The British Airways 747/400 flew cleanly through the sky. The sensation of the plane losing height and speed reminded me what I am doing sat on it in the first place and duly my stomach turned with sheer nervousness. I looked out of the window, my view of Boston improved.
People and cars moved about like ants going about their daily business. The plane then made a steep turn, aligned itself with the runway of Boston Logan and hurtles towards it. As the plane touched down, a sigh of relief came from some of the other passengers. The pilot put the powerful engines into reverse thrust and the 747 came down to a halt at the terminal building.
Standing alone outside the Terminal E, I suddenly realised I had no idea where Dorchester Heights was, let alone how I was going to get there. Driving would be the best way, but a taxi would be the most practical, and at $45, seemed a reasonable price.
Thinking of her… she would be at work, with no idea that I had been so impulsive and got onto a plane. Our relationship had blossomed over a two-year period, from cyber sex that rocked both our worlds, to chatting about the most bizarrely diverse things. It’s said that love can conquer any boundary; well, that’s a theory I was about to put to the test.
The taxi driver was very chatty and kept asking me things about the UK. Absentmindedly, I chatted inanely back, not wanting to appear rude to him. As the car pulled up at the address I had given him, my stomach churned even more. I watched the taxi drive away and sat alone in the veranda of a house whose owner was about to get the shock of her life. 16.45pm, I knew that she would be home soon.
I despatched a text to her: “what would you do if I was sitting on your doorstep waiting for you.” The reply came back almost instantly: “some hope.” A few minutes later, a sandstone metallic Chrysler Pacifica pulled up on the drive; the driver looked at the stranger with a suitcase on her doorstep, a little confused. I waved at her, making sure that she could see me properly. My phone bleeped, NEW MESSAGE RECEIVED: “you can’t be, can you?” I replied to her: “yes it’s me.”
The car door flew open and she jumped out. Her auburn hair shone on the weak sunlight; her smile shone even brighter. Watching her walk the short distance towards me, my mouth got very dry. In the flesh she was even more beautiful than her photo and web cam image. My hand stroked her face, and our eyes locked together.
“I can’t believe that you’re here, we talked about this, and I just can’t believe it, why! How! I mean, what you are doing here?”
“So the movies are correct then?” She looked at me all confused once more.
“You Americans never lock your cars when you get out of them.”
She burst into laughter. “Oh it’s you, okay, smart-ass Brit.”
I opened my arms and beckoned her to me. We hugged each other hard. We took in each other’s scent and happily wept into each other’s shoulders with joy. Then I kissed her. It felt like 1000 volts had passed through us as our lips met. Our first kiss went on for a few minutes. Breathlessly we broke free of our embrace, and her eyes shone with sheer joy. For my part, I was finally with the woman that I had spent my life waiting for. And far from any misgivings I had about meeting her, she was perfect to me, just like in my dreams.
“Would you like a drink? I think I have some Earl Grey here in the back of the cupboard.”
“I’m English; we always carry our favourite teabags on long journeys. Anyway, if they are the same Earl Grey teabags you told me about months ago, they will be out of date by now.”
Watching this utterly gorgeous woman in her home felt intoxicating. She was even more beautiful in person than I ever thought. We both just stared at each other laughing and holding each other’s hand as I drank tea and she drank coffee. Wasn’t there a song about that? Or maybe I was thinking of “you say tomay-to, I say tomah-to.”
“Sweetie, would you mind if had a shower? I feel all dirty and sweaty after that long flight.”
“Of course, darling. Would you like anything to eat? You must be hungry.”
“I’m starving, you can take me to Taco Bell, or however you say that.” Taco Bell is a joke that we share: a sort of outsider’s view of one another’s tacky culture.
It felt odd undressing in her bedroom, and the sexual tension between us was very high. I keep expecting her to come in any second. I didn’t haul my ass halfway around the world just for sex; I did it to either exorcise our feelings for each other, or to commit to her for life if that suited us, and it was a simple choice. That said, we are both sexually-charged people who are totally besotted with each other and have spent the best part of two years turning each other on. Stepping into the shower, the hot water flowed over me. My mind wandered to what I had actually done in the last 24 hours, and while I had planned this trip for months, some people would think that I was crazy for this… let alone what my Mother was going to say to me.
“Do you need a hand washing your back?” Her voice startled me as the shower door closed behind her.
“Come here baby.” Water cascaded over our naked bodies and once more our lips met and locked together in a passionate kiss. My cock rose between us, digging into her tummy; she giggled and put her hand on it and knelt down to look closer. Stroking it and watching how my foreskin went over the head of it, her mouth got closer and closer to it, and then enveloped it. Little tingles traveled through my cock and balls, as her tongue darted all over the ridge of my head and massaged the eye.
