Linda's Lay on the Thames Part 4
Day 4 Friday
I was woken up by Lydia, disentangling herself from me.
“Hey babe, its time to get up.” She explained apologetically. I mumbled something by way of a reply before I opened my eyes and began rubbing them. My mouth was dry and somewhat parched, remedied by a half-full glass tumbler of water that Lydia handed me. I gratefully took it and drank it down in a couple of gulps. I then climbed out of the bed which was very comfortable. I helped Lydia tidy it and then followed her dutifully into the bathroom. After taking it in turns to freshen up we shared a lovely shower. The needles of warm water, waking me up. We lathered each of our bodies from head to toe with shower crème, lingering over each others breasts and backsides. When Lydia rubbed crème into my back and arse cheeks she followed it up by pressing her warm, smooth body against mine. I was only too happy to oblige and we held each other tight in a clinch as we faced each other. We tenderly kissed and as we lathered our respective pussies we soon found ourselves stroking each others’ soapy clits. The movements were slow and gentle. Just the tips of our fore & index fingers, held together, rubbing up and down like brush strokes, quickening our pace only when we shared a deep, satisfying mutual orgasm.
“AHHH!” We both cried out in chorus as we came together. After we climaxed, we finished showering and Lydia and I dried the other one off. We sat in the kitchen eating a hearty breakfast Lydia prepared, wearing nothing but a pair of bath towels, one around our hair, the other our bodies. When breakfast was finished I took my laundered clothes upstairs and packed them away in my backpack. After applying toiletries and dressing I was ready to leave. I would be sad to leave Lydia. Like the others I’d met I’d exchanged contact details with her, but unlike the others where it wouldn’t have been the end of the world if they didn’t get in touch, I was hoping that Lydia would. I found her in her living room, feet up on the sofa dressed in blue & white striped top, baggy navy-blue shorts that reached down almost to her knees & gloss nude tights, like those I’d worn to dinner yesterday. She had her hair up in a bun and wore a pair of horn-rimmed reading spectacles. She had her laptop appropriately enough on her lap, working away. I gently wrapped on the open door to gain her attention.
“I’m off now. I’d just like to say thanks. I had a great stay and I’ll be giving you a glowing review.” Somehow that just didn’t seem to cover it. She removed her glasses, set her computer down on the leather foot stool and in stockinged feet walked over to me. She embraced me as best she could with my backpack on and looked down at me.
“And I’d like to say that it was a pleasure having you.” Pun fully intended.
“When Mel & Joe get here, just tell them you ‘cum’ highly recommended by me.” I quipped back. Once more we shared a long, tender, sensual kiss and I tasted her subtly-flavoured lipstick or gloss.
I left the house and didn’t look back, though I did see some movement in the living room of the house next door. I guessed the occupant(s) had heard everything we’d been up to the previous night. I cheekily waved and smiled at them before pressing on. The weather was once more sunny and the puddles from yesterday’s storm had largely evaporated. I retraced my path past the Talbot Inn and across the picturesque toll bridge across the Thames and rejoined the path on the south bank. I had quite a way to go, following the meandering Thames…
Although I had seen the gleaming spires of Oxford from afar, the city just hit me all at once, first with some allotments and then a railway line. I left the Thames Path at Folly Bridge and walked via Abingdon Road to where I was staying, the aptly named Cambridge Terrace Home for Students. With the academic year having ended a couple of weeks earlier, the students of Oxford’s many colleges had gone home for the summer (or simply graduated) and the various halls of residence were available to hire as B & Bs. Cambridge Terrace was a fairly new looking building conveniently located for the shops and sights of the city. My room was quite small and utilitarian, with white-washed walls, with a kitchenette against one wall, a small computer desk and a small ensuite bathroom with a shower. The room was rounded out by queen-sized double-bed. Sitting heavily on the springy mattress I wondered how much ‘action’ it had gotten from the myriad hormonal students away from home for the first time. My plan was to stay in the city for the whole of Saturday before resuming my hike Sunday. What’s more, other than the ‘Jilling’ Lydia had given me in the shower that morning, I wasn’t intending to go looking for sex today, rather let my pussy have a break. That being said, if the opportunity presented itself came along…
Day 5 Saturday
When I awoke the next morning I decided to treat myself to a lie-in since I didn’t need to vacate the room until the next day. After unpacking the previous day I’d sent a text to one of my best friends, Andrea who lived in Oxford and I agreed to meet up with her and her lecturer husband Richard at their place that evening for drinks and a meal. We chatted about what had happened in our lives since our last encounter and of course, I told them about the purpose of my hike in quite racy details. So racy and detailed they were that I got the distinct impression that they weren’t that disappointed when I announced I was heading back to my digs. I was certain that the moment they closed the front door on me that they were racing upstairs to their bedroom to satiate their inflamed passions from listening to my lurid and lewd tales. Now lying in bed, very mildly hung over from all the wine I’d consumed with my friend and her ‘hubby’ I began to make my plans for the day. I suddenly heard the sound of the MGM Lion roaring which meant I’d received a WhatsApp text from someone. I blindly reached out for my phone and my hand seemed to find it. But something was wrong, it was smaller than I remembered and when I went to pick it up something gave a tug before it came. I sat up in bed, wiped my eyes and looked into my right hand. There was a phone in my hand that wasn’t mine! Mine was lying on one of the shelves above the wall the bed was pressed against. I’d instinctively reached out to something closer to my level as I would if I was in my own bed, in this case the window sill behind and to the right of me. I put he phone back on the sill next to the white charging cord snaking down to a power socket in the skirting board. I reached for my own smart-phone and saw I had a text from Mel. I opened it up and accompanying a caption which read “Wish you were here ;-)!” was a selfie taken by Joe showing him sitting up in a familiar-looking bed, naked with a grin on his face. Beside him, also in their birthday suits and sporting satisfying grins were Mel & Lydia. Well, well, well.
“You bet I do ;-)!” I texted back.
Putting my phone back on the shelf, I opened the blinds slightly and walked; pealing off the t-shirt and panties I’d worn to bed, into the bathroom to relieve myself and then shower. The shower wasn’t a patch on the one I’d had with Lydia for obvious reasons, but it was invigorating nevertheless. Towelling myself off my attention returned to the phone I’d discovered. I picked it up and stared at it and noticed it was still on. I could feel its warmth. Like mine, it wasn’t in a case, just a plain, flat black phone. After a little deliberation I pressed the button on the side taking it out of stand-by mode. The lock screen appeared showing two women in their early-20s, one white the other bi-racial. They were slim and wore t-shirts, baseball caps from which dark hair spilled, baggy cargo trousers and the photo ended at their shins so I couldn’t see their footwear. They had an arm around each other’s shoulders and were smiling for the photographer. Judging by the background showing multiple dancing people, it had been taken in a nightclub. I made a swipe with my fingertip along the screen and the menu screen appeared – same background photo. The icon indicating unheard voice mail messages was present and after a moment deliberating what to do I dialled the number for voice mail. I wasn’t asked for a pass code and the monotone voice said:
“You have 20 new messages. First message:” There then followed the customary ‘beep’.
“Bobby, this is Nat. Please, I know you’ve got my phone, please give it back. Please?” ‘Nat’s’ voice sounded desperate and I grew concerned. I had the feeling that all or most of these messages were the same. I played one or two more which seemed to confirm my hypothesis. From the messages it appeared that Bobby and Nat had been a couple and broken up. Bobby had kept Nat’s phone and included on it were photos and a video. You didn’t need a filthy mind like mine to guess they were ‘intimate’ photos and videos.
I put the phone down on the windowsill and resolved not to get involved. I’d hand it in to the lost property office downstairs and that would be that, hoping nobody would ask about played voice mail messages. I dressed and popped to a nearby ‘greasy spoon’ café and treated myself to a Full English Breakfast. But as I ate my mind kept going back to the phone and what was on there. I decided that one little peak wouldn’t hurt, after all, I had listened to a couple of her voice mails. After breakfast I returned to the flat and picked up the phone.
