Yvonne was once again awestruck. Ricky’s hard cock was worthy of the Greek gods themselves. It was thick and curved and the tip was flushed a bright red like a juicy berry begging to be placed between her lips

She’d been in New York for 2 days now, her feet were sore

from walking, it was 40 degrees above – way too hot for comfort and her friend’s

flight over had been cancelled at the last minute. She’d exhausted the number

of things a single girl can do in New York by themselves and had been looking

forward to some company and girly fun.

As it stood, her friend wouldn’t be in for another 24 hrs.

Looking around Yvonne spotted a nearby coffee shop or ‘cworfee’

as these yanks seemed to pronounce it. She took a deep breath to prepare

herself and began the slow trudge towards the cafe with her accumulated

paraphernalia from New York’s finest shops in hand.

‘Finally!’ she sighed as she slumped into one of the leather-clad

booths with her gigantic latte. She could almost feel herself begin to melt

into the sticky burgundy leather as fatigue began to take over.

Just as she was drifting off into the oblivion of her own

daydream something caught her eye. There, in the doorway, stood a man. Not

being great at judging heights it was difficult for Yvonne to see how tall he

was. Judging by the woman in front of him in the queue, he was shorter than 6ft

tall, maybe 5’9”?

His golden hair caught light from the window, giving it the

appearance of being flecked with gold. His tight black t-shirt showed off his

tight chest and splendidly formed arms. Even from this distance Yvonne could

see the light catching off wisps of chest hair teasing out the top of t-shirt.

In awe, Yvonne couldn’t help but allow her gaze to trail

down his body. She tried swallowing but her mouth had gone surprisingly dry, as

she took in the firmness of his thighs in the faded black jeans he wore and the

bulge at the front that tightened things below in her she’d recently thought

long gone.

The stranger was enveloped in a halo of light that created

an ethereal look about him. He glanced up at the menu board with an intense

looking face and the light caught off his beard. The light penetrating enough to show off his

strong jaw line that his well kept beard usually kept hidden.

In this light it was easy to see his beard had different

tones to it. His moustache was a fairer colour similar to his hair but the rest

of his beard had almost an auburn quality to it.

Nestled between the two were a pair of lips that looked

sensually soft. Almost feminine in their plumpness. Yvonne had the briefest image of kissing

those lush lips flash in her mind.

As she watched him scan the menu she could see the intensity

in his eyes and the subtle hints of crows feet which deepened into furrows as

he smiled at the woman behind the counter to place his order. As he smiled with his eyes Yvonne couldn’t

help but smile too. It was such a

genuine expression of merriment that she suddenly understood why his eyes

looked as intensely as they did. Here

was a man that smiled a lot. As if he

took genuine pleasure in everything around him.

As Yvonne continued to stare, dumbstruck with awe, there was

a loud clatter and the glow disappeared as an old lady banged the cafe door

closed behind her and began shouting in a typically American drawl that she

needed 3 ‘cworfees’ to go and she needed them yesterday.

Yvonne suddenly refocused herself only to realise that the

man had gone. She felt sadness well up and then laughed out loud at herself for

her foolishness. Yvonne hadn’t paid any

heed to a man in such a long time. Not

since the last two fiascos of relationships she’d been in. One with a no hope

waster with anger issues and another with an emotionally crippled fool.

She’d vowed to stay clear of men ever since. That was almost

18 months ago.

She’d managed to remain disinterested in the opposite sex

for so long that she’d forgotten what it was like. Maybe she was just tired and

dehydrated from her shopping and the unnaturally warm weather. She gave her

body a shake and then mentally slapped herself, focused again before settling

to drink her latte.

4 hours later Yvonne found herself in her hotel bar, nursing

a bottle of white wine. She’d headed back to her room and dumped her bags

before standing under the cool shower for half an hour trying to wake herself

up and ease her aching legs and feet.

She had inadvertently found herself thinking of the stranger

she’d seen before and had imagined all sorts of naughty things he could do to

her. Her hands seemed to find her pleasure spots all by themselves and she had

ended up almost doubled over in an orgasmic shudder.

After composing herself and getting her breath back she’d

gotten dressed in one of her new black dresses and matching shoes before

heading down to eat alone. Now an hour

later she was cradling her wine glass and beginning to feel the warm haziness of

alcohol taking effect. She couldn’t wait

till tomorrow when she would have her friend here to alleviate her loneliness.

She glanced around the room and noticed how empty it was.

There was an old couple in the corner that appeared to be together but ignoring

each other and a couple of business men nursing some beers.

Yvonne sighed and was about to take another sip when a voice

next to her spoke.

It was deep and languid and sounded like honey dripping. Yvonne

turned to face the voice and was confronted by the stranger she’d seen before.

She stared in shock as the mans lips moved. She was transfixed by those full

juicy lips as they opened and closed.

“Excuse me ma’am, are you ok?”

