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He wasn't in a rush to get to his next appointment, Josh thought, as he judged the speed of the traffic. The last meeting had gone quicker and better than expected, the most troubling one to be negotiated would come later in the afternoon and before he retraced his route and pulled in at a favoured hotel for the night, maybe two, depending on how the evening went.
Now, as he pulled in for lunch at a favoured pub, on the edge of a Devonshire moorland, his iPhone bleated. He saw the call that was expected, to the minute and as he had agreed on.
'Trish! I've been hoping that I would hear from you with an answer...that we could meet again.'
He saw her image on the screen, for only a few teasing moments, as Trish held out her phone so that he could take in her slender face, then fulsome figure shaped by a long-sleeved faux wrap in emerald-green; a pendant necklace nestling at her breastbone; as if he needed reminding of her freckled skin to be found there. The woman had brought so much in her pleasing of him that he knew how the evening would play out, even the night if she'd agree to follow through on what they found and in his way.
'You know that I want that...to meet up again,' she answered only too directly and in her ways of it. Trish's voice had taken on the sound of a softer West Country burr. She lapsed into those ways of speaking when she was angry. That much he had learned of the woman whose image now drifted before his eyes, her slender full-breasted figure soon taken in when he'd first met her, and arousing a sudden, raging, ache in his groin. She knew what to do alright, and her unremarkable face had not dissuaded him from bedding her. 'I'll be at the Ellacotts...as before...and you can bring all of your energy to the party...no excuses this time!'
'You're in a mood, lady,' he said easily and on a soft laugh.
'You know damn well why! I've tried to speak to you for days...'
'And we don't play that way, Trish, do we? No chains of that sort...singers have fun but don't get hooked,' he teased. 'Anything else and that's by agreement...'
'Okay...okay,' she was heard to sigh, Josh making his point whether she liked to hear it or not. 'At least I know that you'll be with me...the guesswork's over.'
'It matters, does it?'
'You'll find out...like last time. It's not like this with the few others I go with...' She let that sink in. 'Be there by nine...I'll have put Dan straight that I want to be there with a guest...as I refer to you.'
Josh laughed as he spoke out on her plans for them. The Ellacott's place would be reached by taxi, and he would leave them, and Trish, as he had done the last time and what they had done together. 'I'm already a member...'
'Then we'll have no problems getting together again, will we, Josh?'
'No, so be happy, Trish. I want to see that wonderful smile of yours...' It brightened an otherwise rather plain face.
'And the rest will come later,' she retorted on a brittle laugh. 'I shouldn't say it, but it matters to me meeting up again with you again...Josh. There aren't any quite like you...'
'I'll be there...promise.'
Trish was no beauty and the slim, slender-faced, long-legged and full-breasted woman, with her wide smile, amazed him for the contradictions; by her mood changes and what had been said.
Swingers simply didn't get emotionally involved and he could only say that he lusted after the woman's body. Her voluptuousness was so different from his wife Evie's tended, sylph-like, figure. It, and the act, were all that those that were to be met at the Ellacott's unassuming bungalow expected but these gatherings never could be called 'sport-screwing' as some believed such gatherings to be.
The group was always small and discretion of paramount concern to all who were to be encountered. A simple internet search, and then narrowing down the results had finally brought him to registering with them, then to their door on that first occasion. He'd not given Trish's picture a second glance, when he had scrolled down the list of members, but reality had turned all of his doubts on its head.
As he drove to his next appointment, Josh wondered if their last meeting had set this particular hare running in Trish's mind. He was different...?
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Trish stepped back into the Council offices and took to the stairs, the sound of her low-heeled shoes echoing sharply.
She felt relieved bursa escort to have spoken to him and now knew that Josh would soon be seen again. They guy was successful and married; he lived far enough away for their meeting places to have a particular intensity for her; aroused emotions that she had felt from the moment she had first seen him and that others, at Ellacott's, those she chose to share particular intimacies with, never achieved. The man was so different; his hunger for her seemingly unquenchable and just what she needed to break her out of the raging provinciality that was work, and life, here in Devon.
What she would wear would be thought on. It had worked before; the plainness of her face not disguised by the little make-up that she always wore.
Instead, during their first time together, Josh had discovered the passionate woman beneath her skin...
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Trish felt a rush of uncommon longing for the guy she saw talking to Ben Ellacott. He was strongly built, stood tall, his square-jawed face again wreathed in smiles. His dark brown hair was brushed up and looked a little windswept, perhaps intentionally so. He looked so darned fit and sexy, confident in how he took in his surroundings and those to be seen there.
She had overheard him tell others in the group, gathering for the evening, that a 'visitor' would be joining them. He was well-dressed with an impeccable sense of casual style; that shock of wavy brown hair and lean face, his wonderful smile and look of interest as he caught her looking his way. The guy's appraising glance was enough to set her pulse racing and inflame her senses. It tightened the ache of sudden longing for someone younger than she was, but not by so much that it would raise eyebrows. After all, that was what these swinger's clubs were for...to experience the new and what would be out of reach under different circumstances.
