Donna does Oz part 4
I made my way to the nightclub after slipping away from the
gala dinner. There was no sign of Franca and her friend.
I walked around the club a couple of times but still no sign.
It was 10.30pm; I would give them until 11.00pm and then
return to the hotel. I heard a voice behind me, “You look
as if you are looking for someone.” I turned around and saw
a very attractive young Italian/Greek woman. “I’ve been
watching you for a while, ” she continued, “you can talk
to me if you want whilst you are waiting.” She was dark, curly
haired, quite tall, wearing a blouse that showed off not
only her huge breasts and nipples but huge, round aureole.
She was wearing a very form fitting skirt and high, strappy
stiletto shoes.
We talked at the end of the bar. I told Gina that I was English,
based in New Zealand, married with three kids, and was in
Adelaide for a conference. She was born of Italian parents
in Australia, was also married and had a couple of sons.
She was a fashion designer but over the past few years she
had realised that she and her husband were growing in different
directions and they had separated, leaving her with custody
of the boys. However, primarily for the sake of the boys,
the relationship with her husband had remained amicable.
She suggested that we dance and after a while the music slowed.
I put my hands on her hips and she put her hands around my neck,
kissing me briefly on the mouth.
My cock was swelling and
I was interested to see her reaction. I kissed her and her
mouth opened, tongues now moving between each others’
mouths. I pulled her close to me, her crotch against mine;
she reciprocated the pressure. She pulled our mouths apart,
“Can I make you coffee, ” she suggested, “the boys are staying
this weekend with their father.”
Less than half an hour later I was laying, my head on a beanbag,
in the lounge of Gina’s townhouse in a very upmarket suburb,
bourbon and coke in hand; Gina was snuggled up to me. We chatted
about everything until the early hours. I felt her unbuttoning
my shirt and caressing my chest; soon she had my shirt wide
open and was caressing my nipples and stomach. I reciprocated
by unbuttoning her blouse and releasing those magnificent
breasts. I cupped one with my hand and squeezed until it
looked about to burst and then firmly fondled it; she clearly
enjoyed what I was doing. I then slid down her body and sucked
a very swollen nipple into my mouth, working it with my lips
and tongue. She obviously had very sensitive breasts.
I then rubbed the whiskers of my stubbly face from breast
to breast, intermittently licking and sucking them. She
was giggling, her eyes were closed and her head was going
from side to side, totally enjoying the sensations. Finally
she moaned for me to stop as her breasts were getting so tender.
I laid on my back and she rested her head on my bare stomach,
I guessed looking at the very obvious bulge in my trousers;
almost immediately she was unbuckling my belt and pulling
down the zip. She pulled my cock free and I felt her hand firmly
working the shaft; instantly I felt her lips close around
the head and she started to fellate, sucking greedily and
loudly. She obviously was very experienced and was enjoying
every second.
After a few minutes I told her that I wanted to fuck her. “I
warn you now that I will not cum, ” she stated. I asked why
and she replied that she had not orgasmed during sex since
before her last son was born seven years earlier.
Within seconds we were both naked on the carpet, her thighs
over my shoulders, and I was sucking her pussy, looking
over her stomach at those tumultuous breasts. Her pussy
was already very wet and her head was moving from side to
side, her hands pulling my head close to her. Amazingly
three hours ago we had not met yet here she was now totally
surrendering herself to me. I moved up her body, her legs
opening wide. I kissed her stomach, the lower part of her
rib cage, pausing on those breasts until I continued on
to her shoulders and mouth. Her legs were wide open. My cock
found its own way to her pussy, the very wets lips opening
around it. I felt her briefly pause as it entered and then
she totally relaxed as it penetrated deep inside her.
I
started to pump her. Her first orgasm came rather quietly
and I continued to pump. Her second orgasm was totally different
with her entire body threshing as I started to shoot my load
inside her. She was screaming and laughing. She was biting
my mouth and tongue. Her hands were gripping my buttocks,
pulling me into her, her legs encircling me and pulling
tightly to her. Slowly she subsided and we both relaxed.
I was probing her mouth gently with my tongue; she opened
her mouth wide and moved her tongue, from side to side, giving
me full access and being totally submissive.
“Wow, that was something new, ” she indicated a little
later. “Would you like to go for the big prize?” I asked her
what she meant. “Well, ” she went on, “we’ve travelled
clear across the lounge.” I looked down. She was right,
in my enthusiasm I had fucked her from one side of the lounge
to the other. “The prize?” she asked, “To repeat that performance
but this time in bed?” I agreed, and, holding my cock in her
hand, she led me to the bedroom.
She orgasmed more that night and she similarly made sure
that I was well satisfied. When I awoke it was daylight but
there was no sign to be seen of her; however, I could hear
her busying in the kitchen. A few minutes later she was at
the doorway, tray in hand.
“Oh, you have finally awoke, ”
she joked, “I thought that you needed something to restore
all that energy.” She was wearing a very feminine nightdress,
showing plenty of her very ample cleavage, and was barefoot.
She was carrying a very full tray with fresh fruit, yoghourt,
toast, preserves and coffee; in addition, there was a solitary
rose in a vase. She put the tray across my lap, and, climbing
back into bed and pulled her nightdress over her head so
that she again totally nude. We ate breakfast and chatted
about our so much different lives. Then we fucked some more,
showered, and then she drove me back to the hotel.
At the hotel reception Gina kissed me on the mouth, passed
me her business card and was gone. Turning around I bumped
into my colleagues from the conference; there were smiles
and knowing looks as we bade our farewells and I made my way
to my room.