“Do it do it. Just a peak.” I said to myself and took the phone out of stand-by and brought up the menu screen. It took a few minutes but I found the photos. There were at least fifty of them. Many of them were innocent enough. But I soon found that there were some interesting ones in there and to my pleasant surprise, they were of Natalie and the other girl from the lock screen photo. So Bobby was a girl. ‘Roberta’ perhaps? The ‘juicy’ photos showed the two girls, either in various states of undress, naked, or modelling lingerie. Their bodies were slim, athletic and with curvy buttocks and slightly hairy pussies. Their bosoms weren’t much to ‘write home about’ but they certainly weren’t flat-chested. Then there was the video. It was about 20 minutes long. I played it as I sat on the edge of the bed. When it began I saw the white girl from the lock screen, stark naked in this very room she’d clearly just switched the video recorder on and was placing the phone in a suitable spot to show the bed. I quickly identified it. The image was a little hazy as the main light was off. Only a small neon one, about a foot long, situated above the hob was on. The white girl climbed into bed just as the sound of a toilet being flushed could be heard. The bathroom door opened and closed and the bi-racial girl hoved into view, naked save for a pair of black fishnet hold-ups and a pair of heels. She kicked the heels off and adjusting the built-in garters at the top of her nylons climbed into bed. She lay atop the other girl and they started kissing, their hands wandering over their smooth, slim bodies.
“Wait a minute, the light, I’ll switch it off.” The girl in fishnets said and started to break away from her lover’s grasp.
“Leave it Natalie. I want to see you while we fuck.” I guessed that ‘Bobby’ had set the camera up so that it couldn’t be seen and that ‘Natalie’ wasn’t aware her own phone was being used to record their tryst. I did wonder why Bobby hadn’t used her own phone, but it did explain why she’d kept it after their break-up.
Natalie seemed persuaded and enthusiastically resumed kissing Bobby. Their kisses were mainly slobbering in nature and a smacking noise seem to emanate from their conjoined mouths. Their hands continually caressed their bodies as they kissed and every so often little moans escaped from their mouths as they became increasingly aroused. Eventually their fingers found their mounds and playfully twirled pubes around with their fingers as if playing with their head hair.
“Oh, Bobby.” Natalie would breathlessly say between kisses.
“Natalie, Natalie.” Bobby would reciprocate. This went on for a few minutes before their fingers each found a clit to play with and they began doing just that. In contrast to the way Lydia and I had caressed our clits in the shower yesterday morning, these girls seemed to just be going for a record.
“Mmm! Oooo!” They would intone. Soon they were making a ’pinching’ motion with the forefingers and thumbs as the latter rubbed their clits and the former was inserted into their sopping wet cunts. I found myself getting a little moist and breathless myself at what I was seeing and found my free hand wandering down to my crotch.
“NATALIE I’M CUMMINNNGGG!” Bellowed Bobby. Natalie’s reply was merely an exultant cry of ecstasy as she too came. Their orgasm had barely subsided, or so it would appear before, following some kissing and fondling Natalie manoeuvred herself around so that her feet were facing the headboard. She then settled her body back down onto Bobby’s and began lapping at Bobby’s pussy. I guessed that just as Natalie was doing this, Bobby was returning the favour. The 69 had barely begun when the video ended.
“Bollocks! It was just getting good!” I angrily declared and threw the phone onto the bed as if it were its fault. I stood up and began pacing the room, trying to decide what to do. Finally with the morning going I reached a decision. I picked the phone back up and searching the call log I dialled the most recent number on the phone. The same number had at least 30 different entries.
“Hello, Bobby is that you?” Natalie’s voice sounded both worried and relieved at the same time.
“Sorry, my name is Linda.”
“Who are you, what are you doing with my phone? Did you find it?” Natalie’s voice sounded fraught.
“Relax. I’m a tourist, staying in a room in one of the halls of residence and I found your phone and thinking it was mine accidentally played back a voice mail.” It was essentially the truth. I just left a few things out.
“I see.” Her voice had gone quiet.
“Listen if you’re not doing anything tonight I can give you your phone back then. I’d do it sooner but I’ve got things to do, only I’m only here for one full day.” I know, it was naughty of me. By rights I should have arranged to meet her sooner, but damn it, I wanted time to talk to her. Reassure her, and yes, if she was up for it, ball her.”
“I don’t know anything about you.” She said, perfectly reasonably.
“I’ve got an idea I replied.” I rang off, picked up my own phone and after taking a selfie I phoned her back on my own phone after texting her my picture.
“You’re very pretty.” She acknowledged when we continued our call.
“Do you know the Head of the River pub?” I asked.
“I know it. It’s very close to Bobby, my ex’s digs.”
“Good. How does 7.30 sound?” I asked, not giving her a chance to realise from where I was calling, lest she suggest coming around to collect her phone there and then.
“It sounds okay. I’m not got anything else on.”
“Great. Oh and dress up in something classy if you can, only I’m dying to try out a new dress I bought.”
“Okay, 7.30.” She replied, hope and optimism in her voice that something that was a nightmare to her might soon be over. As I ended the call I vowed that I wouldn’t take advantage of her. Despite my desire to screw her, I wouldn’t push the issue, but rather be a shoulder to cry on if she needed. Sex, if it happened at all would be a bonus and nothing more. Though that did mean my stay in Oxford would probably be sex-free.
I of course had lied to Natalie about wanting to try out a new dress. I hadn’t packed anything formal or ‘classy’ when I embarked on my hike, hence why I’d had to borrow a dress and lace undies from Lydia the other night. I had a plan for the dress and put in a quick call to Andrea who was the same height and build as me and asked if I could borrow one of her dresses.
“That shouldn’t be a problem. Out on the pull tonight I take it?” She teased.
“Maybe.” I replied.
“Okay, but you’ve got to promise to share all the juicy details with Dick and me if you manage to get lucky.” She instructed. After agreeing a time to come and pick up one of her dresses. I resumed my plan for the day. The rest of the morning and early afternoon were spent taking in the sights of Oxford. I visited Oxford Castle – little more than a stone keep on a mound, walked through the gardens of Christ Church College, the Bodleian Library and looked out at the beautiful panoramic view of the city and surrounding countryside from the top of St. Mary the Virgin University Church. A plan to take a guided tour entitled ‘Morse’s Oxford’ relating to parts of Oxford featured in the ‘Inspector Morse’ novels and TV shows had to be shelved as I needed to do some shopping before going to Andrea’s. I had a light lunch of some granary toast with plenty of yellow salty butter, washed down by a Cappuccino in one of the many branches of Costa Coffee in the city and then hit the shops. I stopped in the massive Blackwell’s Bookshop with its massive ‘Norrington Room’ in the basement. I came out of there with a copy of a book entitled ‘From Source to Sea’ by a man who’d walked the Thames as the title suggested from its source, all the way to the North Sea. I then made a beeline for the stores that sold underwear and lingerie in the city. I ended up buying an off-white lace bra and thong panty set and a pair of off-white crotchless fishnet tights. These were essentially a pair of fishnet stockings with a built in fishnet suspender-belt and an elasticated waste. I stopped off at Andrea & Richards’ on the way back to the room and borrowed a cherry-coloured, short-sleeved mini-dress with a round neck. This was finished off with matching heels of Andrea’s and a strapless handbag.
“I’ll drop these off tomorrow before I leave town.” I promised as I was leaving their house.
“And don’t forget to tell us all about it, in detail. You’ve no idea how much fun we had last night after hearing about your last lot of escapades.” Andrea added.