Yvonne refocused, “huh?” she stuttered.

“I said can I buy you a drink?” the man smiled,

apparently enjoying Yvonne’s sudden awkwardness. “I noticed you were alone

and I’m new in the area. I was hoping we could keep each other company for the

evening. Unless you’re busy?”

Yvonne tried desperately to pull her gaze from the hypnotic

effect his mouth had on her. She could already feel herself getting warm bellow

and those same stirrings that rose in the cafe were rousing here.

“Oh, erm, no, I mean yes! Yes, I’ll have a drink”

she blurted out.

Going red at her clumsiness. She immediately began

regretting having already finished most of a bottle of wine by herself.

“Oh, wait!” she stammered, “I have some wine

left here, why don’t you get another glass and share it with me?”

His smile beamed at her. Such an amazing smile he had. It

put her at ease and turned her on at the same time. He turned and headed for

the bar and Yvonne quickly began trying to undo the effects of the last hours

drinking. Sorting her bra and dress and making sure her hair wasn’t all over

the place.

She couldn’t believe this man was talking to her. All her

insecurities about herself began to rear their ugly heads when suddenly he was

back with another glass and another bottle.

The next two hours flew by.

His charm wasn’t just an external factor. He was incredibly

funny and witty. They discussed various diverse topics, fuelled by the

increasing consumption of wine, from the brashness of New Yorkers to the

trouble in the Middle East and to such things as their favorite type of donuts.

His name was Ricky and he was amazing company to have.

As the evening wore on Yvonne’s insecurities faded away

under the intensity of his gaze and the depth of his smile. She found herself

leaning over the table with her hand on his, laughing at some joke he had just

made. Even that touch alone took her breath away. His hands were big and strong

and she noted, incredibly clean and manicured.

He looked down at their hands and smiled that incredible

smile of his and placed his other hand on top of hers. Immediately Yvonne’s

loins jumped in response. She could feel the heat across her chest and in her

groin and even flushing across her face.

Ricky suddenly surprised her then by leaning in close and

kissing her.

Yvonne exploded in a rush of senses. His breath was warm and

sweet from the wine, his face, rugged and hairy yet soft, smelled like soap,

his lips were full, soft and warm. There was a subtle spiciness from his

aftershave mingled with his own intoxicating muskiness. For a split second she

took in the closeness of him before melting into that kiss.

It seemed to last for an eternity and Yvonne could feel her

body reacting to it. His firm tongue gently probing and caressing as his lips

skilfully joined with hers. His hand lifted and held the side of her face

sending another shiver of pleasure down her body.

Yvonne didn’t know if she could take any more and would’ve

sworn she was almost ready to climax there and then.

He slowly pulled away and gazed intensely into her

eyes. Yvonne suddenly found herself

wondering why she felt so at ease with this man she hardly knew. Usually she

would shy away from even casual glances from passers by and here she was

staring into the deep ocean blue eyes of a complete stranger she’d just been

kissing. She’d never had so much as a one-night stand before so to be kissing a

total stranger in another country was a total first for her.

Ricky’s hand gently played with her hair and Yvonne

tightened her grip on his other hand.

“I want you,” she whispered, never breaking their

gaze.

“I want you too, Yvonne.” he whispered softly

back. “I feel like I’ve known you for ever.”

Somehow they managed to get back to Ricky’s room without

succumbing in the hotel bar. Once through the door Ricky spun Yvonne round and

gazed into her eyes once more. His gaze trailed down swallowing every detail he

trembled with anticipation.

He trailed his fingers down her bare arms causing little

sparks of pleasure to jump from her. Her breathing quickened in response. He

encircled her fingers with his and leaned in to slowly kiss the nape of her

neck.

Yvonne’s eyes closed and she tilted her head back enjoying

the sensation of his warm lips on her neck. He moved slowly up to her ear where

he began nibbling gently before biting slightly harder causing her to breath in

sharply and grin. She wrapped her arms around as much of him as she could.

This close, he was a

big man. She could feel the power of his muscles through his jacket and she was

keen to feel more. While he teased her neck and ears with his splendid lips she

began removing his jacket and top. She had to catch herself again as he started

running his hand up her calf to her thigh though.

He mixed the sensations of that with his other hand tracing

up her spine to undo her bra clasp. Finally she had him topless and the sight

of it was amazing. His chest was indeed perfect, with wisps of curly hair that

demanded she run her fingers through it. She traced both her hands over his

chest and trailed her fingers over his nipples, giving them a squeeze that took

his breath away.

She lifted his face and plunged her lips into his as her

passion jumped another level again. They clumsily hastened to the bed where Ricky

straddled her and removed the rest of her clothes, leaving her with just her

lace panties on. Yvonne lay there gazing at his broad shoulders while he drank

the sight of her, the lust in his eyes building even more.

