Once out of university I decided on a complete change of scene. I worked for a large IT company in London who had a voracious appetite for graduates. I still had my boyfriend back in University, but with a hundred miles between us my voracious appetite for sexual satisfaction needed to be sated by one of my co-workers – a fresh faced American guy, who seemed to share my interests in non-stop transatlantic fucking, fitted the bill.
He was very fit, 5ft 8in, 24 year old, tanned from living on the West Coast, who I was introduced to on my first day. He was totally gorgeous, and I made it fairly obvious that I thought so too. Within the first week we met by accident going to get a sandwich for lunch and he took me to a lovely little grassy square surrounded by trees which make London such an attractive city. We sat in the sunshine and ate our sandwiches – we swapped half each and chatted for half an hour. His dark suit and crisp white shirt and lovely silk tie really made him look so sexy, and I was feeling horny just being close to him. As we returned to the office, he asked if I would like a drink after work. I nearly shouted "YES" at him in response, but managed to control myself, took a deep breath and thought about it before agreeing. We met at 5, went to a very trendy wine bar, and finished a bottle of Chablis before we moved on to a tapas bar for some delicious food. By nine we were back at his flat in bed and lovers.
After a few months of non stop shagging, we decided to take a foreign holiday – a cheap week to the Canaries – an island called Feurterventura. I had to admit I had never heard of it, but the travel agent was so enthusiastic we had to go. It was a great place – miles and miles of beach, with hardly a sole around. We'd a hire car in the package so we used to drive away from the beaches near the resort where the screaming kids could turn a holiday into a nightmare.
I remember going topless to start with, but seeing the occasional nudist. One day we pulled off the road and found a virtually deserted beach, with undulating sand-dunes. We walked for about twenty minutes down the secluded stretch of beach and lay out our things. After half an hour we were still alone and I decided to go the whole way, and stood up, removed my bikini top and then to tease Tom, very seductively took off my bottoms in front of him as he was trying to read his book. At his request I had started to shave my pubic hair and he was presented with the alluring sight of my bare pussy inches from his face.
The reaction from inside his trunks was obvious - I told him to strip like me, but he was reluctant. I lay down beside him and I whispered in his ear that I was feeling extremely horny and if he took off his clothes I would give him a glorious blow job, using some of the cold beer from our cool box. He soon stripped and we began caressing and fondling on the open beach. As promised, I opened a can of cold beer, took a large mouthful, cooling my tongue and lips, and took his erect cock inside my mouth. I loved his cock. Like the rest of his body it was long, lean and very brown. I knew the pleasure I was causing from his loud moans, I loved the feel of his hot, throbbing cock inside my mouth.
I was practiced at the joyous art of deep throating and would have used it on my CV if I could. I fondled his lovely hairy balls as I worked his cock deep into my cold mouth. When I got hot, I took another swig of beer, and I knew he just loved having his cock fuck my cold mouth.
He lay back on his towel, with me between his legs, his knees in the air. I knew how he liked to be finished, so I rubbed him between his ass and his balls, then around his ass hole. As I started to slowly pop in a finger into his tight ass hole his balls erupted and my mouth was filled by the most intense orgasmic spurts. I swallowed as fast as I could, but also trying to savour the taste of his precious semen.
