and begged for her red swollen cunt to be shown some mercy, all the while giving it up again and again with full body enthusiasm, spreading herself for his and ultimately her own fulfillment.
Heading back to the bar, I noticed the band was doing its pre-show sound check.
To be continued...