Sarah's Down Under By Stevie Burns
When I got to work in the morning, I had been prepared
for the usually dull eight hours of work, always peppered
with spicy bits of email from Sarah. She lives across
the ocean, an artist who traveled with her wealthy
Aunt to Australia earlier this year for the Olympics
and decided to stay. We had been more than friends
before she left, but once she moved and started emailing
me, our relationship grew into something very sexual
and profound. Like an addict, I was constantly checking
for emails from her, and then responding immediately.
When my inbox was empty, I'd feel like the floor fell
through. And when I did get email, I'd grin wide like
an idiot.
I sat at my desk with a latte in my hand and checked
my email. I grinned.
Her email was short, but the impact it had on me
was immeasurable. "I'm here. Meet me at the Bongo
Bar ASAP."
I played sick, told my supervisor I was going to
see the doctor and would be gone for the day, and
headed for the Bongo Bar, about a five-minute walk
from my office. Sarah sat at the bar in a simple blue
dress with spaghetti straps, looking amazing. Her
long brown hair was swept up into a loose knot at
the nape of her neck, and she was reading a book.
Only Sarah would be bold enough to sit at a bar reading
a book and drinking a latte - from another caf. She
was only there to wait for me.
I walked over to her, and her eyes shifted. She smiled,
and looked up.
"Hi." That was all she said, and she kissed me with
sweet soft lips that tasted like an addiction. I felt
a severe tremble inside as I suppressed an urge and
a long awaited need. I had to keep myself from lifting
her body off the floor and carrying her away. I felt
primitive, virile.
"I can't believe you're here," I said. I was somewhat
shocked to hear my own voice, low and soft and verging
on violence.
Her eyes were soft, dark and liquid, and she let
her hands fall to my buttocks. I gulped hard and she
smiled, "I have a room for us, it's a short walk from
here if you can come with me."
"Come with you? That's all I think about. I'm sick
for the day and all yours, Sarah." I picked up her
bag, and we left. She left the book and the latte
behind.
The walk from Bongo to The Six Plus Motel seemed
like a lifetime. I couldn't keep my hand off her ass.
It wiggled a little under her dress, with her swishy
gait. Her breasts heaved with the brisk cool autumn
air and her nipples were hard. My slacks fit somewhat
loose, but not loose enough. I pulled her bag in front
of my body and adjusted myself. It was painful and
fantastic.
We got into the elevator and that's when I could
no longer hold back. The movement up was like a rush.
I dropped the damned bag and stuck my hand up her
dress. Her panties were moist and warm, and she groaned
as I gently pulled them aside to explore her. She
fell back against the wall and raised her leg, wrapping
it around my waist. Then PING! The elevator shuttered
and the doors began to open. We jolted into the most
respectable positions possible, and tried to act as
though we hadn't been doing anything extraordinary.
A businessman was waiting to go down. He didn't join
us, choosing to wait for the elevator's return trip.
I think he suspected. I didn't care.
I softly caressed her back and her beautiful ass
as she bent down to pick up her bag. Her chest and
cheeks were flushed. So beautiful. Her hair was beginning
to fall around her shoulders, tickling exposed shoulder
blades. When she lifted herself again, she put her
hand on my cheek and shoved her tongue in my mouth.
The doors opened. I had not felt the elevator stop.
Things began to feel a little surreal.
There was no one in the hall. I picked her up by
the ass and her legs wrapped around me.
"Which room?" It was guttural. She whispered, "Five-sixteen."
I ran down the hall, and Sarah was biting the base
of my neck, her thighs pressing hard against my hips.
I could feel her heels against my ass, jiggling as
I bounded through the hall like an animal. When we
got to the door, the logistics of getting the damned
keycard out were driving me insane. We kissed, bit,
groped, all intermittently while she frantically searched
the bag. Finally, she found it, got the card into
the slot, and then a red light came on. The door did
not open. She tried again. Red light. Again. Red light.
"It's not working!" She handed me the card and I
looked at it. This was the right room. I tried the
door. Red light. Fuck!
Sarah stood against the door, her skin soft and warm,
looking up at me. It was a yearning, a sorrow, a tension
and passion I'd never seen in anyone before. I couldn't
believe what I was about to do.
I looked down the hall, to a sign indicating a passage
for soda and an ice machine. She didn't say a word,
just took my hand and ran towards it. Some vending
halls at motels actually have doors. This one didn't.
But it didn't matter at that point.
Sarah pulled me to her, raising her leg and propping
it on the wall. The space available to us was about
that of a closet, no more than three feet wide and
maybe four feet deep.
I grabbed her ass and her thigh, kissing her hard.
Sarah's hands fell to my belt and unfastened it. She
unzipped my pants and pulled them down so that they'd
fall to my ankles. She put her hand down my pants
and stroked my fully erect cock, and pressed my boxers
lower so that I was exposed.
