Owen Spends the Night Here
The title says it all! After having sex in a public toilet and then outdoors behind a pub post our first date, Owen asked if I could spare some time for him the upcoming weekend to engage in "traditional" lovemaking. Owen managed to secure a 24-hour leave from his academy, but he preferred to lie and say he was going away with his teammates rather than disclose his visit to me.
Naturally, I was thrilled at the prospect, although initially, I suggested Owen not jeopardize his career by skipping his football training. However, Owen insisted, and after some persuasion, I relented. Owen was due to arrive at my small-town train station at 8 pm, right after I'd complete my regular office duties in London, leaving ample time to prepare for my patron, with whom I must admit, I had started to develop deeper feelings.
At 8:15 pm, the doorbell chimed. I didn't have to peak through the peephole to figure out who my visitor was. I invited him in, and he entered my home, clad in his New Balance trainers, blue jeans shorts, and a white shirt hidden beneath his football academy sports jacket, all part of his cover-up scheme. My attire was a see-through white gown, which I promptly discarded upon Owen's arrival.
Excitedly, I expressed, "Did you miss me?" while lingering on my tiptoes towards him.
"You've got no idea!" Taking the lead, Owen raced over, lifted me, and engaged in a passionate kiss.
Some time has passed since our outdoor rendezvous, and Owen was eager to have his way with me. He innocently carried me upstairs and playfully tossed me onto the bed, swiftly undressed. Ditching his shoes and socks, he left his trouser behind and later, unzipped his jacket to reveal no underwear. His confidence inspired me to tease him, "Step 1 to being a nudist?" He gently held my lips, whispered, "Shhh. This isn't the time for talking. This is the time for sucking."
My ardent thoughts flooded with the recollection of his luscious uncircumcised penis, and I obliged to give him a blowjob. He inserted a single finger into my mouth as a precursor to his main course. I closed my eyes, pretending it was a penis, and soon, he slid his finger out before slipping his real organ into my mouth.
I yearned for him fiercely as I slurped away at the recollection of his flavor. He whisked me to my back, parted my legs, and stimulated me with his pointer finger and tongue simultaneously, managing to coax me into an ecstatic climax, despite not squirting.
We then reverted to our kissing and fondling. I placed him on his back and lubed my body with the cum on his penis, enacting the cowgirl position. Our negotiated eyeball contact was intense and passionate, as I experimented with the speed and depth of his penetration, taking nearly ten minutes to climax. He abruptly sat up and clasped my neck, pushing me towards him, "You need a facial, which I will provide!"
I fantasized about a youthful football academy star covering my face with his semen, despite his age being more than double mine. I leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips, and then backed away to self-pleasure, rubbing my clit while maintaining eye contact.
"I'm going to cum!" Owen announced, as he blasted my right eye with a gushing wave of warm, luscious cum, followed by his forehead, nose, mouth, and cheeks. Trembling, I managed to swallow his ample supply, though my arousal was unyielding.
Owen retrieved his cellphone to shoot photos of me, and upon his return, he brought something unexpected. He swabbed some metal on my cheek, eliciting a gasp.
"It's okay, it's a spoon for my potion." He jokingly informed me, as he commenced to feed me his cum.
I was delighted with the taste but still in high spirits, so when he had consumed his portion, I grabbed his head from behind his neck, yanked him close, and instructed, "finger bang me like you hate me!"
I'd previously not been fond of aggressive, fast-paced face-fucking, but this time, I was desperate for it. Owen aided me to my feet, guided me off the bed, scattered some papers on the counter, and led me to the desk.
I eagerly awaited my desired outcome while Owen prepared for subsequent sexual interactions.
I was carefree about his intentions and anticipated the night's adventures eagerly.
As soon as Owen started, he spread my legs wide and placed my left leg across his shoulder. While he was doing this, he started to rub my clit gently, creating a sensation that built up rapidly. Instead of doing what I initially expected, he surprised me by kissing my feet and sucking on my toes. This was a fetish that I had kept secret because it turned men off in the past, but as he continued to caress my clit and increased the pressure on my genitals, I found myself drifting into a heavenly state. Owen could tell by how wet I was getting and the louder my moans were becoming that I was losing control.
Eventually, he concentrated solely on my vagina, pushing me over the edge and causing me to release a powerful orgasm that showered him with my cum, spread across the desk chair, and on the floor. I was taken aback by the force of this orgasm, and to my satisfaction, Owen thrust himself into me.
I let out a scream, this time one filled with true pleasure as Owen began a furious attack on my vagina, throwing things off my desk as we both grew louder and more aroused. Eventually, Owen came once again, releasing all of the semen he had into my vagina.
The feelings were overwhelming, and as we lay there hugging, I shed a few tears out of happiness and the sheer intensity of our orgasms. Fearing that I might scare Owen, I brushed it off and told him how remarkable the experience was. I was grateful to have made love to him so sensually and also able to sleep by his side that night.
When we'd finished talking, Owen fetched us two bottles of water and some biscuits, and we settled down in bed to watch a comedy together. We were both covered in our own fluids, but it didn't bother us. We remained in bed until around 12 when we turned in for the night.
For the rest of the night, I spooned Owen, and after setting our alarms for 6 AM, we slept peacefully. Unfortunately, there weren't any sexual activities the following morning, but it was a wonderful encounter, and I felt lucky to have been able to sleep with him in such a peaceful setting.
As a bonus, Owen returned home in good time and our secret remained hidden.
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