This is the final chapter of my Online Playmate story, for this liaison anyway, which covers the second half of Mark's visit to Australia. The places mentioned in The Cross are factual establishments, but the names have been altered. Any Sydneysiders reading this will recognise them immediately.
The names of my home town and friends mentioned have been changed to protect the innocent...
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We arrived at my little town of Westerfield just before lunch. Mark was taking in the surroundings as I drove down the main road before turning into my street.
"This
is
a small rural place, isn't it?" he commented. And indeed it was. Westerfield comprised of a school, pub, service station, newsagent/post office and a take away food shop. That was it.
"I told you."
"Does anyone know I'm coming?"
"They do now," I said, waving to a few of the locals sitting outside the pub as we passed. Friday was always a 'knock off early day' for many of the tradesmen. A short distance further, I was pulling into the driveway.
"Can we go there whilst we're home?"
"Of course." I opened the boot for him and he removed his carry-on bag, having just brought a few changes of clothes and his toiletries. We were only going to be here a day or so.
I led him into my room where he deposited his bag and I then gave him a tour of the house. "So this is the spa bath you were telling me about..." he smiled, and drew me into his arms, sharing the first of many long kisses at our temporary love grotto. "Are we getting in?" he exhaled into my ear.
"Do you want some lunch first?" He did.
As I worked around the kitchen, Mark got the fire going, adding some heat to the room that had been vacated for the past 3 days. The heat that was to transpire later would be no comparison to the glass covered flames now crackling and licking at the small window. The thought made me smile. Mark came up behind me as I was stirring the soup on the stove.
"Funny Babe?" he asked, nuzzling his lips around my ear, his breath hot on my nape.
"Hilarious."
"Going to tell me what it is?"
"Wasn't planning to," I said and turned, smiling up at him as I leant in for a cuddle. We stood there for several minutes until I remembered the soup on the hotplate. I drew back and kissed him on the nose before turning back to stir it. "Want to put that on the table for me?" I asked and handed him a plate of cut up bread sticks and the butter. Ladling two steaming bowl fulls, I joined him at the table. It was a simple meal, but it satisfied the first of our appetites.
Whilst getting through the few dishes, I heard the taps go on in the bathroom. Mark was filling the bath. "There's plenty of room in here for two Babe," he called to me.
"That's the plan honey."
"Had a few in here before?" he asked, now behind me.
"I like to spread out," I answered.
"I know it," he sighed and turned me to him, kissing me tenderly as he started to work off my clothes. The dishes could wait.
He stepped into the spa, resting his back against one of the built in back-rests, sighing and looking up at me. "We should have grabbed some champagne on the way home." I went to step back out of the tub; there were two bottles in the fridge already. "Where are you going?" he asked and grabbed my hand, stopping me.
"I have some; it's my preferred drink, in winter especially."
"In a minute..." he sat forward and pulled me toward him, lazing his tongue through my pussy lips as his hands took hold of my arse, holding me against him. I raised my leg and put it on the rim of the bath, affording him an uninterrupted range of the stadium. The crowd cheered, urging me on, but my knees were weak and I was afraid I would collapse through the sheer delight coursing through me. I drew his face back and smiled down at him.
"I'll be just a second, honey." He grinned back at me, kissing my clit once more before releasing me.
I put the ice bucket on the floor within reach and passed him both glasses, stepping back into the tub and wriggling myself in between his knees so my back was aligned to his chest. "Cheers gorgeous," he said and I squidged around to face him as our glasses clinked, cementing the toast with another lustful kiss.
I settled back in against him and reached over to hit the on-button, sending the jets into their motion. Heaven had truly found a place on Earth and I wafted dreamily in the effervescence and heat of the pulsing water. "Relaxed Babe?" he asked, the champagne set aside to allow his fingers to knead my shoulders.
"Uh huh," I murmured, closing my eyes, "but I can't reach you..."
"Plenty of time for that," he chuckled and moved his arms in under mine, cupping my tits lightly as his fingers tweaked and pulled gently on my nipples. One hand dropped lower to caress over my stomach before going in for the kill, softly working against my clit, occasionally dipping inside my wakened cunt.
It was with great embarrassment that I roused some time later, realising I'd fallen asleep. I was nearly side on to him, my head on his chest and only just above water. His arms were wrapped around me, keeping me afloat. I looked up at him and smiled coyly. "I expected my naked body to instil a lot of reactions in you Babe, but didn't realise one of them would be falling asleep."
"I'm sorry," I said, edging around to face him, crossing my legs to get closer. "What time is it?"
"We've been in here well over an hour I'd say." He was right, I checked my fingers and they were deeply pruned. "I'm glad you're awake though, I need to take a piss." I laughed and moved back from him, letting him out of the bath unhindered. I turned off the jets, pulled the plug and followed.
"Let me," I offered and took his cock in my hand to direct the flow. When he'd finished I shook him off a few times, then ran my hands slowly through his inner thighs, trickling across his groin, up and over his pelvis, loving the feel of him.
When dressed we headed down to the pub for a few drinks and a meal. Being a Friday night, many more of the locals had assembled and we sauntered in, hand in hand. I groaned when they greeted me by my nick-name.
