Winos

So I met up with Y on Thursday night. Instead of her coming over East or meeting in the middle, I offered for us to meet local to her. She chose a pub which as it turned out was in the same area as K's family home. Walking the streets from tube to pub, I couldn't help but be affected by the familiar surroundings and subsequent associations that they had.

My earphones are pretty much an omnipresent augmentation to my body whenever I walk or take a journey, my world turned purely visual, a custom soundtrack blocks out all ambient noise and conversation. So I switch tunes to something more upbeat and let myself get taken away by the music. Now swaggering down the street to the pub my pace quickens, weaving through crowded pavements, head bobbing, the faceless commuters and my negative thoughts are left behind.

I push through heavy double doors, shiny with varnish and brass fittings walking into a gastropub. It's well furnished and characterful. In the centre is a large circular old wooden bar. I find a break in the groups and couples sitting and leaning round the bar, next to a pretty girl by herself. I wonder if maybe she's here to meet a date too. I order a Guinness for me and a Shiraz for Y. The girl behind the bar comments on the magazine I have with me, about how her brother was in one of the regular sections. We talk as she sorts out the drinks, I make some sort of wisecrack and we both laugh. It's at this point that Y walks up, smiling and apologising it's so much further form the tube than she thought. We kiss on the cheek and exchange pleasantries. Collecting my change we go find a seat.

Y takes her jacket off to reveal she's wearing tights with soft brown leather knee high boots and a tight leopard print dress. I'll be honest, the dress wasn't the best of looks, but the way she was poured into it took away any sartorial criticism I may have had. I wasn't sure what was going to happen tonight, she's not been easy to read, but the dress went some way towards answering these questions - she had not dressed down. We caught up and everything was pleasant. We were only meeting here for a drink, Y had a wine and cheese tasting voucher she bought off of Groupon which was at a place around the corner. Wine and cheese: two of my favourite things, so I was totally up for this.

We got to the place, and sat ourselves down on a sofa at the back. We were looked after by one of the sommeliers, a scandinavian looking girl who told us we were to choose 12 wines from a list of about 30. I'd done this once before so I took the lead, picking out a couple of sparklings to start with then a 40/60% split between white and reds.

Drinking games exist to give a reason for you all to drink quickly and consistently for a period of time. Wine tasting is basically a cultured way to achieve the same end. We had some pretty good wines, and the glasses were a lot fuller than I'd normally expect - with four wines still to come we both felt pretty well on the way. I remember us laughing more this time, the wine no doubt helping this along. Soon we were kissing on the sofa, this time with tongues and more sensuality. The place was emptying out so we left, tipping the sommelier and thanking them all.

As we walked away arm in arm I still wasn't sure where the night was headed. We walked talking about another drink or maybe it was getting too late with places closing. Coming to a junction it was a right to the tube station or left to hers. I made some comment about how I'd better get a move on to get home,

"You're kidding??"

"Of course I am! Come on let's go"

She'd brought up the fact that the tube was to the right so I took that as a hint that our night was soon to come to an end. I wasn't joking at all...

We got back to her place, cracked open another bottle of red and she put on Friday Night Dinner which we'd mentioned earlier in the night. Pulling out the sofa bed we cuddled up, drinking, laughing and soon we were kissing too. Turns out Y was a big fan of leopard print: because yep, she had on matching bra and panties too - this did not go unremarked by myself. Naked, all of the running and gym talk by Y made sense. Her body was taut, her breasts a C cup and she had some of the best legs I've had the pleasure to have been between recently. Yay for exercising.

Prior to this, I did have concerns that Y could turn out to be another P in the making and so far nothing other than a few comments in texts led me to believe otherwise. But I needn't have worried.

Because Y fucking loved it.

She embraced foreplay with a real hunger and no small amount of skill. Even though we were both by now really very drunk (and with no bumps to sharpen the mind), we both gave a pretty good account of ourselves. Y liked to rake her hands and nails over my torso and thighs, I'm quite muscular and she'd said that she really gets turned on by this - she'd be kneeling on the floor between my legs as I was laid back. Her hands would be running up and down my arms, across my chest, lingering on my stomach before raking her nails over my thighs making me tense up. All the while she'd be flicking her tongue over my cock. She knew what she was doing.

I'd like to fuck Y when we're both a little more sober, drunken sex always ends up dirtier, but ironically less memorable too due to the booze. Things which stick for no particular reason are:

- She liked me to sit up when she sat on my cock. I had this with a girl I was seeing for a few months too. I'm not sure whether this is purely a clitoral stimulation thing (probably not otherwise surely more girls would ask me this too - maybe a female reader could offer their opinion?) or whether it's a visual thing.

- At one point I had her bent over in front of me on her knees, spreading her cheeks as I spat cold water over her ass and pussy before spanking her and unceremoniously returning my cock to it's willing place as my thumb sunk into her ass.

- She was very vocal about enjoying herself. Her neighbour actually rang the doorbell to ask us to keep the noise down.