For the second time that day I stepped into the shower in my room and let the water play over me. It was around 6.00 when I stepped into it. Approximately 20 minutes later I stepped out of the shower, dripping wet of course from head to toe and began to dry myself. I took my time about it, using a hair brush in concert with a hairdryer that came with the room. Next I applied make-up from a small travel kit I bought in the main branch of Boots in the city as well as a small ampoule of perfume. Among the items and inspired by Lydia, I’d bought some flavoured lip-gloss. Next I put on the clothes. I removed the labels from the bra & panties and tried them on. Thankfully my size-judging skills hadn’t atrophied with my hike and I followed it up with the nylons. I carefully ‘liberated’ them from the packaging and let them unravel before me. I put my arms through each leg and bunched them up. There then followed the tricky part. Normally when putting on tights, one starts with the toes and ultimately pulls them up to the waste. In this case as the legs were only held on by small sections of fishnet nylon, I balled up each leg and stuck my toes into each, making sure the waistband was over my ankles and then proceeded to work the nylons up my legs until they reached my knees, whereupon I stood up and worked them up by both the waistband and the tops of each leg. I felt relieved when the waistband was nestling just below my belly-button and then made the necessary adjustments to straighten them. Finally it was time for the dress and the heels to be added to my ensemble. I put my hair in a ‘fountain-top’ and did a little twirl in front of a full-length mirror. For my part I thought I looked great. My fishnet-clad legs looked sensational, their curves accentuated and their pallor heightened. I grabbed Andrea’s handbag, making sure that Natalie’s phone was in there along with my own and left the room.
It was only a few minutes walk to the Head of the River and I saw Natalie sitting on a sloping brick wall beside a concrete ramp which led down to the pub’s beer garden. She was swinging her legs back and fore in the air as she waited. She was quite stunning in the flesh and on that sunny, summer evening my heart skipped a beat. She wore a sleeveless flowery dress. Red was the predominant colour and the skirt portion was pleated and came down mid-thigh. It had quite a high collar, almost a choker and the outfit was completed by a pair of open-toed heeled shoes. Sadly she appeared to be bare-legged, no trace of hosiery. Her hair was sc****d back into a bun, though she had two long locks of hair dangle down in front of each ear as far as her jaw. She was staring idly ahead of her and it wasn’t until I’d started down the ramp towards her that she noticed me. She smiled nervously at me and dropped down onto the ground as I sidled up to her.
“Natalie?” I asked as if I needed to.
“And you must be Linda.” She replied. She held out a hand, but I opted instead to give her hug and kiss each cheek French style which she reciprocated.
“Mwah, mwah.”
“Let’s go get a drink and something to eat. Would you like to eat outside or in the pub?” I asked.
“Inside would be better.” She suggested and fell into step beside me. The tap room of the Head of the River had bare brick walls and shelf-units straight from IKEA, packed with books. The place was half-empty, it was early and many people were outside in the beer garden and finding a secluded table was easy.
“Everything’s on me.” I declared. After studying the menu, we made our selections – I would have a Caesar Salad & Natalie opted for Ragout of tomato, sweet potato, chick pea & red k**ney beans. I returned from the bar carrying a sliver tray on which was a bottle of red wine and two medium-sized wine glasses. As I set them down on the table I suddenly realised that she may not like wine. Natalie assured me that she did.
I sat opposite at a high table with chairs that left our feet dangle.
“You look very beautiful. Even more so in the flesh, your photo doesn’t do you justice.” Natalie opined.
“Well thank you. But bear in mind I was just in my day clothes. I’ve scrubbed up for tonight.” I poured wine into both glasses and we clinked glasses.
“Cheers.” We both toasted. Natalie took a very large gulp of hers.
“Do you have it, my phone I mean?” She asked.
“Can I just check that this is yours?” I pulled her phone from Andrea’s bag, making sure first that it was hers & not mine.
“Why wouldn’t you think its mine?” She asked.
“I’ve seen some of the pictures, and the video.” I replied. She looked aghast at this.
“And I can’t help but wonder, if Bobby was the one who secretly recorded the two of you fucking without your knowledge or consent as it appears, why use your phone, not hers? “
“Hers was out of action at the time and I guess she always intended to transfer it to hers. The phone you contacted me on by the way is a burner I bought as a temporary measure until/unless I could get mine back.”
“Alright, I’ll bring up your contacts list and ask you for a phone number you know. If it matches the entry on the list, I’ll assume it’s yours.” So desperate was she to reclaim her phone that she agreed. I asked her for her parents’ phone number and she gave it to me. I then handed over the phone to her which she was greatly relieved. She eagerly took the phone and after somehow verifying the photos and video hadn’t been copied, promptly deleted them all and pocketed the phone. The relief on her face was palpable and she drained her glass of wine whilst mine was barely touched.
Our food came and we ate and drank in silence. The meal was excellent and after our plates had been taken away and we’d both imbibed at least two full glasses – as ever I had to watch what I drank due to my hike - the conversation flowed.
“Do you want to talk about it? It might be easy talking to a complete stranger. Who was she, Bobby I mean? Clearly you were lovers.” I asked.
“I met her two years ago, a few weeks into Michaelmas term at a club called the Plush Lounge which is a popular Gay & Lesbian bar here in town. We hit it off straightaway and became lovers. She’s an American, a year older than me studying English Literature at Wadham College whilst I was a first year Classics student at Trinity. We were great together.”
“Let me guess. She was a year older and American you say. She graduated and decided to go home, leaving you in the lurch?” Natalie nodded.
“And there was the business with the video on it. I only caught that by accident. I went to her rooms and we were chatting. I plugged my phone in the charger as we talked. One thing led to another and I found out about the video from her, obviously I knew about the photos. She also picked then to say she was leaving and after we started arguing she promptly threw me out of the room, my phone still inside.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Life’s tough. Now me, I’m 26 and I’ve never had either a boy or girlfriend.”
“Really?” Natalie was shocked.
“Nope, 'friends with benefits’, fuck-buddies and countless one-night stands, but nothing serious or long-term, at least not yet. Was Bobby your first?” I allowed myself another half-glass of wine as I awaited her reply.
“First? Oh, you mean was I virgin before, yes.”
“If it’s any consolation there’ll be other special people in your life. Then it’ll be ‘Bobby who?’” I said.
“Well now that I’ve got the phone back I can go home to my family in Bristol and try and enjoy my summer break before I come back here for my final year. I don’t know what kind of summer I’d have had if not for you.”
“That’s okay. And don’t worry. I didn’t copy any of the things from your phone. I had a lover once who secretly filmed us and they were going to put it on a revenge-porn site. But I managed to sort it out. Bottom line, I’d never do that to someone else.”
“There are some shitty people around.” Natalie concurred.
“For the record and I hope I’m not speaking out of turn, but I thought the video, and the photos of you were pretty hot.”
“You into girls then?” Natalie asked.
“That’s right, boys to. Can I give you some advice? Don’t jump into another relationship just yet. Play the field, sleep around. It’s the 21st century, as long as you’re sensible and safe.” Natalie seemed to be in agreement.
“When should I start? When I get back to Bristol, or next term when I’m back here?”
“Well you know there’s no time like the present.” I reached a hand out and gently laid it on hers. She didn’t move hers or otherwise object.
“It’ll have to be my place though. Your room has too many memories.” She said, by way of agreement. We finished our current glasses of wine and after collecting our things I followed Natalie out of the pub.
Her digs were in a house, converted into several studio flats. It wasn’t that big with a sofa bed which Natalie had set up for the night. I wondered if she set it up in advance because she knew how tonight was going to go?
“Nice place.” I remarked, making no attempt to sound convincing.
“No, it’s shit alright. You can say it.” Natalie said as she drew the curtains across the two sets of windows at either end of the room. The walls were painted powder-blue with a kitchen stretching across one corner and a door directly opposite the sofa-bed through which was the bathroom, well shower room. Natalie had put on a single bedside lamp instead of the main ceiling light. It created a warm, ambient tone, which through shadows on the room. Natalie kicked off her shoes and hung up her handbag.
“Make yourself comfortable.” She turned to go into the bathroom, but before she could I’d taken a hold of one of her hands and gently spun her around so that she literally twirled into my arms like a dancer. We embraced and a long, lingering kiss ensued. I applied all the tricks I’d learnt a couple of nights earlier in Lydia’s arms and it seemed to earn me ‘brownie points’ with Natalie. As we kissed Natalie straddled my thigh, pressing and grinding her clit against it. After we ended the kiss, the near breathless Natalie stepped into the bathroom and I heard the sound of a light clicking on. I immediately launched into action, removing all my clothes bar the fishnets and bundling them up on a leather executive chair in front of a writing desk containing a spotlight and her laptop. I tried to adopt a nonchalant pose as the toilet flushed. Natalie emerged from the toilet naked with her hair down.
