A cold north easterly...
A north easterly I thought to myself, always bloody cold at this time of year. I leaned on the railing and looked up and down the coast, I was on the promenade walkway which separated the sea from the headland. To the right of me lay the pier, almost in darkness and its length betrayed by a string of security lights that lit up its extremities.
Then gazing out to sea, the line of little red lights made it look like a city was active a mile or two off shore. For visitors to the town wouldn't realise that this was a offshore wind farm that now occupies the night skyline.
I drew the fur coat I was wearing a little tighter in to myself to try and prevent the chill wind from getting the better of me. I guess the clothes underneath didn't really help either. Knee length boots with elevated heel is what I stood in, I had at least managed to put on a higher denier tights which shielded my thighs away from the winter air.
Couldn't do that much about the skirt length either, if it was my choice it would have been jeans tucked well into the boots. However this is how Jon liked to see me and I wasn't goner disappoint him at this late stage of our relationship.
Jon was married, as I was as well. Although he had a loving and caring relationship with his wife the sexual side of it had come to an abrupt halt many years ago. When I first started to engage with him through a chat site he didn't seem any different from any other married guy who had fallen on barren times. However as the weeks past, we seem to be looking out a lot more for each other on the chat room. And was disappointed when either of us didn't show.
It also became evident that Jon had a passion for transsexuals and crossdressers as well, I thought perhaps he was gay but when I challenged him about this, he would only admit to being interested in experimenting with alternative styles of pleasure. (his words and not mine).
All these thoughts were running through my mind as I stared out to sea and waited for him to arrive.
“Bloody hell” I mutted to myself as the cold was starting to penetrate my very being.
Hello hunny!.. a loud sound almost made me leap in to the air, Oh, sorry he said as he clocked the look on my face. I was just about to ball him out for having me almost freeze my nuts off. But before I could open my mouth, he pre emptied my actions and placed his lips across mine causing me to stifle any protests that I was about to utter. The surprise completely silenced me for a moment as I took in the taste of his lips and appreciated the firmness of his touch. His hot breath was a comfort from the cold that had begun to numb my lips.
My only concern at this point was that Jon had smudged my perfectly applied lipstick and I would need to re-do it again when we got back to his car. The thought of a warm interior was very welcoming at that point in time. As he withdrew his lips away I motioned to him toward the steps were I had imagined his car would be..
“not this time babe” he said in rather commanding fashion. Jon was wearing a three quarter coat which was a little unusual, as I hadn't seen it before in any of our previous meetings in his car. He undid the front of the coat and proceeded to wrap it around me so we were both inside of the garment. “what the hell are you doing” was my obvious retort. He once again used his mouth to command my silence as he re-engaged, only this time using his tongue to full effect. I felt it swirl around inside and exploring every contour and shape of my mouth.
He played with my own tongue and I thought this was a prelude of affection before whisking me on to the back seat of his car. I then felt his hands slip around my Waist and enjoyed when his fingers began to investigate inside the material of my little skirt. Again drawing me a little closer and in to the warmth and snugness of his coat.
His tongue continued to play havoc with my mouth, and I realised that my craving for the warmth of his car, was now being replaced by a desire to allow my lover to take command of what ever was currently in his mind.
I could feel the back of his hand now running up and down the front of the fur coat that I had on, skilfully and in a very short time he undid all the three buttons that held the coat closed. The tightness was now replaced by a loose feel as the incumbent of the outer garment gave way to a more intimate arrangement.
Again his hand enjoyed the softness that he felt under there, and finger drew an imaginary line up and down my middle, finally ending up inside my tummy button. As his mouth withdrew from mine he leaned a little to the left and in a soft voice in my ear said “good girl”, you really are a “good girl”.. something in the way he said it made me understand that I really was something very special to him.
From this point onwards I knew his pleasure was my only concern, I was a substitute for something that his wife should be taking up and satisfying his need. But his pleasure had now became my duty and I dutifully accepted the role without hesitation.
I found my own fingers now began there own exploration of Jon and rested upon his fly on the front of his trousers. The way the material was stretched gave me a good indication that Jon was very aroused my our actions this evening. I guided my finger between the fly outer cover and the mechanical zip itself.
Feeling the contours of Jon and making the whole area move as his bound erection made its presence all the more aware to me that it was now very active. For women as well as for me this effect makes you feel very powerful and in control of a situation. And with this in mind continued to tease the front of his pants.
After a minute or so, my fingers gripped the tab on the zip and made an attempt to slide the mechanism downwards to reveal what was making Jon so excited about. He pulled my waist in towards himself whilst involuntary beginning to thrust his pelvis towards my groin area.