- We woke up to banging headaches and dry mouths for both of us, and my morning glory sticking into her ass for her. As we spooned I started to slowly move my dick back and forth over her pussy lips, probably grazing her clit too. Either way it had her rummaging for the condoms in her drawer again and we got into some very athletic positions with her on top, me lifting and twisting her about with Y flexibly obliging. As she came that morning, she was not quiet. Aside from enjoying the feeling of her vaginal walls spasming around me, it amused me that I was so British that in the back of my mind I couldn't help but feel awkward that we'd be annoying her neighbours again. Not enough to not milk out as much noise as I could, but still.

I know I'm not being very visual or overly descriptive about this all, it's partially due to a drunken hazy memory - I don't wish to fill in the gaps with fantasy - but also a little down to the fact though it was good, for some reason it didn't blow my mind. I'm at a loss to reason with myself why, but it is what it is. I've not replayed this in my head when wanking since. Well, not yet anyway.

I have no dates lined up this week, and I'm not convinced my vague plans to meet up with Tassles this weekend will come to fruition. So I think I'm going to revisit an earlier encounter at some point.

Enjoy the sunshine x

Mirror, Signal, Maneuver.

As we set off on the road we were in high spirits. Hungover, sun-kissed, relaxed and still wet from the amazing pool we'd just spent the last 4 hours laughing and fucking about in with friends. We had about 4 hours on the road ahead of us, but with good music, company and the sun high in a cloudless sky it was a journey I was looking forward to.

We were sat talking, me driving in swimming shorts and t-shirt, Blondie in bikini bottoms and a strappy top. Her feet were on the dashboard with her knees raised up and I'm sure every now and then her hand would dip down between her legs although maybe that was wishful thinking on my part.

Now I can't remember exactly what happened, I think I must have jokingly suggested it earlier, but after about 20 minutes she kisses me on the cheek, hops into the back and starts ordering me like I'm her driver. How very amusing. As we talk I'm looking at her in the rearview mirror, it's actually turning me on looking at her green-blue eyes and full lips, just a postbox of her face - maybe it's because subconsciously it feels like I'm being a voyeur and that I can't see what else is going on behind me.

Every now and then she taps me with her foot in the back of my head, she's got both her feet up on top of the front seats. After a few taps I turn around to give her a mock telling off, and I see that she's rubbing herself through her bikini bottoms. She has mastered the 'slutty, sexy, coy cheeky smile' look and it never fails to turn me on when she flashes it my way. I turn back to pay attention to the road ahead of me and whenever I look in the mirror (a lot) she fixes me with this look. I glance round again and she's pulled her bikini to one side as her fingers play with her clit. I reach back with my right hand and start to rub up and down her thigh, edging closer to her pussy. When I touch her I find that she's sopping wet and my cock gets painfully hard. It's almost like being tied up, I can't divert too much attention to the happenings of the back seat because I'm driving, but it's all I'm thinking about.

As I start to awkwardly finger her (try it some time, unless you're this guy the angles are tough) she moves onto and starts to fuck my fingers. As I look in the mirror her eyes are closed as she bites her bottom lip.

We're on a relatively straight road and luckily there aren't too many cars around so it's not too hard to drive, but we hit a series of junctions and I have to fully concentrate on driving again. Blondie hops back into the front seat to change the music, then start to rub the inside of my thigh.

"You like me being a slut for you don't you?"

Her hand has now moved up and is massaging my balls.

"I've made your cock hard haven't I?"

She starts to trace the outline of my by now throbbing cock.

"I love it when you're hard for me Colin."

Colin isn't my name at all. Haha, imagine if it was though.

Her hand is now firmly rubbing me through my shorts, her fingers gently clawing around the head of my dick, teasing me so I can feel pre cum soaking the material from her ministrations. She pulls the waistband of my shorts open, scoops me out and licking her hand she begins to slowly give me a handjob, twisting her hand up and down my cock as she goes.

I almost lose my mind to this it's so good. Blondie has given me some of the best handjobs and head I've ever had - and it's rarer that it should be that a girl knows exactly what she's doing as well as enjoys it. But then it just makes it all the better once you do end up lucky enough to be in their hands. As I type, I'm sat here rock hard right now wishing she could be doing just what I'm writing about now. In fact I've just texted her the same.

Back in the car and we're now on a motorway which is handy because after 5 minutes of this I'm breathing so heavily I'm getting a little light headed and not fully concentrating. She's playing with herself with her right hand as she wanks me with her left, then swapping to her right hand slick with her wet pussy she starts stroking my cock harder. It's so hot feeling her pussy juice on my cock as she does this and she fucking knows it. Her head now descends into my lap and her mouth engulfs the tip of my dick as her hand twists rhythmically up and down the shaft, I can feel her tongue swirl round me before she starts to fuck me with her mouth taking more and more of me in until I'm hitting the back of her throat. My hand now grabs her hair and I start to fuck her mouth,

"You fucking love that don't you you slut? You're such a fucking whore sucking my cock like this, anyone driving past can see what you're doing - and you love it don't you?"