The sensation of her sucking my cock as only she knows was sending sparks through my body. As much as I wanted her to carry on till I filled her mouth with cum, there was one other thing that we both needed more. I bent down, pulled her up, kissed her, and spoke softly into her mouth: “Later, baby.” She looked disappointed but sensed that she wouldn’t be disappointed for long.
She turned the water off and we started to dry one and other off. I could not resist kissing her again, nor could I resist kissing her neck and shoulders and smelling her skin. My mouth moved down her neck and over her breasts. She sighed with pleasure and pulled me onto the bed. When I rolled each nipple in my mouth, sucking them in and out of my mouth, they became very hard. Drifting down her tummy towards her pussy, I could smell her desire. Sliding my tongue into her slit, her taste hit my senses… and wow, what a taste. Her pussy glistened, it was so wet. I couldn’t wait to explore it more and drink more of her juices.
I moved back up to her face and letting her taste herself on me, while my cock instinctively rested at her pussy lips. As our tongues entwined, I thrust my cock inside her pussy. We both moaned with pleasure at the moment that we had both wanted so badly. The sensation of my cock inside her made her cum almost instantly; I felt her pussy quiver and pulse around my cock.
Her hands rested on my hips and pulled me deeper in, her hips moving in time with mine as I began to thrust a little harder and faster and we kissed more frantically. My body began to tingle; I felt her thrust back at me a bit harder; we both hurtled towards orgasm together, faster and faster. Then it happened: a series of loud, almost primeval noises from both of us as we saw the stars. I thrust my cock deep inside her, filling her with 3 hard spurts of cum. Our bodies trembled in each other’s arms, savouring the moment.
After we composed ourselves and were capable of speech, I rolled to the left and held her close to me and kept kissing her hair as she lay her head on my chest. Breaking the silence, she softly spoke.
“Baby, I can’t believe that you are actually here. Why did you come all the way here?”
“Because I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed to be with you, pure and simple. I couldn’t stand not being able to hold you, not to feel your flesh, smell your hair, do all the things that we’ve talked about.”
“But what about your life in the UK? You’re married, you have a job, and I can’t afford to keep the both of us.”
“Shush, baby. All I ask is that you give me a chance. If you want me to stay elsewhere while we get to know each other better, that’s fine. But if after a few weeks we don’t think it is worth a go, I will go back to the UK and we both know where we stand. In any case, I have had a few lucky breaks money-wise, so that won’t be a problem. Also, I have decided to leave my wife anyway as we both agree that we have drifted apart.”
“I just can’t believe that you’re here, it’s amazing and I am really pleased that you made the effort. Of course you will stay here, and we have some catching up to do.”
She began to stroke my cock, which was semi-hard. Moving down my chest, her mouth stopped at my cock. Watching intently, she stroked it slowly, watching the foreskin go over the head as it got harder in her hand. She stuck her tongue out, running it over the underside and around the ridged head. As her mouth closed over it, she looked up at me, eyes shining with pleasure.
Her oral ministrations were giving me pleasure that I had never experienced before. My hand drifted onto her head and gripped it hard, my hips bucking into her mouth. My whole body began to tingle as my orgasm started. As my cum began to pulse down my cock, I looked down at her. She was looking back into my eyes as my cum went into her mouth and down her throat, For a brief few seconds I felt like I was floating; my nerve ends seemed to be on fire. I released the grip on her head. She licked me clean of every drop and came back up the bed to me, so we could hold each other and doze.
“Wake up honey!” I felt sweet lips kiss me. For a second I had to think where I was. Then I saw her face, beaming at me as she held a cup of tea. “Get showered and dressed. We are going out to eat and I want you to meet some friends, you know, the ones I told you about from work?”
Meeting her friends was a nerve-wracking experience, as she was introducing me to the people that knew her so well. But as we all sat around the table in the restaurant laughing and joking about all the differences in English and American words, I hadn’t laughed so much in a long time. We went on to a bar next, that had a dance floor and a DJ. I couldn’t dance, but that didn’t seem to be an issue as we were all tipsy.
While watching her with her friends talking to others in the bar, I decided to step out onto the fire escape of the bar to take in the cool night air. I watched with amusement as the nightlife of Boston played itself out, with the mixture of young and old enjoying themselves. I felt two arms wrap themselves around me. “You’re not ignoring me, are you?”