Whoa!! bit of impatience I thought to myself and continued to slow down his affection for me. But Jon was too far along the line to take any nonsense that I was trying to conjure up for him.
He brushed my hand away and proceeded to undo himself.. “no like this babe” he injected.
Guess he thought I was over teasing the situation.
He proceeded to undo his own fly and just left me as a spectator to the unfurling of his manhood, with a little tug to clear the buttons of his boxer shorts, his hand now revealed what Jon was dying to show me. There it was in all its power and glory. Something that was somehow between us and was now very much in the driving seat.
I can now remember the aroma, not a smell you understand. But an aroma of hot male, musky but not dirty. Almost a aphrodisiac that played out on the senses. And its an odour that means sex to me and also to Jon as well. Silence for a few seconds was broken by the sound of Jon’s voice..”Well don’t you want it them hunny” of cause I did, and if I am honest I wanted it badly as well. An out stretched hand then gently guided mine downward to wards him.
I recall feeling the little silver bracelet that I was wearing almost fall off as he pushed me towards his exposed self. The first touch sent shivers down my spine as I came to rest on his warm pulsing cock, that was at least for the next few moments a delight to behold. Curling my fingers around him and experiencing the feeling of his blood gorging and inflating this very boldness that was growing beneath my fingers.
“that’s it babe”, his words almost incoherent in my ear. “go on, go on, your know you love it just as much as I do” there was certainly not a lie in that remark. I slide my fingers along the extent and then allowed his shaft to relax back in the palm of my hand. Just to feel the warmth and twitching as the life blood run along its entire length.
I applied a little pressure to the girth and allowed a sharp nail to snag it, pulling up a little skin. Jon winced a little with the surprise and expelled a lung full of breath across my ear. I remember that we all like a little pain especially when we are having our genitals probed in such a delightful way. When reaching the end of his amazing cock I began to nip his glans tightly between my fore finger and thumb.
I couldn't see the effect I was having on his phallus as it was well beneath our winter coats, but was however very much aware of the copious amount of clear silvery lubricant that was weeping out and coating my finger tips. I allowed the action to spread pre-cum all over the glans making it very slippery to the touch. Then gliding my thumb over it to enhance the effect. I don’t think that Jon could really stand any more of this and started to thrust his cock back and forth across the palm of my hand.
The winter cold was also beginning again to take a predominant position in my mind, and I then decided not to try and delay what Jon was seeing me for. He needed to climax quickly and I for one needed to get out of this bloody low temperature. I then formed both hands in to a makeshift receptacle for Jon to exhaust himself into. I guess he must have got the idea as he took up a position that would give him all the access that he needed.
I whispered in his ear, “cum'on Jon” I started. “its very cold out here” lets just do it hunny. Jon was now high as a kite on sexual adrenalin. And needed no further encouragement. He started to thrust back and forth filling my hands with ever motion. I ensured that the tip of his penis always contacted with the material of my skirt, this had the effect of increasing his desire to fully ejaculate over my clothing.
Again he spoke things into my ear “i gonna cum all over that beautiful skirt” the first time he saw it Jon always threatened to do that. “hunny” I said, if that’s what you want to do, then go right ahead.
But you'll bloody well clean it, the thought ran through my head. I really don't think he wood have cared anyway.
Again he leaned forward towards me and I caught the raggedness of his breath, as desire overtook his whole manliness. I wondered if his wife had ever had him in such a sexual charged state.
I felt his engorged penis swell and pulsate beneath my fingers, I didn't want to clasp on to tight for fear of damaging his cock, although I imagined there were damage marks from this rather rough encounter we were both experiencing.
I altered the pressure to help him slide two and fro a little easier between my fingers, he was leaking enough pre-cum to ensure that his sexual tension was building nicely to a big climax beneath our coats. His hands had already moved around to my waist and slid down to my backside. Both hands now took a firm hand on my arse and instinctively squeezed and drew me into his groin.
Experience of the final moments with a man taught me that when you are drawn in like Jon was doing to me, then Climax is an inevitability and possibly only seconds away. With no space now between us and looking straight into each others eyes, I knew that Jon was there.
He withdrew an inch or two and seem to momentarily stop his physical action, “Oh, babe..babe” the sound emanated from his mouth. And then again he once again connected with my own mouth, he pressed in hard and I experienced the sensation of his searching tongue probing back and forth as he invaded me.
“AGGRR...” escaped from his lips that had become now disconnected from my own, an explosion from his nether regions that I don’t think I have ever experienced with Jon like that before. OMG I hardly realised how turned on he was, and I was now sharing his joy with him as I felt waves of muscular activeness pulse beneath my fingers as his erection began spending out all across my little shaped skirt.