“Wow.” She exclaimed upon seeing my near-naked form.
“Ditto.” I said smiling. I walked over to her and we kissed again. When the kiss broke I disappeared into the bathroom with my handbag. I peed and cleaned my teeth with a travel-toothbrush. I wanted my breath to be minty fresh.
When I returned to the main room, the duvet had been pulled back and Natalie lay resplendent upon it, wearing a pair of black fishnet hold-ups, perhaps the same pair as from the video.
“So you wouldn’t feel overdressed. You approve?” She asked. My response took the form of me positively sprinting to the bed and climbing on it. For the next few minutes we were a bundle of female nakedness. Rolling about on the bed, hands running across our bodies and hair, kissing and fondling, almost like in the video. As with that we each eventually found a ‘Mons Veneris” and began stroking pussies. I shuddered with pleasure from the sensations her fingertips bestowed upon me.
“Ohhh Natalie.” I softy called into her ear as I held her tightly to me with my free hand. I seemed to be having a not dissimilar effect on her as she moaned and mewled with passion at my touch. The gentle caresses of our earlier mutual-‘Jilling’ however soon gave way to my energetic and frantic efforts as the tingling sensations from our tender clits spurred us on until our first climax of the evening washed over us like a rolling wave. Long after our orgasms had subsided we remained locked together, kissing and cuddling.
“That was great. Better than anything Bobby could do for me.” Natalie declared.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I countered. I was lying on top of Natalie so I felt it was for me to initiate the next movement. I began to rotate my body around so that my head and hers were at opposite ends of the bed. My face was poised mere inches above her pussy, I could smell its deliciously aroused odour wafting up into my nostrils, an odour every bit as delectable in its own way as the most expensive perfume.
I bent my head down and began lapping at her pussy lips. My body gave a judder as my especially sensitive pussy lips felt her tongue make contact. We set to work lapping at each others pussy lips and clits, already well-lubed by the combination of our arousals and the efforts of our fingers. My tongue slipped and slurped its way up and down her slimy, salty cunt lips and clit from top to bottom, over and over again. She repeated this with her own tongue. She was also the first of us to use her tongue to enwrap the other’s clit. Mine was sticking up, right out of its hood, proud and true and Natalie found no problem licking her way around it as if it were an ice cream cone. Not to be outdone I immediately began mimicking her movements.
“Mmm!” The noise escaped my lips as a result of her tonguing my love bud and served to make her intensify her efforts. She had her hands and arms encircle my thighs and pulled my crotch down even closer to her mouth in order to get more traction.
“That’s it! Keep that up!” I managed to momentarily break contact with her delicious clit in order to egg her on. Not that she needed it, but I’d needed to be able to vocalise the wonderful sensations she was inducing in me from tonguing my fanny. I was eager to pay her the same compliment and began stroking the outer edges of her pussy lips with the tips of my thumbs whilst my mouth focussed solely on her clit. I took it into my mouth and began to give it ‘head’, my head bobbing up and down on it, during the upward movements seeming to almost pull her clit right off her body. This she loved and there were more than a couple of times when she momentarily ceased her actions on my cunt to exclaim:
“Oooo! Mmm! Yes! Like that! Please keep doing that!”
“If you insist.” I thought and kept going. Soon our second grand crisis was upon us our screams of joy as our orgasms rumbled though our bodies from stem to stern were thoroughly muffled by each others’ mouths.
When we finished, I returned to her end of the bed and took her in my arms and cradled her.
“Oh is it going for you so far. Do you like it?” I asked.
“Much better than with Bobby.” She said, beaming with joy and basking in an intense post-orgasmic after-glow.
“And this time the batteries didn’t run out when it got to the good part.” I thought.
We lay together in each other’s arms for some time. Occasionally kissing, but generally not speaking.
“I think it’s time for ‘Big Richard’.” Natalie announced out of the blue after a few minutes lying in bed. Breaking my embrace she opened the bottom drawer of a chest of draws beside the bathroom door and from amongst the clothes in there she extracted a translucent red double-ended dildo. She held it at the juncture between the two, ends with the top portion flopping over.
“You don’t mind if we use this?” She asked.
“Of course not, bring it here.” I commanded. She hurried back to the bed as I rearranged the pillows and spread my legs. Natalie got on the bed and slowly, inch, by enchanting inch, eased the one end of the dildo into my love canal. It felt great, passing between my moist pussy lips and filling the inside of my vagina, almost as far as my cervix. God it felt great being there. She gently thrust it in and out of me a few times.
“Hold this will you?” She asked. I took hold of the shaft and she shifted around, entwining her legs with mine as she inched her way with her elbows until she was able to insert the other end in her own pussy.
“Oooo!” She cooed when it slipped into her own pussy. She then made a few further adjustments to her position, bringing our two cunts within a couple of inches of each other.
“Are you ready?” I asked with a broad smile on my lips.
“You bet!” She exclaimed and using our respective elbows as braces began rocking our hips to and fro. ‘Big Richard’ was certainly that. In addition to being long – at least eighteen inches from one set of glans to the other – it was around two inches in diameter and filled my pussy a treat. I loved bouncing upon it and my clit rubbed along its top just as the shaft rubbed my ever so sensitive pussy lining. What’s more, with our mouths free we were able to issue the most wonderful and arousing vocalisations, in concert with the sound of creaking bedsprings.
“Ohhh! Ahhh! Oooo! Mmm!” These poured forth from our mouths interspersed with the constant creaking and squeaking.
“I-Ahhh-hope there isn’t-Oooo-too many people in the adjoining rooms-Gasp!” I managed to say.
“There-Oooo-isn’t. They’re-Oh God-they’ve all gone-Oooo, Ahhh-gone home!” Natalie was farther gone than me. I therefore adjusted my position a little and turning my torso a little so that it was no longer flat on the mattress, but now at an angle. I supported myself with my elbow and forearm and gripped her bent fishnet-clad knee with my free hand and began to pull her towards me. This had the effect of me effectively impaling myself onto my end of the dildo more fully. Now it was touching my cervix. This action soon had me groaning, gasping and panting with each thrust and I knew that I’d caught Natalie up vis a vis my orgasm.
“Ohhh Natalie! Mmm! Mmm!”
“Are you-Ahhh-close?” She gasped. I didn’t respond at that point. My eyes were shut tight and my face was scrunched up as hers doubtless was as well.
“NATALIE!!” I cried as with a few quick gyrations of our hips I fell off the cliff and began to climax. My body shuddered and practically convulsed and my mouth issued all manner of sounds, most unintelligible with Natalie not far behind.
“OHHH SHITTT!!! NATALIEEEE!!!!” I shrieked.
“AHHH!!!” Was all Natalie could apparently manage.
We came down from this particular orgasmic high, much more slowly than the other two climaxes earlier in the evening. We just lay on the bed, my legs and feet one end, hers the other, panting and gulping in air.
“No wonder this kind of thing isn’t allowed in some US states.” I quipped when I was finally once more able to form coherent words and sentences. We both started laughing, the kind of wild, high-induced laughter that is seen when people inhale the contents of balloons containing nitrous-oxide. Slowly we inched ‘Big Richard’ out of our highly-sensitive and puckered pussies. Then like some erotic baguette we turned it around so that the end that had been in the other faced us. We then proceeded to lick both ends clean with our tongues. Lapping the slimy juices off and discarding it when we’d done so, we engaged in some passionate cum-kissing. We once more lay down on the bed in each other’s arms, tenderly kissing.
“This has certainly been a night to remember.” Natalie said.
“And it’s only just turned 11.00. I think there’s time for more before we go to sleep.” I said looking at my watch. We used ‘Big Richard’ twice more before the night was out in different positions before a final trip to the bathroom and we then fell asleep in each other’s arms with the duvet lying on the floor.
