Memories of a Tourist

With that, I opened my legs apart, letting him know it was okay. I wanted this. I wanted him. He untied me from the tree and lowered my body easily to the cool grass. I unbuttoned his pants, releasing a monster of a cock, throbbing and ready. I guessed, in a way, this was retribution for my deeds. Feeling below, I knew I was wet enough, but he was so huge!

I laid back and felt his large, thick finger test the waters. He inserted a second, and then a third, moving back and forth inside me, opening me wider with every move. My heartbeat thumped in my ears. My breathing was all over the place. The stimulation was intense and building. He slowly lowered himself into my wetness, allowing me to accommodate his size a bit at a time. A burning sensation gave way to a pleasurable stretching. Never had I felt so full. It was incredible! In and out he pumped, his swinging sac bumping softly against my bottom. I could feel the tension building in every muscle. A hand squeezed my nipple, a finger brushed my clit. The thrusts became more urgent as my body convulsed and I let out a scream. He came just at that moment, grunting and crying out his pleasure.

Withdrawing now, he laid next to me, caressing my shoulder. I had been forgiven. The deed had been done. I kissed his full lips with passion and thanked him. I told him he was a kind man with a gentle soul. I would never forget him. He helped me to dress, and gave me a warm hug. He held me close for many minutes. Then he let me go.

As I traveled back home, I thought of my adventure – the sounds, the scenery, the scent of that man! I was bringing back memories, some to share, some to keep as my own. Most of all, I kept to myself the lesson learned – the one taught by a wise and loving master.