Although Jon had spunked across this skirt before, somehow this time it was with a renewed passion for me and the skirt. Jon began to buck and press his loins inward to meet my own waist line, and my fingers told me that his orgasm was going to be very fruitful which for me meant a extensive cleanup was needed to restore the fur coat back to its usual pristine look.
I didn't care except for the thought that Jon was having the time of his life and me being there was enhancing that experience. Again I kissed him on the lips although his return was not as concentrated as it had been, as he was now at the peak of his Sexual climax.
The open coat produced a funnel effect, which brought up an aroma to my nostrils, of hot spunk! a wonderful smell of sex, and again a powerful aphrodisiac which produces a heady desire to be taken and used. But at this time it was all for Jon and for me just playing my part was reward enough. But in the powerful promenade street lighting I gazed down in to the space between us.
I could clearly see the end of his cock, emitting its final spasms of the desire that it had for me. Fresh ejaculate seemed to cling to every part of my lower being. From my tummy and onwards towards my knee's, my little dress was soaked as his liquid sprayed over most of the front of it. A long string hung precariously from the hem line.
This I imagined was the first blast that Jon had delivered to me as his orgasm first ripped through his body, Followed subsequently by further shots as his pleasure continued to wreak havoc within his very being.
A loud wheeze again in my ear and with a second glance downward it was evident that Jon had reached the end of the line. His erection swayed to and fro with a rhythmic movement and the last of Jon's droplets of cum were being produced at the gaping tip of his spent weapon.
“Darling” he groaned as his words were almost incomprehensible, as this mammoth sexual encounter he had just experienced had robbed him. not just a months supply of precious semen. but also a good quantity of saliva which made the next few moments of speech tricky to get out.
“Shhh.. I pursed my lips and whispered to him. “Jon! Lets just get out of this bloody cold” thankfully he agreed and we disentangled ourselves from the coats and started thankfully back towards the warmth of his car. But the cold wind still played its part as the exhausted bodily fluid that Jon had so joyfully delivered on to me was now beginning to rapidly cool and add to my discomfort.
And as we made our way back up the steps and on towards the road I was quite sure that a few little deposits were being left on the ground as I walked. The central locking click sounded so sweet in my ears as I bundled myself in to the passenger seat of his car......
CJ ,,xx
Then gazing out to sea, the line of little red lights made it look like a city was active a mile or two off shore. For visitors to the town wouldn't realise that this was a offshore wind farm that now occupies the night skyline.
I drew the fur coat I was wearing a little tighter in to myself to try and prevent the chill wind from getting the better of me. I guess the clothes underneath didn't really help either. Knee length boots with elevated heel is what I stood in, I had at least managed to put on a higher denier tights which shielded my thighs away from the winter air.
Couldn't do that much about the skirt length either, if it was my choice it would have been jeans tucked well into the boots. However this is how Jon liked to see me and I wasn't goner disappoint him at this late stage of our relationship.
Jon was married, as I was as well. Although he had a loving and caring relationship with his wife the sexual side of it had come to an abrupt halt many years ago. When I first started to engage with him through a chat site he didn't seem any different from any other married guy who had fallen on barren times. However as the weeks past, we seem to be looking out a lot more for each other on the chat room. And was disappointed when either of us didn't show.
It also became evident that Jon had a passion for transsexuals and crossdressers as well, I thought perhaps he was gay but when I challenged him about this, he would only admit to being interested in experimenting with alternative styles of pleasure. (his words and not mine).
All these thoughts were running through my mind as I stared out to sea and waited for him to arrive.
“Bloody hell” I mutted to myself as the cold was starting to penetrate my very being.
Hello hunny!.. a loud sound almost made me leap in to the air, Oh, sorry he said as he clocked the look on my face. I was just about to ball him out for having me almost freeze my nuts off. But before I could open my mouth, he pre emptied my actions and placed his lips across mine causing me to stifle any protests that I was about to utter. The surprise completely silenced me for a moment as I took in the taste of his lips and appreciated the firmness of his touch. His hot breath was a comfort from the cold that had begun to numb my lips.
My only concern at this point was that Jon had smudged my perfectly applied lipstick and I would need to re-do it again when we got back to his car. The thought of a warm interior was very welcoming at that point in time. As he withdrew his lips away I motioned to him toward the steps were I had imagined his car would be..