I was woken up by Lydia, disentangling herself from me.
“Hey babe, its time to get up.” She explained apologetically. I mumbled something by way of a reply before I opened my eyes and began rubbing them. My mouth was dry and somewhat parched, remedied by a half-full glass tumbler of water that Lydia handed me. I gratefully took it and drank it down in a couple of gulps. I then climbed out of the bed which was very comfortable. I helped Lydia tidy it and then followed her dutifully into the bathroom. After taking it in turns to freshen up we shared a lovely shower. The needles of warm water, waking me up. We lathered each of our bodies from head to toe with shower crème, lingering over each others breasts and backsides. When Lydia rubbed crème into my back and arse cheeks she followed it up by pressing her warm, smooth body against mine. I was only too happy to oblige and we held each other tight in a clinch as we faced each other. We tenderly kissed and as we lathered our respective pussies we soon found ourselves stroking each others’ soapy clits. The movements were slow and gentle. Just the tips of our fore & index fingers, held together, rubbing up and down like brush strokes, quickening our pace only when we shared a deep, satisfying mutual orgasm.
“AHHH!” We both cried out in chorus as we came together. After we climaxed, we finished showering and Lydia and I dried the other one off. We sat in the kitchen eating a hearty breakfast Lydia prepared, wearing nothing but a pair of bath towels, one around our hair, the other our bodies. When breakfast was finished I took my laundered clothes upstairs and packed them away in my backpack. After applying toiletries and dressing I was ready to leave. I would be sad to leave Lydia. Like the others I’d met I’d exchanged contact details with her, but unlike the others where it wouldn’t have been the end of the world if they didn’t get in touch, I was hoping that Lydia would. I found her in her living room, feet up on the sofa dressed in blue & white striped top, baggy navy-blue shorts that reached down almost to her knees & gloss nude tights, like those I’d worn to dinner yesterday. She had her hair up in a bun and wore a pair of horn-rimmed reading spectacles. She had her laptop appropriately enough on her lap, working away. I gently wrapped on the open door to gain her attention.
“I’m off now. I’d just like to say thanks. I had a great stay and I’ll be giving you a glowing review.” Somehow that just didn’t seem to cover it. She removed her glasses, set her computer down on the leather foot stool and in stockinged feet walked over to me. She embraced me as best she could with my backpack on and looked down at me.
“And I’d like to say that it was a pleasure having you.” Pun fully intended.
“When Mel & Joe get here, just tell them you ‘cum’ highly recommended by me.” I quipped back. Once more we shared a long, tender, sensual kiss and I tasted her subtly-flavoured lipstick or gloss.
I left the house and didn’t look back, though I did see some movement in the living room of the house next door. I guessed the occupant(s) had heard everything we’d been up to the previous night. I cheekily waved and smiled at them before pressing on. The weather was once more sunny and the puddles from yesterday’s storm had largely evaporated. I retraced my path past the Talbot Inn and across the picturesque toll bridge across the Thames and rejoined the path on the south bank. I had quite a way to go, following the meandering Thames…
Although I had seen the gleaming spires of Oxford from afar, the city just hit me all at once, first with some allotments and then a railway line. I left the Thames Path at Folly Bridge and walked via Abingdon Road to where I was staying, the aptly named Cambridge Terrace Home for Students. With the academic year having ended a couple of weeks earlier, the students of Oxford’s many colleges had gone home for the summer (or simply graduated) and the various halls of residence were available to hire as B & Bs. Cambridge Terrace was a fairly new looking building conveniently located for the shops and sights of the city. My room was quite small and utilitarian, with white-washed walls, with a kitchenette against one wall, a small computer desk and a small ensuite bathroom with a shower. The room was rounded out by queen-sized double-bed. Sitting heavily on the springy mattress I wondered how much ‘action’ it had gotten from the myriad hormonal students away from home for the first time. My plan was to stay in the city for the whole of Saturday before resuming my hike Sunday. What’s more, other than the ‘Jilling’ Lydia had given me in the shower that morning, I wasn’t intending to go looking for sex today, rather let my pussy have a break. That being said, if the opportunity presented itself came along…
Day 5 Saturday
When I awoke the next morning I decided to treat myself to a lie-in since I didn’t need to vacate the room until the next day. After unpacking the previous day I’d sent a text to one of my best friends, Andrea who lived in Oxford and I agreed to meet up with her and her lecturer husband Richard at their place that evening for drinks and a meal. We chatted about what had happened in our lives since our last encounter and of course, I told them about the purpose of my hike in quite racy details. So racy and detailed they were that I got the distinct impression that they weren’t that disappointed when I announced I was heading back to my digs. I was certain that the moment they closed the front door on me that they were racing upstairs to their bedroom to satiate their inflamed passions from listening to my lurid and lewd tales. Now lying in bed, very mildly hung over from all the wine I’d consumed with my friend and her ‘hubby’ I began to make my plans for the day. I suddenly heard the sound of the MGM Lion roaring which meant I’d received a WhatsApp text from someone. I blindly reached out for my phone and my hand seemed to find it. But something was wrong, it was smaller than I remembered and when I went to pick it up something gave a tug before it came. I sat up in bed, wiped my eyes and looked into my right hand. There was a phone in my hand that wasn’t mine! Mine was lying on one of the shelves above the wall the bed was pressed against. I’d instinctively reached out to something closer to my level as I would if I was in my own bed, in this case the window sill behind and to the right of me. I put he phone back on the sill next to the white charging cord snaking down to a power socket in the skirting board. I reached for my own smart-phone and saw I had a text from Mel. I opened it up and accompanying a caption which read “Wish you were here ;-)!” was a selfie taken by Joe showing him sitting up in a familiar-looking bed, naked with a grin on his face. Beside him, also in their birthday suits and sporting satisfying grins were Mel & Lydia. Well, well, well.
“You bet I do ;-)!” I texted back.
Putting my phone back on the shelf, I opened the blinds slightly and walked; pealing off the t-shirt and panties I’d worn to bed, into the bathroom to relieve myself and then shower. The shower wasn’t a patch on the one I’d had with Lydia for obvious reasons, but it was invigorating nevertheless. Towelling myself off my attention returned to the phone I’d discovered. I picked it up and stared at it and noticed it was still on. I could feel its warmth. Like mine, it wasn’t in a case, just a plain, flat black phone. After a little deliberation I pressed the button on the side taking it out of stand-by mode. The lock screen appeared showing two women in their early-20s, one white the other bi-racial. They were slim and wore t-shirts, baseball caps from which dark hair spilled, baggy cargo trousers and the photo ended at their shins so I couldn’t see their footwear. They had an arm around each other’s shoulders and were smiling for the photographer. Judging by the background showing multiple dancing people, it had been taken in a nightclub. I made a swipe with my fingertip along the screen and the menu screen appeared – same background photo. The icon indicating unheard voice mail messages was present and after a moment deliberating what to do I dialled the number for voice mail. I wasn’t asked for a pass code and the monotone voice said:
“You have 20 new messages. First message:” There then followed the customary ‘beep’.
“Bobby, this is Nat. Please, I know you’ve got my phone, please give it back. Please?” ‘Nat’s’ voice sounded desperate and I grew concerned. I had the feeling that all or most of these messages were the same. I played one or two more which seemed to confirm my hypothesis. From the messages it appeared that Bobby and Nat had been a couple and broken up. Bobby had kept Nat’s phone and included on it were photos and a video. You didn’t need a filthy mind like mine to guess they were ‘intimate’ photos and videos.
I put the phone down on the windowsill and resolved not to get involved. I’d hand it in to the lost property office downstairs and that would be that, hoping nobody would ask about played voice mail messages. I dressed and popped to a nearby ‘greasy spoon’ café and treated myself to a Full English Breakfast. But as I ate my mind kept going back to the phone and what was on there. I decided that one little peak wouldn’t hurt, after all, I had listened to a couple of her voice mails. After breakfast I returned to the flat and picked up the phone.