“How could I ignore anyone as beautiful as you?” I pushed her into a dark corner and once more, we kissed passionately. As we kissed, I pushed my hand up her skirt, exposing her thigh to the cool air. She groaned into my mouth as my fingers burrowed into her knickers. She was already wet and my finger slipped into her pussy with ease. Her hips bucked against me and she groaned with pleasure. I managed to stroke her clit with my thumb as I finger-fucked her to orgasm right there on the fire escape, with the sounds of people on the street below us and the sound of the music and people in the bar, less than 10 feet away from us. I held her close to me as she buried her face into my neck in an effort to stifle the sounds of her orgasm. After I took my fingers out of her pussy, we both licked her juices off them.
“You’re so very naughty; we could have been disturbed by anyone.”
“Yeah I know, but I find it difficult to keep my hands off you.” We made our way back into the bar and sat back down with the friends that we were with. The rest of the night went well. She kept putting her hand on my cock under the table and looking me in the eye.
After we bid our farewells, we were on our own once more. We got into a taxi and as soon as we sat down, we began kissing and cuddling. At this point my cock was trying to burst through my trousers. This woman did not know how much she turned me on. She put her hand inside my trousers, squeezing me tightly as we devoured each other with a kiss.
We paid the taxi driver and giggled our way up the driveway of her home. As soon as we got through the door and locked it, I pinned her up against the fridge door. We began to roughly undress ourselves. Once my trousers hit the floor, I picked her leg up and pushed my cock past her dark purple satin knickers and into her pussy. She yelped in pleasure, drawing her breath quickly.
This time I fucked her as hard as I could, getting deep inside her as I held her leg up with one hand and gripped her ass with the other hand. She in turn held onto me for dear life as I pounded her harder. Her fingers slid onto her clit and rubbed it. “Oh my god, I’m going to come!” Taking her left nipple in my mouth, I sucked and teased it with my tongue. Her pussy gripped my cock; I could feel it pulsing and get wetter, and her body shook as she held me tighter. Letting her come down, I slowed my pace right almost to standstill.
She led me to the living room and bent over the arm of the sofa. This was a position that I had often dreamt of with her. Pulling her knickers down, I sank my cock back into her wet pussy. I was on the verge of my own orgasm, and got there even quicker when she turned around and told me, “Fill me with your cum, baby, I want to feel it inside me.” Holding her hips, I fucked her slow and deep and really wanted it to last. Alas, it wasn’t to be. The last 4 or 5 thrusts were really hard and her ass cheeks shook; this set my orgasm off. I buried my cock deep in her, my cum pumping inside her pussy with a force that surprised me.
We were both breathless as I helped her up and took her through to the bedroom and we undressed each other. Falling into bed, we cuddled up together and drifted off to sleep making small talk.
The next morning I awoke early and watched her sleeping. Then I got out of bed and started to attempt to make her some coffee. I knew how she liked her coffee in the mornings. More by luck than judgment, I managed to make a pot of coffee, making a mental note to myself to find out what she liked to eat for breakfast.
As I went to stand by the bedroom door, she was still sleeping. A long-standing fantasy popped into my head. Starting from the bottom of the bed, I crawled under the duvet, kissing up her legs. She parted them automatically, even though she was still asleep. I nibbled and kissed the warm flesh of her inner thighs, getting closer to her pussy. As my tongue flickered over her lips, I heard her giggle.
Gently I slid my tongue into her pussy, a bit at a time, each time tasting a little bit more of her. I licked the length of it up and down, teasing her hardening clit out from its hood so I could suck it in and out of my mouth, while I prodded and rocked it with the tip of my tongue.
Getting more intense and faster, I wanted her to cum in my mouth. Before long she started to become more awake, and her hands drifted down to my head, holding it so her hips could grind into my face. As her hips bucked into my face, I slid a finger into her ass. Never before had I experienced a woman gushing. Her nectar flowed into my mouth like a river. Her thighs clamped around my head and her hands pushed my head into her pussy, so that I could hardly breathe. Her yelps got louder and louder; the intensity of her orgasm amazed me.
As she released me and began to recover, I got her coffee from the kitchen. She sipped it and sat back on her pillow, smiling at me. “I don’t think you are going back to the UK for a while.”
It’s been 6 months since I came to Boston. We have moved into a larger house and I have my own business sourcing parts for old British motorbikes from the UK. We are very happy together, and her family has accepted me. My mother was not impressed; however, she has come around to the idea and has accepted her as my partner. The main thing is that we are both now fulfilled with a relationship that we both deserve. We continue to explore the sexual side of our relationship and the other things, like theatre and travel and seemingly endless shopping trips. It’s just a pity that it’s so damned cold in Boston.
