Chapter 27: Home Again
Gary came and picked Katie and me up from the airport and, after dropping Katie off at Dan's (so that he could welcome her home in a suitable fashion), since it was still mid-afternoon, we didn't go straight back to the flat as planned. Instead, since the weather was so good, we headed off for a drive down the coast in East Lothian.
Having parked at the car park at Aberlady bird sanctuary, we went, armed only with his car blanket, to find somewhere isolated.
It took us about quarter of an hour to tramp our way to the beach and then about another ten minutes to find somewhere where we were reasonably confident we wouldn't be disturbed. The chances of that were unlikely given that the beach was pretty much deserted but we decided it was better to be safe than sorry.
After Corfu, it was strange to be on a beach that was almost completely devoid of people. The sun was still high in the sky (although it was nowhere near as warm as Corfu had been), the sand stretched for miles and, from where we were sitting, we could see right out along the Forth towards the bridges. The word, idyllic, certainly sprung to mind.
If you've ever visited that stretch of coast, you'll know what I'm talking about; if you haven't, you really should some day; but enough of the tourist description.
We stretched out on the blanket and began to kiss. Gary's hands were all over me and he kept telling me how much he'd missed not 'seeing' me during the week that I'd been away.
As we kissed, I was content to let him lift my t-shirt up so that he could kiss and caress my tits (I'd sort of forgotten to put a bra on when I got dressed that morning). Gary was quite impressed by my lack of white bits.
As his mouth reacquainted itself with my tits, he slid a hand up under my skirt and discovered that I'd also forgotten my knickers (I can be quite careless that way sometimes) and that he already had me very wet. To be completely honest, it wasn't his recent attention that had got me that way; to steal a line from the film, Gerry Maguire, he'd had me at "hello".
Without any prompting from me, he moved between my legs, dropped his face to my pussy and, being even more impressed by my further lack of white bits, began to lick.
After having only had Katie's tongue on my pussy for the past week, it felt good to have Gary's tongue working its way between my moist folds again. That isn't to say that Gary is better than Katie, simply that I haven't had time to get used to his tongue in the way I have with hers.
I began to moan softly as Gary lapped at my pussy. "Oh, Gary, that's so good!" I breathed as he slid a couple of fingers into me and began to work them in and out as his tongue flicked over my clit.
It only took a few minutes for me to feel the first stirrings of my orgasm. "Play with my tits, Gary," I begged as he ate my pussy. He quickly did as I asked, coating my nipples with my juices.