She moans her assent loudly and the vibrations feel amazing. She forces my cock really far into her throat and she gags, coughing and spluttering onto my cock. The excess saliva dribbles down my shaft and onto my balls. As she catches her breath she spits on her hands and roughly rubs up and down my cock, gripping firmly and twisting round the tip so I can't stand it, it's too fucking good.

I've been keeping an eye out for any turnings for the past 5 minutes and I spot one up ahead. I turn off and we're on a hedge lined rural road. We round a corner and there's an opening which we drive past. I brake, reverse and turn in. It's a small disused carpark which used to service some sort of factory/warehouse which is now derelict.

The windows are like dirty rows of broken teeth, the roof has holes in it and there is equipment on the ground, weeds grow around them. I love architectural degradation, where time erodes and nature reclaims so it sticks in my memory as an amazing place where if I was by myself I'd be clambering around taking pictures. As it was it was it was an amazing setting for my plans.

I drive to the end and park the car so it's passenger side on if anyone were to drive in. I get out, leave the door open and tell Blondie to get in my seat with her legs out of the car. The breeze rustles the trees around us, birds and crickets chatter away; aside from the odd car passing by in the distance it is perfectly still.

The sun is still beating down hard, I drop my shorts, take my top off and stand naked there in front of her. She resists the obvious action here (to laugh, point and tell me how fucking stupid I look) and is luckily turned on enough by it all to choose the second course of action - to pull me towards her by my cock and take me in her mouth again. She's a good mate is Blondie. After a minute or two of this I pull my cock away from her and crouch down, kissing her hard with my fingers pushing on her clit. No rubbing, no circling, just firm constant pressure which I then start to move from side to side, her clit being moved around my fingers. She starts to moan and I pull back.

"Put your hands behind you and lean back"

I roughly pull the straps of her top down to reveal her perky tits, topped by hard nipples. I pull her by her legs so she's leant back further and kiss her hungrily, both my hands cupping her tits, kneading them then rolling her nipples between my fingers as I kiss my way down her stomach. My elbows push her legs wider and with my hands holding her thighs I dip my tongue into her pussy. I'm so turned on that there's no subtlety employed, no gentle teasing, I'm just straight into her clit licking her hard and fast. My hands are now under her knees and holding her legs tightly so she can't move, raising them up so I can tongue her ass too, my tongue licking wetly from ass to clit and back again. I let go of her legs and my fingers take over where once my tongue had been. She's so wet that I slip two fingers into her straight away. Her face is flushed and I'm staring into her eyes with a burning carnal intensity. Holding her eyes I dip my head and spit perfectly onto her clit which elicits a moan. My fingers start to fuck her cunt building up a steady rhythm, but not pushing in as far as I can go, only about three quarters of the way. When I return my tongue to her clit I also push my fingers in as deep as I can, and curling them towards me I press on her g-spot hard as I know she likes.

Blondie is a screamer, and in this situation she's not holding back. She has her feet up up on the seat so her pussy is perfectly exposed for me to fuck her with my fingers. My tongue is starting to tire I'm licking so fast now, my arm pistoning back and forth as I fuck her. She starts to breathlessly tell me she's going to cum so with my other hand I start tweaking her nipple hard and the pain sends her over the edge as she starts to cum - really hard, screaming and no doubt troubling some nice old French grandmothers in the village over the hill. I pull my fingers from her and keeping her legs apart I blow on her sensitive clit, rewarded with spasms from her flushed body as she moans and catches her breath. I really love seeing Blondie cum, she doesn't fuck around and totally gives in to her pleasure.

I stand up and my cock is still rock hard and proudly standing there demanding reciprocation. She happily sits up and obliges me. I move towards her and put my hands on the roof of the car, my chest resting against the frame so all I can see is the derelict surroundings, rustling trees and sky, the disassociation with what is going on below seems to intensify the feelings and I'm getting close to cumming really quickly. I pull back and start to stroke myself hard and fast, Blondie leans forward, opens her mouth, sticks out her looong tongue (She's bi, so it's also a tongue I hope to one day see buried in another lucky girls pussy whilst I watch my cock disappear into her mouth) and fixes me with her beautiful eyes imploring me to cum for her. Which I do. Heavily. Spraying thick cables of my hot cum onto her tongue, across her face and tits. As she licks her lips free of the cum surrounding them she lasciviously rubs my cum into her tits and moves forwards to suck my now softening cock clean.

Whilst I put my shorts back on, she lights two cigarettes and hands me one. We sit in our seats basking in the post coital glow and the warm French afternoon sun.

I miss France. Especially on a cold London night.

Valentines tomorrow, so I'll leave with the wise words of Socrates:

"Marry in any case: if you find a good spouse, you will be happy, if a bad one, you will learn to be philosophical"

Happy forced displays of affection day everyone!