“Do it do it. Just a peak.” I said to myself and took the phone out of stand-by and brought up the menu screen. It took a few minutes but I found the photos. There were at least fifty of them. Many of them were innocent enough. But I soon found that there were some interesting ones in there and to my pleasant surprise, they were of Natalie and the other girl from the lock screen photo. So Bobby was a girl. ‘Roberta’ perhaps? The ‘juicy’ photos showed the two girls, either in various states of undress, naked, or modelling lingerie. Their bodies were slim, athletic and with curvy buttocks and slightly hairy pussies. Their bosoms weren’t much to ‘write home about’ but they certainly weren’t flat-chested. Then there was the video. It was about 20 minutes long. I played it as I sat on the edge of the bed. When it began I saw the white girl from the lock screen, stark naked in this very room she’d clearly just switched the video recorder on and was placing the phone in a suitable spot to show the bed. I quickly identified it. The image was a little hazy as the main light was off. Only a small neon one, about a foot long, situated above the hob was on. The white girl climbed into bed just as the sound of a toilet being flushed could be heard. The bathroom door opened and closed and the bi-racial girl hoved into view, naked save for a pair of black fishnet hold-ups and a pair of heels. She kicked the heels off and adjusting the built-in garters at the top of her nylons climbed into bed. She lay atop the other girl and they started kissing, their hands wandering over their smooth, slim bodies.
“Wait a minute, the light, I’ll switch it off.” The girl in fishnets said and started to break away from her lover’s grasp.
“Leave it Natalie. I want to see you while we fuck.” I guessed that ‘Bobby’ had set the camera up so that it couldn’t be seen and that ‘Natalie’ wasn’t aware her own phone was being used to record their tryst. I did wonder why Bobby hadn’t used her own phone, but it did explain why she’d kept it after their break-up.
Natalie seemed persuaded and enthusiastically resumed kissing Bobby. Their kisses were mainly slobbering in nature and a smacking noise seem to emanate from their conjoined mouths. Their hands continually caressed their bodies as they kissed and every so often little moans escaped from their mouths as they became increasingly aroused. Eventually their fingers found their mounds and playfully twirled pubes around with their fingers as if playing with their head hair.
“Oh, Bobby.” Natalie would breathlessly say between kisses.
“Natalie, Natalie.” Bobby would reciprocate. This went on for a few minutes before their fingers each found a clit to play with and they began doing just that. In contrast to the way Lydia and I had caressed our clits in the shower yesterday morning, these girls seemed to just be going for a record.
“Mmm! Oooo!” They would intone. Soon they were making a ’pinching’ motion with the forefingers and thumbs as the latter rubbed their clits and the former was inserted into their sopping wet cunts. I found myself getting a little moist and breathless myself at what I was seeing and found my free hand wandering down to my crotch.
“NATALIE I’M CUMMINNNGGG!” Bellowed Bobby. Natalie’s reply was merely an exultant cry of ecstasy as she too came. Their orgasm had barely subsided, or so it would appear before, following some kissing and fondling Natalie manoeuvred herself around so that her feet were facing the headboard. She then settled her body back down onto Bobby’s and began lapping at Bobby’s pussy. I guessed that just as Natalie was doing this, Bobby was returning the favour. The 69 had barely begun when the video ended.
“Bollocks! It was just getting good!” I angrily declared and threw the phone onto the bed as if it were its fault. I stood up and began pacing the room, trying to decide what to do. Finally with the morning going I reached a decision. I picked the phone back up and searching the call log I dialled the most recent number on the phone. The same number had at least 30 different entries.
“Hello, Bobby is that you?” Natalie’s voice sounded both worried and relieved at the same time.
“Sorry, my name is Linda.”
“Who are you, what are you doing with my phone? Did you find it?” Natalie’s voice sounded fraught.
“Relax. I’m a tourist, staying in a room in one of the halls of residence and I found your phone and thinking it was mine accidentally played back a voice mail.” It was essentially the truth. I just left a few things out.
“I see.” Her voice had gone quiet.
“Listen if you’re not doing anything tonight I can give you your phone back then. I’d do it sooner but I’ve got things to do, only I’m only here for one full day.” I know, it was naughty of me. By rights I should have arranged to meet her sooner, but damn it, I wanted time to talk to her. Reassure her, and yes, if she was up for it, ball her.”
“I don’t know anything about you.” She said, perfectly reasonably.
“I’ve got an idea I replied.” I rang off, picked up my own phone and after taking a selfie I phoned her back on my own phone after texting her my picture.
“You’re very pretty.” She acknowledged when we continued our call.
“Do you know the Head of the River pub?” I asked.
“I know it. It’s very close to Bobby, my ex’s digs.”
“Good. How does 7.30 sound?” I asked, not giving her a chance to realise from where I was calling, lest she suggest coming around to collect her phone there and then.
“It sounds okay. I’m not got anything else on.”
“Great. Oh and dress up in something classy if you can, only I’m dying to try out a new dress I bought.”
“Okay, 7.30.” She replied, hope and optimism in her voice that something that was a nightmare to her might soon be over. As I ended the call I vowed that I wouldn’t take advantage of her. Despite my desire to screw her, I wouldn’t push the issue, but rather be a shoulder to cry on if she needed. Sex, if it happened at all would be a bonus and nothing more. Though that did mean my stay in Oxford would probably be sex-free.
I of course had lied to Natalie about wanting to try out a new dress. I hadn’t packed anything formal or ‘classy’ when I embarked on my hike, hence why I’d had to borrow a dress and lace undies from Lydia the other night. I had a plan for the dress and put in a quick call to Andrea who was the same height and build as me and asked if I could borrow one of her dresses.
“That shouldn’t be a problem. Out on the pull tonight I take it?” She teased.
“Maybe.” I replied.
“Okay, but you’ve got to promise to share all the juicy details with Dick and me if you manage to get lucky.” She instructed. After agreeing a time to come and pick up one of her dresses. I resumed my plan for the day. The rest of the morning and early afternoon were spent taking in the sights of Oxford. I visited Oxford Castle – little more than a stone keep on a mound, walked through the gardens of Christ Church College, the Bodleian Library and looked out at the beautiful panoramic view of the city and surrounding countryside from the top of St. Mary the Virgin University Church. A plan to take a guided tour entitled ‘Morse’s Oxford’ relating to parts of Oxford featured in the ‘Inspector Morse’ novels and TV shows had to be shelved as I needed to do some shopping before going to Andrea’s. I had a light lunch of some granary toast with plenty of yellow salty butter, washed down by a Cappuccino in one of the many branches of Costa Coffee in the city and then hit the shops. I stopped in the massive Blackwell’s Bookshop with its massive ‘Norrington Room’ in the basement. I came out of there with a copy of a book entitled ‘From Source to Sea’ by a man who’d walked the Thames as the title suggested from its source, all the way to the North Sea. I then made a beeline for the stores that sold underwear and lingerie in the city. I ended up buying an off-white lace bra and thong panty set and a pair of off-white crotchless fishnet tights. These were essentially a pair of fishnet stockings with a built in fishnet suspender-belt and an elasticated waste. I stopped off at Andrea & Richards’ on the way back to the room and borrowed a cherry-coloured, short-sleeved mini-dress with a round neck. This was finished off with matching heels of Andrea’s and a strapless handbag.
“I’ll drop these off tomorrow before I leave town.” I promised as I was leaving their house.
“And don’t forget to tell us all about it, in detail. You’ve no idea how much fun we had last night after hearing about your last lot of escapades.” Andrea added.