“not this time babe” he said in rather commanding fashion. Jon was wearing a three quarter coat which was a little unusual, as I hadn't seen it before in any of our previous meetings in his car. He undid the front of the coat and proceeded to wrap it around me so we were both inside of the garment. “what the hell are you doing” was my obvious retort. He once again used his mouth to command my silence as he re-engaged, only this time using his tongue to full effect. I felt it swirl around inside and exploring every contour and shape of my mouth.
He played with my own tongue and I thought this was a prelude of affection before whisking me on to the back seat of his car. I then felt his hands slip around my Waist and enjoyed when his fingers began to investigate inside the material of my little skirt. Again drawing me a little closer and in to the warmth and snugness of his coat.
His tongue continued to play havoc with my mouth, and I realised that my craving for the warmth of his car, was now being replaced by a desire to allow my lover to take command of what ever was currently in his mind.
I could feel the back of his hand now running up and down the front of the fur coat that I had on, skilfully and in a very short time he undid all the three buttons that held the coat closed. The tightness was now replaced by a loose feel as the incumbent of the outer garment gave way to a more intimate arrangement.
Again his hand enjoyed the softness that he felt under there, and finger drew an imaginary line up and down my middle, finally ending up inside my tummy button. As his mouth withdrew from mine he leaned a little to the left and in a soft voice in my ear said “good girl”, you really are a “good girl”.. something in the way he said it made me understand that I really was something very special to him.
From this point onwards I knew his pleasure was my only concern, I was a substitute for something that his wife should be taking up and satisfying his need. But his pleasure had now became my duty and I dutifully accepted the role without hesitation.
I found my own fingers now began there own exploration of Jon and rested upon his fly on the front of his trousers. The way the material was stretched gave me a good indication that Jon was very aroused my our actions this evening. I guided my finger between the fly outer cover and the mechanical zip itself.
Feeling the contours of Jon and making the whole area move as his bound erection made its presence all the more aware to me that it was now very active. For women as well as for me this effect makes you feel very powerful and in control of a situation. And with this in mind continued to tease the front of his pants.
After a minute or so, my fingers gripped the tab on the zip and made an attempt to slide the mechanism downwards to reveal what was making Jon so excited about. He pulled my waist in towards himself whilst involuntary beginning to thrust his pelvis towards my groin area.
Whoa!! bit of impatience I thought to myself and continued to slow down his affection for me. But Jon was too far along the line to take any nonsense that I was trying to conjure up for him.
He brushed my hand away and proceeded to undo himself.. “no like this babe” he injected.
Guess he thought I was over teasing the situation.
He proceeded to undo his own fly and just left me as a spectator to the unfurling of his manhood, with a little tug to clear the buttons of his boxer shorts, his hand now revealed what Jon was dying to show me. There it was in all its power and glory. Something that was somehow between us and was now very much in the driving seat.
I can now remember the aroma, not a smell you understand. But an aroma of hot male, musky but not dirty. Almost a aphrodisiac that played out on the senses. And its an odour that means sex to me and also to Jon as well. Silence for a few seconds was broken by the sound of Jon’s voice..”Well don’t you want it them hunny” of cause I did, and if I am honest I wanted it badly as well. An out stretched hand then gently guided mine downward to wards him.
I recall feeling the little silver bracelet that I was wearing almost fall off as he pushed me towards his exposed self. The first touch sent shivers down my spine as I came to rest on his warm pulsing cock, that was at least for the next few moments a delight to behold. Curling my fingers around him and experiencing the feeling of his blood gorging and inflating this very boldness that was growing beneath my fingers.
“that’s it babe”, his words almost incoherent in my ear. “go on, go on, your know you love it just as much as I do” there was certainly not a lie in that remark. I slide my fingers along the extent and then allowed his shaft to relax back in the palm of my hand. Just to feel the warmth and twitching as the life blood run along its entire length.
I applied a little pressure to the girth and allowed a sharp nail to snag it, pulling up a little skin. Jon winced a little with the surprise and expelled a lung full of breath across my ear. I remember that we all like a little pain especially when we are having our genitals probed in such a delightful way. When reaching the end of his amazing cock I began to nip his glans tightly between my fore finger and thumb.
I couldn't see the effect I was having on his phallus as it was well beneath our winter coats, but was however very much aware of the copious amount of clear silvery lubricant that was weeping out and coating my finger tips. I allowed the action to spread pre-cum all over the glans making it very slippery to the touch. Then gliding my thumb over it to enhance the effect. I don’t think that Jon could really stand any more of this and started to thrust his cock back and forth across the palm of my hand.