Ben seemed intent on introducing them.
The summer's day was uncommonly warm and her scoop-necked sleeveless dress, with its floral print, flattered her figure; gladiator sandals lending a flourish to her slender legs. Beaded bracelets, and a pendant necklace hanging at her breastbone. They were enough to have drawn his attention upon her and of the other men in attendance. But it had been Josh who had captivated her and who now took the hand that she held out in greeting.
'Josh...meet Trish,' Ben had laughed and that was the introductions dispensed with. He stepped away and they followed his progress before Josh turned to her.
'I wondered what to pack for a business trip, but...but I see I've judged it right for an evening out...for being here.' He drew closer. 'Are there more like you in this group...your summer dress looks stunning on you?'
'Thanks!' she laughed out and reddened, dismayed by his ways of complimenting her. It would be easy to be in thrall to the man before her, how his eyes seemed to take in who she was and might soon become for him.
'I'm just saying how it is...for me.'
'And I hear you,' she smiled, taken in by Josh's compliment. It felt only too genuine to her ways of hearing it.
'I can't be the only one saying this to you...'
'But you are!' she laughed on pushing the fingers of one hand through her hair, intent on keeping that look of his upon her. It seemed that she'd 'pulled' with little or no effort. 'I can tell you there are none like you here...or at other times when the club meets.' She was seen to turn and look at the others for an instant. 'So, you'll be here for a day or so then gone again? That's too bad...'
'I travel this way every few months, so it fits the pattern of the club's ways...'
'You're in others?' she asked, genuinely interested, sipping on her drink and meeting, again, his appraising look upon her. 'Direct aren't you, in doing that?'
'I like what I see,' he grinned, 'and yes, I'm in another group back home. My wife and I play...we have an arrangement...we tell each other what we've found and whom we've met.'
'Like you do,' she ventured, that experience not known of.
'And you?'
'Single...I have been for ten years or so now. I get company in this way. It saves getting in too deep with people...'
'Who's being honest or direct now?'
They were interrupted by Ben. He was seen to be carrying a small tray.
'The others are going in. Want some stuff...to make the evening bursa escort bayan zing some more?' Ben asked, a quizzical frown creasing his fleshy face as he saw their unmistakable interest in each other.
'Jeez...hell no!' Josh rasped in sudden anger. 'If it's that sort of group I'm out!'
He felt a restraining hand to his arm, turned on feeling the strength of Trish's hold on him. 'I'm not into that either, Josh...so relax. We'll play by different rules...'
'So, I'll leave you to your own ways of it,' Ben concluded on a raucous laugh. 'Room two is yours!' he called out over his shoulder as he left them.
Trish gripped his hand and arm and pressed against Josh as she looked at him wonderingly. She saw the soft smile of recognition that there would be few preambles to their tryst, his hands offering caresses to her hip and belly as she led him to their room. The air was heavily scented and two large candles flickered in their fluted glass holders on a dresser, the poor light casting their shapeless shadows onto one wall.
'Wait...I want to see you, Trish...go slow,' he murmured on reaching for a cable switch that lit a small lamp placed on a tall stand in one corner of the room. She saw him unbuttoning his sleeves and to begin on his shirt front, but she stepped nimbly towards him, having pushed off her shoes, and made Josh look at her.
'I'm breaking my own rules,' she whispered, on meeting a first kiss as Josh drew her to him. She groped for him and felt the hard swell, Josh's evident strength and longing for her. 'This is crazy...what's happening so quickly! You're so hard...'
'I want the woman I see...I really want her.'
She shuddered and sagged against him; felt Josh's fingers tug loose the fastening of her dress and then the slow slip of the zip over her enervated skin. She hunched her shoulders and felt him ease the dress down; shivered at his touch on her back as nimble fingers unfastened her bra. His actions soon revealed the soft tumble of her large firm breasts, how her nipples stood proud and inviting his kisses to her skin, the press of his lips to her breastbone as Trish rubbed his cheeks with their warm perfumed flesh.
'That you should bring this to me.. a stranger,' she heard him say as Josh buried his face to them and she guided his sucking kisses; all the while tugging on his shirt until it slipped over his shoulders. He took a step away, but she held his wrists as, together, they tugged on his belt and unfastened his chinos.
Josh felt her hair brush his skin as she looked down and clamped the swell in his briefs before her fingers tugged at the waist band and his straining prick sprang free.
'It's yours to do with what you want....'
'But how?'
Her soft gasp was accompanied by his growl of admission for all that being with her had aroused in him and so quickly.
'See what you've done to me?' he quipped on a teasing smile. 'It's all I have...'
'And all that I can take,' she said again, nervily, on looking into his eyes. His body was toned and muscled, his abs like none she had ever seen on a lover in a place such as this. She would be pegged by a man out of her league of swingers.