For the second time that day I stepped into the shower in my room and let the water play over me. It was around 6.00 when I stepped into it. Approximately 20 minutes later I stepped out of the shower, dripping wet of course from head to toe and began to dry myself. I took my time about it, using a hair brush in concert with a hairdryer that came with the room. Next I applied make-up from a small travel kit I bought in the main branch of Boots in the city as well as a small ampoule of perfume. Among the items and inspired by Lydia, I’d bought some flavoured lip-gloss. Next I put on the clothes. I removed the labels from the bra & panties and tried them on. Thankfully my size-judging skills hadn’t atrophied with my hike and I followed it up with the nylons. I carefully ‘liberated’ them from the packaging and let them unravel before me. I put my arms through each leg and bunched them up. There then followed the tricky part. Normally when putting on tights, one starts with the toes and ultimately pulls them up to the waste. In this case as the legs were only held on by small sections of fishnet nylon, I balled up each leg and stuck my toes into each, making sure the waistband was over my ankles and then proceeded to work the nylons up my legs until they reached my knees, whereupon I stood up and worked them up by both the waistband and the tops of each leg. I felt relieved when the waistband was nestling just below my belly-button and then made the necessary adjustments to straighten them. Finally it was time for the dress and the heels to be added to my ensemble. I put my hair in a ‘fountain-top’ and did a little twirl in front of a full-length mirror. For my part I thought I looked great. My fishnet-clad legs looked sensational, their curves accentuated and their pallor heightened. I grabbed Andrea’s handbag, making sure that Natalie’s phone was in there along with my own and left the room.
It was only a few minutes walk to the Head of the River and I saw Natalie sitting on a sloping brick wall beside a concrete ramp which led down to the pub’s beer garden. She was swinging her legs back and fore in the air as she waited. She was quite stunning in the flesh and on that sunny, summer evening my heart skipped a beat. She wore a sleeveless flowery dress. Red was the predominant colour and the skirt portion was pleated and came down mid-thigh. It had quite a high collar, almost a choker and the outfit was completed by a pair of open-toed heeled shoes. Sadly she appeared to be bare-legged, no trace of hosiery. Her hair was sc****d back into a bun, though she had two long locks of hair dangle down in front of each ear as far as her jaw. She was staring idly ahead of her and it wasn’t until I’d started down the ramp towards her that she noticed me. She smiled nervously at me and dropped down onto the ground as I sidled up to her.
“Natalie?” I asked as if I needed to.
“And you must be Linda.” She replied. She held out a hand, but I opted instead to give her hug and kiss each cheek French style which she reciprocated.
“Mwah, mwah.”
“Let’s go get a drink and something to eat. Would you like to eat outside or in the pub?” I asked.
“Inside would be better.” She suggested and fell into step beside me. The tap room of the Head of the River had bare brick walls and shelf-units straight from IKEA, packed with books. The place was half-empty, it was early and many people were outside in the beer garden and finding a secluded table was easy.
“Everything’s on me.” I declared. After studying the menu, we made our selections – I would have a Caesar Salad & Natalie opted for Ragout of tomato, sweet potato, chick pea & red k**ney beans. I returned from the bar carrying a sliver tray on which was a bottle of red wine and two medium-sized wine glasses. As I set them down on the table I suddenly realised that she may not like wine. Natalie assured me that she did.
I sat opposite at a high table with chairs that left our feet dangle.
“You look very beautiful. Even more so in the flesh, your photo doesn’t do you justice.” Natalie opined.
“Well thank you. But bear in mind I was just in my day clothes. I’ve scrubbed up for tonight.” I poured wine into both glasses and we clinked glasses.
“Cheers.” We both toasted. Natalie took a very large gulp of hers.
“Do you have it, my phone I mean?” She asked.
“Can I just check that this is yours?” I pulled her phone from Andrea’s bag, making sure first that it was hers & not mine.
“Why wouldn’t you think its mine?” She asked.
“I’ve seen some of the pictures, and the video.” I replied. She looked aghast at this.
“And I can’t help but wonder, if Bobby was the one who secretly recorded the two of you fucking without your knowledge or consent as it appears, why use your phone, not hers? “
“Hers was out of action at the time and I guess she always intended to transfer it to hers. The phone you contacted me on by the way is a burner I bought as a temporary measure until/unless I could get mine back.”
“Alright, I’ll bring up your contacts list and ask you for a phone number you know. If it matches the entry on the list, I’ll assume it’s yours.” So desperate was she to reclaim her phone that she agreed. I asked her for her parents’ phone number and she gave it to me. I then handed over the phone to her which she was greatly relieved. She eagerly took the phone and after somehow verifying the photos and video hadn’t been copied, promptly deleted them all and pocketed the phone. The relief on her face was palpable and she drained her glass of wine whilst mine was barely touched.
Our food came and we ate and drank in silence. The meal was excellent and after our plates had been taken away and we’d both imbibed at least two full glasses – as ever I had to watch what I drank due to my hike - the conversation flowed.
“Do you want to talk about it? It might be easy talking to a complete stranger. Who was she, Bobby I mean? Clearly you were lovers.” I asked.
“I met her two years ago, a few weeks into Michaelmas term at a club called the Plush Lounge which is a popular Gay & Lesbian bar here in town. We hit it off straightaway and became lovers. She’s an American, a year older than me studying English Literature at Wadham College whilst I was a first year Classics student at Trinity. We were great together.”
“Let me guess. She was a year older and American you say. She graduated and decided to go home, leaving you in the lurch?” Natalie nodded.
“And there was the business with the video on it. I only caught that by accident. I went to her rooms and we were chatting. I plugged my phone in the charger as we talked. One thing led to another and I found out about the video from her, obviously I knew about the photos. She also picked then to say she was leaving and after we started arguing she promptly threw me out of the room, my phone still inside.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Life’s tough. Now me, I’m 26 and I’ve never had either a boy or girlfriend.”
“Really?” Natalie was shocked.
“Nope, 'friends with benefits’, fuck-buddies and countless one-night stands, but nothing serious or long-term, at least not yet. Was Bobby your first?” I allowed myself another half-glass of wine as I awaited her reply.
“First? Oh, you mean was I virgin before, yes.”
“If it’s any consolation there’ll be other special people in your life. Then it’ll be ‘Bobby who?’” I said.
“Well now that I’ve got the phone back I can go home to my family in Bristol and try and enjoy my summer break before I come back here for my final year. I don’t know what kind of summer I’d have had if not for you.”
“That’s okay. And don’t worry. I didn’t copy any of the things from your phone. I had a lover once who secretly filmed us and they were going to put it on a revenge-porn site. But I managed to sort it out. Bottom line, I’d never do that to someone else.”
“There are some shitty people around.” Natalie concurred.
“For the record and I hope I’m not speaking out of turn, but I thought the video, and the photos of you were pretty hot.”
“You into girls then?” Natalie asked.
“That’s right, boys to. Can I give you some advice? Don’t jump into another relationship just yet. Play the field, sleep around. It’s the 21st century, as long as you’re sensible and safe.” Natalie seemed to be in agreement.
“When should I start? When I get back to Bristol, or next term when I’m back here?”
“Well you know there’s no time like the present.” I reached a hand out and gently laid it on hers. She didn’t move hers or otherwise object.
“It’ll have to be my place though. Your room has too many memories.” She said, by way of agreement. We finished our current glasses of wine and after collecting our things I followed Natalie out of the pub.
Her digs were in a house, converted into several studio flats. It wasn’t that big with a sofa bed which Natalie had set up for the night. I wondered if she set it up in advance because she knew how tonight was going to go?
“Nice place.” I remarked, making no attempt to sound convincing.
“No, it’s shit alright. You can say it.” Natalie said as she drew the curtains across the two sets of windows at either end of the room. The walls were painted powder-blue with a kitchen stretching across one corner and a door directly opposite the sofa-bed through which was the bathroom, well shower room. Natalie had put on a single bedside lamp instead of the main ceiling light. It created a warm, ambient tone, which through shadows on the room. Natalie kicked off her shoes and hung up her handbag.
“Make yourself comfortable.” She turned to go into the bathroom, but before she could I’d taken a hold of one of her hands and gently spun her around so that she literally twirled into my arms like a dancer. We embraced and a long, lingering kiss ensued. I applied all the tricks I’d learnt a couple of nights earlier in Lydia’s arms and it seemed to earn me ‘brownie points’ with Natalie. As we kissed Natalie straddled my thigh, pressing and grinding her clit against it. After we ended the kiss, the near breathless Natalie stepped into the bathroom and I heard the sound of a light clicking on. I immediately launched into action, removing all my clothes bar the fishnets and bundling them up on a leather executive chair in front of a writing desk containing a spotlight and her laptop. I tried to adopt a nonchalant pose as the toilet flushed. Natalie emerged from the toilet naked with her hair down.
