Meeting Ella's Parents Part 2
It had been a tough week at work and Friday could not have arrived any sooner.
I had booked a restaurant near Ella's flat and had arranged to pick her up at 7pm. We had only spoken on the phone since the events of the previous weekend, so I was champing at the bit to hold her in my arms and look into her beautiful, sparkling blue eyes.
As anxious as I was to see her, I was unprepared for the sight that befell me when she opened her flat door. What a vision of beauty! Ella was wearing a soft pink dress, with a moderately plunging neckline that exposed a titillating hint of her braless bosom. The dress was short, but not extreme, ending just above her knees. The dress clung tightly to her hourglass figure. She was wearing high heels that accentuated her height. She certainly wasn't short, at about 5 foot 9, but with her heels she matched my 6-foot stature.
"Oh Blake, I've missed you," Ella enthused, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and planting a lingering kiss on my lips. I held her tightly by the hips and the mere touch of her body sent a shiver through my spine.
Gently, I let her go.
"I've missed you too Ella, I haven't stopped thinking about you all week," I replied.
Our eyes met and we stood silently for just a few seconds.
"I'll get my bag, I'm starving," she chuckled.
It was a lovely warm evening, so we strolled the short distance to the restaurant. It was a charming Italian one, having an alfresco dining area, with tables adorned with crisp white cloths, set under a trellis covered in creeping wisteria, its exquisite scent enveloping us. Our attentive waiter, who introduced himself as Guido, brought us a cocktail to start the evening. I was in no doubt that he considered he had landed the prize table as he flirted with Ella, in that typical Italian fashion, yet was able to inflate my manhood, being the partner of such a "belladonna".
The food was fantastic, the wine superb, the ambience outstanding and the evening passed in a blur as we chatted easily, catching up on our week just gone. Eventually it was time to say ciao to Guido who escorted us to the door, no doubt gratefully for his well-deserved tip.
Soon, we were back inside Ella's flat and with the door closed behind us, our passion exploded as we threw our arms around each other, and our lips locked in a passionate embrace. I ran my hands up and down her slender body, her perfume was intoxicating, her breath sweet. Her firm breasts pressed hard against my chest and with my hands on her bottom, I pulled her firmly into my groin. She would have felt my engorged cock straining against my pants, eager to be released.
Locked in our embrace we stumbled to Ella's bedroom. I grabbed the bottom of her dress and whipped it over her head. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra, but to my not complete surprise, she had dispensed with the need to wear undies too. Ella undid my belt and unzipped my pants, freeing my stiff cock. Immediately it was in her warm, wet mouth as she sucked determinedly, cupping my balls and squeezing them gently. I held the back of her head, encouraging her to keep up her delicious tongue lashing.
Gently, I lifted her onto her bed, laying her on her back. As she continued to suck my cock, I parted her legs exposing her gorgeous bald pussy. My tongue found its way to that glorious love hole, and I licked up and down on her swollen labia, pausing at her clit and taking it into my mouth. As I sucked, I could sense it swell. Locked hard on her love bud, I rubbed her pussy, with one, then a second finger inserted into her wet, steamy pussy. Back and forth my fingers worked and with every movement Ella became wetter and wetter. The sensuousness of that feeling was intense, as I knew that she was close to a spurting orgasm, and I was desperate to have her love juices explode over my face.
Ella rolled me onto my back and sat up on my face, my fingers still firmly inside her pussy. Her hands were on my chest, supporting herself as she finally reached her shuddering orgasm. She moaned loudly, her chest heaving as her orgasm enveloped her, her cum gushing over my face. I was determined to savour every last drop, but I was overwhelmed with the sheer volume spurting forth.
Ella rolled off me, laying on her back, her body pulsating, her chest heaving. I looked on in awe that she could experience such unbridled passion. I let her savour the moment, but I knew that she wanted my hard cock up her as much as I did. My prick slid effortlessly into her magnificent moist, warm love tunnel. Once inside, she gripped my cock with her vaginal muscles and I have never experienced such an intense feeling as I stroked back and forth, my cock held in her firm clasp.
I slowed the pace of my thrusting in an attempt to prolong the pleasure for the both of us. I looked down to see my cock thrusting in and out of Ella's pussy. I pulled out momentarily and rubbed the tip of my cock against Ella's clit. She moaned soflty. I ran the length of my manhood up and down, but I sensed that I was close to cumming, and I wanted to flood my load into Ella's cunt. I manoeuvred back inside her and pumped hard as my own orgasm grew. My body tingled as I exploded, and my own torrent of love juices filled her shuddering pussy. I collapsed onto her chest, and we lay together, breathless, our bodies entwined and sweating. I did not want to let Ella go. I knew that I had fallen hopelessly in love with her.
The next thing I knew, the sun was streaming through the bedroom window. I could hear voices coming from the kitchen. Immediately, I realised it was Ella and her flatmate Fiona talking. Fiona had been out when I arrived last evening, and I certainly didn't hear her arrive home. I needed to go to the toilet, so I searched for my pants on the ground and put them on.
I was unprepared for what I saw as I entered the kitchen. There was Ella and Fiona, sitting at the table, drinking coffee, both totally naked. Ella, I knew to be a confirmed nudist, but I had no idea that Fiona shared the same interest.
"Hello Fiona," I managed to splutter out. "Nice to see you again." I had not seen Fiona since that first night that we all met at the pub. I instantly regretted my wording, as "seeing her again" could imply that I was perversely happy to see her naked, which as it happened, of course I was.
"Hello Blake, good to see you too. How was last night?" Fiona replied.
I presumed she meant dinner, so I told her what a fabulous meal we had then excused myself as I was desperate to use the toilet.
Once in the safety of the bathroom, I composed myself. I reminded myself that I had to be mature and not make a big deal of seeing Fiona naked. This was going to take some control, because there was no denying that Fiona was very attractive with a stunning body. But I only had thoughts for Ella, so after relieving myself I strolled nonchalantly back to the kitchen.
