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Just Sara
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Just Sara For Sara...Just Sara.. Arriving at the Castlegar airport, the unreality of my trip kept me off guard. The people were nice, and I could tell that I was no longer in the US. Casual attire and easy strolling were the norm. The pellmell rush of Philly International was no where to be seen. A nice young man at the ticket counter explained how to take the bus into the city, and that the railroad station was along the stops. I exchanged some currency and picked up my bag. What little I saw of Castlegar, nestled on the mountain with glimpses of a fat winding river through the trees was relaxing and oddly reminiscent of some of my favorite places in Pennsylvania. I had to wait for the next train to Nelson. I kept asking myself what I was doing. Sara had no idea I was coming. What if she was with someone? What if she was offended by my arrogance? It is weird when you feel you know someone, but realize that you want to take it to the next level and that in the quest you might lose what you have. I quelled my misgivings, and thought about her shoulders with a smile. Getting a room at the Embassy Suites was easy. I set up my laptop and went to the room. What if she wasn't online. I didn't even want to think of it. Then she was there, in the room. It took a little while to convince her to meet me in chat for a moment. A cautious woman, used to the enticements of online Lotharios looking to make their mark. "Hi. I wondered if you were going to Baker's street today?" The slowness of her response was a measure of the thoughts that went through her lovely, clever head. "You know Baker street?" "I am about thee blocks from there, now." "Here? In Nelson?" "Yep." Another long pause. "Why?" "You know why. I had the time. I wanted to meet you. I have always enjoyed travel and the moment seemed right." Again the long pause. I wished I knew what words to say to reassure her. "You are a nut." I laughed. "Yep. Okay. Here's the deal. You name a place on Baker street. I will be there from two to three. If you don't show, I will enjoy your lovely city, with its beautiful architecture and its echoes of the past, and then head south to San Antonio to see the Alamo." "So I am ahead of the Alamo?" "Fer shure." The wait was shorter. "There's an Ice cream place called Swirls." "I love Ice Cream." "I know. You told me." I couldn't stop smiling. I didn't want to push it. "See you then." I logged off. I got a shower and picked out the clothes that felt right to me. Feeling like a high school nerd. Laughing at myself.Swirls was almost a mile away, but the walk was nice and the rain had stopped. Okay., so it rains a lot. I got there at twenty of but I figured that was ok. The place was busy and I hoped they wouldn't throw me out before she got there... if she came. Sitting there, watching the eclectic crowd. The strange and myriad accents and snatches of French, Spanish, something that sounded vaguely creole. The ice cream was very good. I was sipping my coffee, wondering why some of the best coffee I have ever had I have had in Canada, when I saw her sit down across the table. I felt my breath exhale as though I hadn't been breathing. I fought the urge to look at my watch. It didn't matter. "Hi." "Hi, yourself, nut." "Told you, it was the shoulders" "Uh-huh. The other pics had nothing to do with it?" "Well.. you do have a lovely back and I do like lovely backs." She laughed. It was a nice open laugh. "Ice cream?" She shook her head, seeing that I was almost finished mine. "Let's walk." Baker street was teeming with people. The usual artsy-craftsy types and the less usual back-packers, and some tourists. I tried to think of anywhere else I had been where such an assortment of people wandered with such comfort and such ... "Disney World." Sara laughed. She had a great laugh. Natural and ringing with joy. I had to laugh with her. "That's what this reminds you of?" I shrugged. "I can see it. Maybe Epcot. People are curious but more caught up in the pleasure of just being here. No compulsion to do anything." "Right." I took her hand. It just seemed natural. We walked and talked about nothing at all and everything. Stopping by a small park square across the street from an eighteenth century building that looked almost new, we sat and watched the people. "Okay." she said, taking my hand. "Let's do it." I looked in her eyes. Small flecks of hazel on green. In the hotel room, we just looked at each other a moment then with a laugh, we tore our clothes off like little going skinny dipping and dived on the oversized bed. I couldn't get enough of her, my hands wished they were six more, my lips hungered and my tongue longed to be everywhere. Her shoulders got a lot of attention but they deserved it. That lovely ass got some of its own, including a little slap when she bit my chest. I knew I had to have her and soon. Then I was biting her nipple and positioning myself at the opening to her hot, wet cunt, as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in. I paused and just enjoyed the sensation of her wrapped around me. The warmth of her, the closeness, the force of her longing and her hunger feeding my own. I slowly stroked deep inside of her, enjoying the look of surrender that filled her eyes and the intake of her breath. The skin of her upper chest flushed with her passion, and my lips caressed her neck as my hand found her hard nipple and teased it to stoke her flames. Faster and faster we moved against each other her insistent legs pulling me deeper even as I fought to control the moment. I knew I was going to cum and my mouth covered hers as I groaned and with a squeal that might have alarmed the neighbors, Sara gave herself up to an orgasm that milked me dry. Moments passed. I don't know how long. I found myself still in her, her lovely legs loosely draped over mine now, my lips touched her ears, her eyes, her cheek, I was discovering all of the little places that made her sigh or wriggle or smile. My hands caressed that lovely ass, and pulled her against me, not that she could get any closer. Now that the initial need had been met, I found myself wanting to know every inch of this lovely lady. Withdrawing with an almost painful slowness, savoring the feel of her, I kissed my way down her lovely body to that hot wet hole that still gaped with my recent intrusion. My tongue laved the spread petals of her cunt as she moved beneath me. Spreading her legs, my hands savoring the feel of her thighs, I lay between them, my tongue playing and plying that hot, damp opening, and enjoying each touch of her hand and her legs. Caressing her ass, my fingers entered her vagina, and probed and played with a sense of ownership that seemed natural and right. Sara caressed my head and face and her legs slid up to caress my ass. Slowly I felt her rising and moving with the flow of the moment and my tongue teased and tortured her clit until her hands became more demanding and her breath became more ragged and realizing that I had no intention of stopping she gave herself up to the sensations as my fingers played with her breasts and nipples and my tongue brought her closer and closer, and she cried out, "Bastard." Laughing as she shook with another orgasm and I licked until she slowly subsided. Moving up her body, with stops along the way to nibble a rib, the underside of a breast, the lovely shoulder, I lay beside her, my arms around her and looked into her eyes. "I hope you aren't in any hurry." "San Antonio can wait a while longer." .................................................................................................. |
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I wonder how Sara feels about have this whole thing being broadcast in public? AB No Bozos
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AB> as it is purely and entirely an fictitious account, I don't yet know, but you will have to ask her. If she is offended, which seems doubtful, I will personally delete the story.
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Oh .. I see. Thanks for clearing that up. AB No Bozos
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Thank you, first time I have had an erotic story written about me, hugs
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4/18/2010 9:17 am |
Rory, very nicely written and I can appreciate that most men fantanize about the beautiful Ms Sara. Thanks for sharing it. Judy
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9/24/2011 2:22 pm |
Sounds like someone knows Nelson.. though I haven't lived there in... er.. wow.. a long time.
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9/30/2011 2:05 pm |
Sara a very hot story! Reminds me of the ones I have written for you.
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