He quickly removed what garments he had left and kneeled

above her. Yvonne was once again awestruck. Ricky’s hard cock was worthy of the

Greek gods themselves. It was thick and curved and the tip was flushed a bright

red like a juicy berry begging to be placed between her lips. Her hands were

drawn to it and as they encircled it Ricky let out a guttural moan that spoke

to her.

He closed his eyes as she began to rhythmically move her

hands. She moved her body into a better position and licked her tongue up the

soft front of his hard shaft before enveloping the juicy tip of him in her

mouth. She could hear Ricky’s breathing quicken in response and feel herself

getting even wetter as she traced her tongue around him, his smooth hard end

feeling delicious in her mouth.

She ran one hand up his chest to his nipple while the other

played with his balls and caressed his shaft. She slowly moved up and down with

her mouth in a twisting motion so as to feel every part of him in every part of

her mouth. She could feel his body tightening and his breathing becoming more

ragged as she sucked and licked him to ecstasy.

His hands gripped out spasmodically as he finally released

himself into her mouth. His juices tasting sweet and salty and filled her

mouth, she slowed her pace as he jerked uncontrollably and moaned out loud. She

looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth and he gazed down with a huge

grin on his face.

“My turn” he said.

He lifted her up and kissed her, taking his own juices into

his mouth from her. He carried on kissing her while he moved her onto her back.

He pulled away from her lips to trail down her chest where he found her nipple.

He sucked hard causing her to breath in and her loins to tighten in response.

While he sucked and played with her nipple his hand reached up to caress and

play with her other breast, teasing her other nipple and bringing a sigh to her

mouth.

His other hand played across her stomach and slowly down up

her panties. He teased a finger in and felt her short, newly-trimmed hair. He

then carried his hand down to her ankle where he dug his fingers in slightly

and traced them back up the inside of her thigh.

Yvonne bit her lip, wanting him to touch more intimate

areas. He moved his head lower, kissing her as he went until he got to her

panties. He kissed her along the waist of her panties and down over her crotch.

She lifted her hips to meet him and sighed

“Please Ricky” at him.

He slowly teased away the last barrier between him and her

moist sweet area. As he pulled them over her feet he began kidding back up her

leg till he got to the top of her inner thigh. He then licked his firm tongue

over her swollen lips, taking one into his mouth to suck on gently.

He stroked her other lip between his fingers making it feel

like he had two mouths, both expertly sucking and kissing her. He then placed

his tongue at the entrance to her body. Yvonne’s body writhed with the thought

of and the actual pleasure. He kneaded his tongue around her entrance and

slowly moved up to her swollen bud. As soon as his tongue touched her there her

back buckled.

He simultaneously began moving his fingers inside her with

languidly moving his whole tongue up and over her. This on top of the already built

up sexual pressure was too much. She quickly began to feel deep pressure and

heat welling up inside her. Wave upon wave of pleasure was building up. My god,

she didn’t know what he was doing but she no longer had any control.

Her back began arching and her legs trembled as his tongue

and fingers worked in unison. The pressure finally gave and she began screaming

in ragged breaths as all thoughts but pleasure racked her body. And still he

didn’t stop, he shifted his fingers slightly and found another spot inside her

she didn’t know existed and the pleasure changed and reached a new crescendo.

She felt as though a floodgate of pleasure had been opened

and her body succumbed to it. She could no longer breathe and she could no

longer think.

Eventually he stopped and looked up at her.

Yvonne couldn’t move, her body spasmed continually from

waves of pleasure that refused to die down. Evidently the waves of pleasure had

gushed forth spectacularly as Ricky smiled with Yvonne’s juices dripping from

his face. Yvonne desperately tried to catch her breath as Ricky dried his face.

He then pulled her closer to him and kissed her deeply.

As he kissed he slowly slipped his newly hardened member

inside her quivering opening. The width of him took her breath away once more

and she came just from the intensity of it.

He began rhythmically moving backwards and forwards, the

feeling of him filling her making Yvonne bite down on her lip again and dig her

nails into his tight buttocks. He carried on moving, tilting her hips so he

could get deeper, thrusting progressively harder and faster building more waves

between them.

Eventually the waves came crashing down and they both were

left crying out and gasping for air. He collapsed on top of her, his ragged

breathing vying for more oxygen.

He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her neck.

She held onto him tightly trying not to die from lack of

oxygen, more waves crashing over her and causing her body to twitch

uncontrollably.

They snuggled into each other and let oblivion slowly wash

over them. Just as Yvonne was away to succumb to her energy finally giving way

she was woken with a start

“THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING, WE ARE PREPARING TO

LAND IN NEW YORK. CAN YOU PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR SEATS AND FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS”

Yvonne looked around confused. Her friend sat next to her

smiled knowingly and asked

“Nice dream, Yvonne?”

Yvonne flushed bright red and stared out the window as they

prepared to land and begin their two week holiday in New York.