On new ground.

[JackJonesHull]

This was new ground. Very new. Not even the same country as she had spent all her time. A different continent in fact. He'd joked about jet lag, or it seemed a joke when he said it but her every thought had turned to mush through total exhaustion brought on by being in a timezone so far ahead of the one she had woken up in just two days before.

 

It had clearly effected him too. Usually their travels were marked by acts of extreme sexual hedonism, but neither of them had excelled themselves since the wheels of the, amusingly branded, Virgin Atlantic Airbus A380 had landed at London Heathrow the previous morning.

 

The decision had been made to travel to Europe, to England, to ground he knew best. They had public indecency charges waiting for them in all five States they had been in, possibly another after a quick reminder of how reckless they could be when changing planes at Washington Dulles resulted in her being fucked in the back of the terminal Borders, her panties clamped between her teeth to dampen her moans for passers by.

 

From that moment to this only three snatched moments suggested that they were anything but average, every day boring adults. A knee shaking entry into the Mile High club marked a mid Atlantic moment, repeated when crossing over the Irish coast and into Europe just before landing. A rushed crossing of London by train to catch another train north from that teeming metropolis only underlined how truly tired they were then. To keep her awake he had dragged her into the oversized train toilets and brought her back to life by licking and teasing her until her juices ran down his chin. She remembered stepping off the train but everything after that was a blur or a blank.

 

She was warm, naked but warm. The sheets were crisp and warmed by bodies. Her eyes fluttered open to be greeted by a cookie cutter hotel room. The curtains were open ànd a bag of warm smelling croissants sat on the table by the bed. A steaming cup of coffee sat there too, the lid laid alongside it. She shifted in the bed and saw his silhouette in the window watching the view beyond. He'd clearly been out to grab breakfast but he was naked again, his clothes discarded over the chair back by his side.

 

He was planning on coming back to bed obviously but something outside was distracting him and slowing the return. Her curiousity got the better of her and she slid from under the warm covers. Her bare feet silently carried her to his side. Beyond the window was a huge brown river, seagoing ships were moving on its surface. But, seemingly just across the road, were immense wind turbines, one stood there slowly moving and others being loaded from the docks. It was this he was watching.

 

She slid in front of him, grabbing his attention immediately. Of that there was no doubt. He was suddenly hard against her naked ass. She smiled to herself and jiggled against him. The hardness became more so and pushed against her. Any last vestiges of tiredness vanished from her as she leaned forward, her left hand onto the glass, and she rubbed against him. Her right hand was between her legs separating her pussy lips. There was no encouragement needed clearly as the head of his cock met her fingers there, nuzzling against her. She felt herself soak inside and gently pushed back. He returned her by sliding firmly into her with one long thrust, feeling so deep she could feel the thrust in her chest. They grasped the moment like a****ls, pushing against each other, thrusting mutually. Before they knew it she was across the table her legs against his shoulders, her hands hanging on around his head as he fucked her as hard as he could. Her head was filled with the feeling of his hardness thumping into her, a jackhammer of desperation nailing her to the tabletop. She saw stars as her world exploded, every sense blinded but for the tightness in her pussy as she exploded around him grabbing his cock tight. It was all he needed as her grip ***d him to cum hard inside her. The burn of the jet of semen forcing her deeper into the moment.

 

But the moment was not over. He slid out of her, sat her up, stood her and laid her back over the table. His fingertips rubbed into her scooping their mixed juices. She glanced over her shoulder in time to see him rub those juices over his still engorged sex. She bit her lip in anticipation of what might be coming. Then she knew as she felt his thumb tip rub between her ass cheeks. More cum was eased inside her ass by the thumb, then she gasped as his cum soaked hardness slid between her waiting cheeks. She pushed up against the table, her diamond hard nipples skating on the table top as he rode her to a second mutual climax. Her pussy running with her cum and her ass jetting with his as he still slid in and out with abandon. "Oh FUCK!!" She screamed as another wave of ecstasy carried her upwards. He slapped her ass so hard she filled with cum again.

 

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Somehow the day passed whilst they laid in bed, mostly napping, recovering from the travelling and other, more thrilling, activities. The croissants were only going to support them for so long. Inevitably they were going to actually get dressed and leave the room. They stirred at the same time restless for something beyond the walls.

 

"Show me something different!" She jokily demanded.

He grinned back "How a bit of very fresh air?" Was the reply. "Bring something warm!"

 

Shortly they were flying through the countryside. There were a great deal fewer straight roads in East Yorkshire than generally in the US, of that she was convinced. He drove with a slight smile and a frequent gear change. It was hard to decide whether the journey was exhilarating or terrifying. The flimsy seatbelt inevitably did little but seperate her boobs, the boobs were bouncing almost more than the car which made for an interesting sensation with the start to the day still clearly in mind.

 

"I'm sorry about this!" She apologized nodding at the rather obvious hardening of her nipples.

He smiled in reply"knock yourself out!"

 

The journey continued as she squeezed her own left nipple hard at the same time as unbuttoning her pants and sliding her hand inside. She knew he'd be following her actions whilst still driving onward. She found the hard button of her sex and rubbed either side, gently nipping it between the moving fingertips. She had made herself gasp. There was no question that the excitement of earlier was remaining. She could smell hot cum as soon as her fingers slid between her pussy lips, the thought of it caused her to gush on her fingers. She slid two fingers inside, her thumb pushing on her clitoris, and took her own pleasure. Her head was down, her eyes shut, as she replayed on the inside of her eyelids him burying his rock hard cock into her again and again. The climax shocked her with its intensity, her whole body shook, her breath was tagged and desperate. The front of her pants, the whole seat, was soaked with her juices.

 

She glanced over and discovered the car was stopped and he was watching her. Watching her, fingers still inside her own pussy, as he stroked his uncovered erect manhood. They locked eyes and she sensed him rubbing faster, more vigorously, continuing the mastubation instigated by her own fingering. She saw his neck tense and his focus change and, almost u*********sly, released her seat belt and leaned over him. Her lips touched his cock as he ejaculated a long stream, a jet of hot cum which hit the back of her throat. The saltiness somehow sweet on her tongue. She swallowed swiftly, grabbed his seat recline and pulled her own wet trousers free as she plunged herself astride him. The feeling of his hardness against her inflamed sex spread out so it felt like he was rubbing against all of her. She exploded again causing him to cum again, but still they tore at each other, still they ground against each other. They lost themselves again. He lifted her shirt and dragged her bra cup down, biting softly, sucking a nipple. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head tight to her chest. She orgasmed a third time as she felt his fingernails dig into the back of her shoulder. Neither of them seemed to be satisfied. They both wanted more. They took it until they no longer had the energy.

 

Later, as they say regaining strength, it became apparent that they weren't in any state to be out in public. Both only had upper bodies covered, the trousers and underwear soaked from glorious  fucking. Clearly the days adventure outdoors was over and they should probably return to the hotel.