"Grab my ass and hold me up," she whispered.
I did. Amazingly, she pulled herself up and over
me, pulling her panties to the side and coming down
over my dick. I held her ass firm, and her other foot
came up against the wall behind me. She wrapped her
arms around my neck, and as I felt her take all of
me inside of her, she gasped. Her eyes widened, and
she bit my lip. Hard.
I bolted forward, crashing into the wall; slowly,
fervently pumping into this amazing woman. Her hands
tangled through my hair, her legs pulled around my
body tight and her pussy gushed. She suppressed a
scream by sucking my chest, just above the nipple,
and came. I nearly did myself, but she stopped me,
saying she needed to get down. I didn't want to, but
pulled-out. If she said stop, then that's what I would
do. I ached.
And then! She got on her knees and put me in her
mouth. I couldn't believe it. I balanced myself with
a hand on the wall, and with the other touched her
head. I wanted to grab her by the hair but didn't.
I wanted her to decide how to give it to me. And she
did. I came in her mouth. She never backed off, never
hesitated. She took me all the way and waited until
I lost control. I pulled her up off the floor and
kissed her. She tasted like me, and I wanted her more.
"You'd better pull your pants up. Just in case."
She whispered. I knew she was right. We somewhat rearranged
ourselves and I was dressed again. I kissed her. It
was gentle and romantic and when she lightly licked
my lips, I could hear blood rushing in my ears.
I went to the ice machine, and punched the button
for a few cubes. I put one in my mouth and came back
to her. We kissed, exchanging the cube back and forth
until it was just water dribbling down our chins and
throats. I grabbed another cube, moistened it in my
mouth, and then holding it exposed, dragged my open
lips across her chest, then down her chest. I pulled
her dress down over her shoulders; I pulled her bra
down over her breasts, and found first her right nipple,
then her left. She was hot and wet and the ice melted
fast. When the cube was gone, I continued to suckle
her breasts, all the while reaching up her skirt,
holding her hips and thighs. Her beautiful round ass.
Her cunt.
I got another cube.
"Do you trust me?" I asked.
"Of course I do."
I put the cube in my mouth, and pulled her bra and
dress back up: all a little damp. Then I knelt down
and slowly pulled off her panties, allowing my fanned
fingers to feel every inch of her, all the way down
to her ankles. She stepped out of her white cotton
panties, and I shoved them into my pants pocket.
Then I felt for her clit with my finger. It was erect.
She was like silk, and I pressed my fingers against
her. Sarah closed her eyes and her breath quickened.
I took the ice cube out of my mouth and placed it
lightly against her mound, throbbing and wet. Her
fist pounded the wall hard, and I shoved the cube
up inside of her. She gasped, collapsed to the floor,
and kissed me. Her arms flailed around me and held
tight, her pelvis rocking towards me. I held her with
my left arm, and rooted my right arm between her legs
as if my fist were permanently attached to the floor.
She wrapped herself around my arm and pounded, rubbed
hard and fast and frantic. I stuck my tongue in her
mouth and her back arched, her pussy draining melted
ice and cum all up and down my arm. She slowly lowered
to the floor and sat against the wall, breathing hard
against my mouth.
I heard something down the hall and recognized it
might be footsteps accompanied by squeaking wheels.
Someone's luggage, perhaps. I pulled Sarah's dress
back down to cover her and she brought her legs together,
crossing them at the ankles.
A woman's voice said, "Oh my god, is everything all
right?"
I swiveled around, still kneeling by Sarah, and saw
a woman in her forties with a nametag. She was dragging
a suitcase on wheels and appeared to be an airline
hostess.
"It's fine, thanks. She just had a dizzy spell."
I lied. The woman seemed doubtful.
"You okay, honey? Do you need a doctor?"
Sarah replied, somewhat weakly, "No, really. I'll
be fine. I'm feeling better now." And she started
to pull herself up, carefully keeping her thighs clamped,
using my arms as support.
The woman with a nametag and squeaky wheel left us,
going down the hall and squeaking to the left. Who
knows if the woman had been keen to what really happened.
It didn't matter. I pulled Sarah close to me, holding
her at the base of her lovely back, and kissed her.
It was warm. I gently stroked her cheek, pulling her
hair back from her neck, and kissed her softly. I
cupped her breast and kissed her shoulder, her neck,
her jaw, her chin, and her mouth. Her eyes were closed.
We decided to go down to the lobby and complain that
the keycard was not working. It was time to get a
room. For whatever reason, illogical as it was, I
grabbed the keycard and tried it on the door one last
time, before heading downstairs. Maybe it's just human
nature.
Green light.
We never left that room until late the next eveningÉ
save for a few trips to the ice machine.
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