“Wow.” She exclaimed upon seeing my near-naked form.
“Ditto.” I said smiling. I walked over to her and we kissed again. When the kiss broke I disappeared into the bathroom with my handbag. I peed and cleaned my teeth with a travel-toothbrush. I wanted my breath to be minty fresh.
When I returned to the main room, the duvet had been pulled back and Natalie lay resplendent upon it, wearing a pair of black fishnet hold-ups, perhaps the same pair as from the video.
“So you wouldn’t feel overdressed. You approve?” She asked. My response took the form of me positively sprinting to the bed and climbing on it. For the next few minutes we were a bundle of female nakedness. Rolling about on the bed, hands running across our bodies and hair, kissing and fondling, almost like in the video. As with that we each eventually found a ‘Mons Veneris” and began stroking pussies. I shuddered with pleasure from the sensations her fingertips bestowed upon me.
“Ohhh Natalie.” I softy called into her ear as I held her tightly to me with my free hand. I seemed to be having a not dissimilar effect on her as she moaned and mewled with passion at my touch. The gentle caresses of our earlier mutual-‘Jilling’ however soon gave way to my energetic and frantic efforts as the tingling sensations from our tender clits spurred us on until our first climax of the evening washed over us like a rolling wave. Long after our orgasms had subsided we remained locked together, kissing and cuddling.
“That was great. Better than anything Bobby could do for me.” Natalie declared.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I countered. I was lying on top of Natalie so I felt it was for me to initiate the next movement. I began to rotate my body around so that my head and hers were at opposite ends of the bed. My face was poised mere inches above her pussy, I could smell its deliciously aroused odour wafting up into my nostrils, an odour every bit as delectable in its own way as the most expensive perfume.
I bent my head down and began lapping at her pussy lips. My body gave a judder as my especially sensitive pussy lips felt her tongue make contact. We set to work lapping at each others pussy lips and clits, already well-lubed by the combination of our arousals and the efforts of our fingers. My tongue slipped and slurped its way up and down her slimy, salty cunt lips and clit from top to bottom, over and over again. She repeated this with her own tongue. She was also the first of us to use her tongue to enwrap the other’s clit. Mine was sticking up, right out of its hood, proud and true and Natalie found no problem licking her way around it as if it were an ice cream cone. Not to be outdone I immediately began mimicking her movements.
“Mmm!” The noise escaped my lips as a result of her tonguing my love bud and served to make her intensify her efforts. She had her hands and arms encircle my thighs and pulled my crotch down even closer to her mouth in order to get more traction.
“That’s it! Keep that up!” I managed to momentarily break contact with her delicious clit in order to egg her on. Not that she needed it, but I’d needed to be able to vocalise the wonderful sensations she was inducing in me from tonguing my fanny. I was eager to pay her the same compliment and began stroking the outer edges of her pussy lips with the tips of my thumbs whilst my mouth focussed solely on her clit. I took it into my mouth and began to give it ‘head’, my head bobbing up and down on it, during the upward movements seeming to almost pull her clit right off her body. This she loved and there were more than a couple of times when she momentarily ceased her actions on my cunt to exclaim:
“Oooo! Mmm! Yes! Like that! Please keep doing that!”
“If you insist.” I thought and kept going. Soon our second grand crisis was upon us our screams of joy as our orgasms rumbled though our bodies from stem to stern were thoroughly muffled by each others’ mouths.
When we finished, I returned to her end of the bed and took her in my arms and cradled her.
“Oh is it going for you so far. Do you like it?” I asked.
“Much better than with Bobby.” She said, beaming with joy and basking in an intense post-orgasmic after-glow.
“And this time the batteries didn’t run out when it got to the good part.” I thought.
We lay together in each other’s arms for some time. Occasionally kissing, but generally not speaking.
“I think it’s time for ‘Big Richard’.” Natalie announced out of the blue after a few minutes lying in bed. Breaking my embrace she opened the bottom drawer of a chest of draws beside the bathroom door and from amongst the clothes in there she extracted a translucent red double-ended dildo. She held it at the juncture between the two, ends with the top portion flopping over.
“You don’t mind if we use this?” She asked.
“Of course not, bring it here.” I commanded. She hurried back to the bed as I rearranged the pillows and spread my legs. Natalie got on the bed and slowly, inch, by enchanting inch, eased the one end of the dildo into my love canal. It felt great, passing between my moist pussy lips and filling the inside of my vagina, almost as far as my cervix. God it felt great being there. She gently thrust it in and out of me a few times.
“Hold this will you?” She asked. I took hold of the shaft and she shifted around, entwining her legs with mine as she inched her way with her elbows until she was able to insert the other end in her own pussy.
“Oooo!” She cooed when it slipped into her own pussy. She then made a few further adjustments to her position, bringing our two cunts within a couple of inches of each other.
“Are you ready?” I asked with a broad smile on my lips.
“You bet!” She exclaimed and using our respective elbows as braces began rocking our hips to and fro. ‘Big Richard’ was certainly that. In addition to being long – at least eighteen inches from one set of glans to the other – it was around two inches in diameter and filled my pussy a treat. I loved bouncing upon it and my clit rubbed along its top just as the shaft rubbed my ever so sensitive pussy lining. What’s more, with our mouths free we were able to issue the most wonderful and arousing vocalisations, in concert with the sound of creaking bedsprings.
“Ohhh! Ahhh! Oooo! Mmm!” These poured forth from our mouths interspersed with the constant creaking and squeaking.
“I-Ahhh-hope there isn’t-Oooo-too many people in the adjoining rooms-Gasp!” I managed to say.
“There-Oooo-isn’t. They’re-Oh God-they’ve all gone-Oooo, Ahhh-gone home!” Natalie was farther gone than me. I therefore adjusted my position a little and turning my torso a little so that it was no longer flat on the mattress, but now at an angle. I supported myself with my elbow and forearm and gripped her bent fishnet-clad knee with my free hand and began to pull her towards me. This had the effect of me effectively impaling myself onto my end of the dildo more fully. Now it was touching my cervix. This action soon had me groaning, gasping and panting with each thrust and I knew that I’d caught Natalie up vis a vis my orgasm.
“Ohhh Natalie! Mmm! Mmm!”
“Are you-Ahhh-close?” She gasped. I didn’t respond at that point. My eyes were shut tight and my face was scrunched up as hers doubtless was as well.
“NATALIE!!” I cried as with a few quick gyrations of our hips I fell off the cliff and began to climax. My body shuddered and practically convulsed and my mouth issued all manner of sounds, most unintelligible with Natalie not far behind.
“OHHH SHITTT!!! NATALIEEEE!!!!” I shrieked.
“AHHH!!!” Was all Natalie could apparently manage.
We came down from this particular orgasmic high, much more slowly than the other two climaxes earlier in the evening. We just lay on the bed, my legs and feet one end, hers the other, panting and gulping in air.
“No wonder this kind of thing isn’t allowed in some US states.” I quipped when I was finally once more able to form coherent words and sentences. We both started laughing, the kind of wild, high-induced laughter that is seen when people inhale the contents of balloons containing nitrous-oxide. Slowly we inched ‘Big Richard’ out of our highly-sensitive and puckered pussies. Then like some erotic baguette we turned it around so that the end that had been in the other faced us. We then proceeded to lick both ends clean with our tongues. Lapping the slimy juices off and discarding it when we’d done so, we engaged in some passionate cum-kissing. We once more lay down on the bed in each other’s arms, tenderly kissing.
“This has certainly been a night to remember.” Natalie said.
“And it’s only just turned 11.00. I think there’s time for more before we go to sleep.” I said looking at my watch. We used ‘Big Richard’ twice more before the night was out in different positions before a final trip to the bathroom and we then fell asleep in each other’s arms with the duvet lying on the floor.
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