The winter cold was also beginning again to take a predominant position in my mind, and I then decided not to try and delay what Jon was seeing me for. He needed to climax quickly and I for one needed to get out of this bloody low temperature. I then formed both hands in to a makeshift receptacle for Jon to exhaust himself into. I guess he must have got the idea as he took up a position that would give him all the access that he needed.
I whispered in his ear, “cum'on Jon” I started. “its very cold out here” lets just do it hunny. Jon was now high as a kite on sexual adrenalin. And needed no further encouragement. He started to thrust back and forth filling my hands with ever motion. I ensured that the tip of his penis always contacted with the material of my skirt, this had the effect of increasing his desire to fully ejaculate over my clothing.
Again he spoke things into my ear “i gonna cum all over that beautiful skirt” the first time he saw it Jon always threatened to do that. “hunny” I said, if that’s what you want to do, then go right ahead.
But you'll bloody well clean it, the thought ran through my head. I really don't think he wood have cared anyway.
Again he leaned forward towards me and I caught the raggedness of his breath, as desire overtook his whole manliness. I wondered if his wife had ever had him in such a sexual charged state.
I felt his engorged penis swell and pulsate beneath my fingers, I didn't want to clasp on to tight for fear of damaging his cock, although I imagined there were damage marks from this rather rough encounter we were both experiencing.
I altered the pressure to help him slide two and fro a little easier between my fingers, he was leaking enough pre-cum to ensure that his sexual tension was building nicely to a big climax beneath our coats. His hands had already moved around to my waist and slid down to my backside. Both hands now took a firm hand on my arse and instinctively squeezed and drew me into his groin.
Experience of the final moments with a man taught me that when you are drawn in like Jon was doing to me, then Climax is an inevitability and possibly only seconds away. With no space now between us and looking straight into each others eyes, I knew that Jon was there.
He withdrew an inch or two and seem to momentarily stop his physical action, “Oh, babe..babe” the sound emanated from his mouth. And then again he once again connected with my own mouth, he pressed in hard and I experienced the sensation of his searching tongue probing back and forth as he invaded me.
“AGGRR...” escaped from his lips that had become now disconnected from my own, an explosion from his nether regions that I don’t think I have ever experienced with Jon like that before. OMG I hardly realised how turned on he was, and I was now sharing his joy with him as I felt waves of muscular activeness pulse beneath my fingers as his erection began spending out all across my little shaped skirt.
Although Jon had spunked across this skirt before, somehow this time it was with a renewed passion for me and the skirt. Jon began to buck and press his loins inward to meet my own waist line, and my fingers told me that his orgasm was going to be very fruitful which for me meant a extensive cleanup was needed to restore the fur coat back to its usual pristine look.
I didn't care except for the thought that Jon was having the time of his life and me being there was enhancing that experience. Again I kissed him on the lips although his return was not as concentrated as it had been, as he was now at the peak of his Sexual climax.
The open coat produced a funnel effect, which brought up an aroma to my nostrils, of hot spunk! a wonderful smell of sex, and again a powerful aphrodisiac which produces a heady desire to be taken and used. But at this time it was all for Jon and for me just playing my part was reward enough. But in the powerful promenade street lighting I gazed down in to the space between us.
I could clearly see the end of his cock, emitting its final spasms of the desire that it had for me. Fresh ejaculate seemed to cling to every part of my lower being. From my tummy and onwards towards my knee's, my little dress was soaked as his liquid sprayed over most of the front of it. A long string hung precariously from the hem line.
This I imagined was the first blast that Jon had delivered to me as his orgasm first ripped through his body, Followed subsequently by further shots as his pleasure continued to wreak havoc within his very being.
A loud wheeze again in my ear and with a second glance downward it was evident that Jon had reached the end of the line. His erection swayed to and fro with a rhythmic movement and the last of Jon's droplets of cum were being produced at the gaping tip of his spent weapon.
“Darling” he groaned as his words were almost incomprehensible, as this mammoth sexual encounter he had just experienced had robbed him. not just a months supply of precious semen. but also a good quantity of saliva which made the next few moments of speech tricky to get out.
“Shhh.. I pursed my lips and whispered to him. “Jon! Lets just get out of this bloody cold” thankfully he agreed and we disentangled ourselves from the coats and started thankfully back towards the warmth of his car. But the cold wind still played its part as the exhausted bodily fluid that Jon had so joyfully delivered on to me was now beginning to rapidly cool and add to my discomfort.
And as we made our way back up the steps and on towards the road I was quite sure that a few little deposits were being left on the ground as I walked. The central locking click sounded so sweet in my ears as I bundled myself in to the passenger seat of his car......
CJ ,,xx
2 years ago