From a mat of hair, which spiralled up, over his belly, sprang his erection, its glistening tip prompting her to kneel down and to put her mouth to it and her fingers brazenly caressing its length and then squeezing on his sac. She traced path with her tongue over it, felt Josh's hands in her hair then slide over her shoulders before cupping her breasts. She shivered in response to his ways.
'Do you want this from me?' Trish asked. She had felt his coaxing touches as she knelt before him; shivered at the prospect of what would follow and after the briefest of introductions. His touch was hot on her bare skin; his caresses to her shoulders and fingers in her hair guiding her as she licked his shaft, circled the tip with her tongue before she again looked up at him and in response to his gentle tug on her hair. 'Not now?'
He shook his head. Trish felt his touch on her shoulders, then the slide of questing, gently squeezing fingers over her arms and breasts as he leant forward and kissed her upturned face, then parted lips. She felt the rush and wetness between her legs and responded with fiery kisses.
'No, we try this...and then so much more.'
He drew her against him, then had her raise escort bursa one leg around his hip before he lifted her against him. Josh clamped her buttocks fiercely and to have her feel the press of his prick against her belly, Trish's instinctive response to claim it and to feel the slow slip against her moist lips as his fingers worked her opening. Josh soon had her rise and fall to meet these deepening touches, his fingering of her, his touches to her labia as one finger entered her body. His touches made her rise up and clamp his body with her legs
'Crazy...crazy!' she gasped and soon pushing down to meet his deepening and questing claims upon her. 'I...I can't go on!'
'Try!' His lips tugged on her nipples and his fingers worked to open her. 'What you bring and do make me want you!'
And then...
And then Josh lowered her onto him, and she felt the breath catch in her throat as he seemed to climb higher and higher within her body; to caress and stretch her until she clung to him; tore her mouth from his sought-after kisses that would silence he cries of wanton abandon. She gasped in time with his taking of her, Josh's prick moving like a piston in its sleeve as he claimed her in these beguiling tempestuous ways.
'You...you wonder...you young wonder!' She'd be wasted if this frenzied way of fucking went on for long.
Josh carried her to the bed and knelt on the edge. He kept his hold upon her as she was lowered onto the cool sheets, and he slowly began a sinuous tamp of her body. He felt her push up to claim and tug on him; to feel his hands grip her breasts and squeeze hard; felt his lips claim and tug on her nipples as if they would be torn from her body.
'Do it fast!' she gasped and pushing up on the bed, her feet scrabbling to make it happen. She pushed up only to be forcibly pushed back down by the crash of his hips against her. An unrelenting rhythm had been set and they now gave each other no reprieve.
'I want to fuck...really fuck with you!' he cried out as she tugged fiercely on his plunging length. They heard the slap of their skins against each other and the squelchy sound of flesh claiming flesh.
'Josh! Yes...so do I...so do I! she cried out, the tears springing to her eyes as she felt her approaching climax...then another...and another; her shudders met by his kisses and easing of the pace. She stopped. ''Oh God...a condom...use a condom!'
'Hell...now of all times!'
Josh remained so deep within her but was still; he reached for the box, so conveniently placed on the bedside cabinet and pulled one free. She felt empty as he withdrew from her; watched in fascination as he tore away the wrapping and felt his hands brush her thighs as, together, they drew it over his penis. Then, he was poised over her for only a moment before plunging in. Josh drew her to him as he slammed into her, and she pushed back; thrust her feet into the mattress and raised her hips to meet his pounding rhythm.
'Go on...go on...finish it!' She gasped, her head shaking from side to side and her eyes sightless as she came; felt the rush of his orgasm and flooding of her in jetting, tingling rushes that the condom could not deny to her. 'Again...do it for me, again!'
She felt Josh slump down upon her and she basked in their shared heat before she reached between their bodies to caress her wet, soft folds and the base of his prick where she clamped on it.
He kept her to him as they rolled over and Josh lay on his back. He reached out to brush away her hair. He saw the soft glow on her skin and obliged her, as she pressed her breasts to his lips.
'You've done it all for me...it felt so good,' he told her, his hands stroking her body, wonderingly.
'And the night's only just begun,' she kissed, quite unwilling to let this young guy go after one session, which had taken her breath away for its spontaneity. They were all but strangers outside their bed. 'Can you keep it up...I wonder?' she soon asked on nuzzling kisses to his lips, such familiarity not a part of these sessions, or only with a partner's consent. The rule book had been cast aside.
'What do you think?' he grinned, 'and there's only one way to find out, isn't there?'
Trish nodded. She felt that an uncommon bond had sprung up as if from nowhere with this lustful man.
'I'm here, whenever you're down this way. Don't think of anyone else but me. I'll break all the rules to share this with you'
Josh pulled her to him, loved the heat in her body and the fullness of her breasts a Trish pushed down on him and shared in deepening kisses of avowal for what had been said.
How was she, Josh too, to deny the truth in the word of 'never love a stranger'?
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