As I walked through the crowded shopping centre in tight jeans and a crop top with my denim jacket, my arms clutching bags filled with clothes and shoes, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. There’s something about the thrill of finding the perfect outfit that never gets old.
But as I made my way to the exit, I noticed a man standing off to the side, looking lost and confused. He was tall and muscular, with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His accent immediately gave him away as American.
“Excuse me,” I said in my most polite British accent, “are you lost? Can I help you find something?”
His face lit up at the sound of my voice. “Oh wow! Yes! Thank you so much for offering to help me,” he replied enthusiastically. “I just got here from America today, and everything is so different here.”
“So, where in America are you from?” I asked, curious about this handsome stranger.
“New York,” he replied with a proud smile. “I’m here on business for a few weeks.”
“Well, I’m happy to help you navigate this shopping centre and any other places you may need to go during your stay,” I said, flashing him a warm smile.
“That would be great,” he replied, his gaze lingering on me in a way that made me self-conscious. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Sarah,” I said, introducing myself. “And what should I call you?”
“Nice to meet you, Sarah,” he said, extending his hand towards me. “I’m Jake.”
“I tell you what, Jake, I will go put these in my car boot and…” he cut me off laughing. “Haha, a car, what?”
“Oh, I forgot you guys call it a trunk, right,” I chuckle. I struggle with the bags.
“Let me help you with that,” Jake said, taking the bags out of my hands. I couldn’t help but notice how strong and capable he was as he carried them for me.
Once we reached my car, I opened the boot or the trunk, as Jake called it, and we put the bags inside.
“Listen, I would love to show you around, but I need to drop this stuff off at my home, I tell you what. Come with me and help me. Maybe have a coffee, and I will then drive you around on a tour.”
“Sure thing, Sarah,” Jake said, a smile spreading across his face. “I’d love to see more of this beautiful country.”
As he climbed into the seat next to me, his cologne filled the car and made my heart race even faster.
“So, where do you live?” Jake asked as I put on my sunglasses, started the car, and pulled out of the car park.
“Not too far from here,” I replied, but then he started to get worried as he said, “Omg, get to the right” I laughed. “Don’t worry, Jake,” I reassured him with a chuckle. “I thought everyone knew we drive on the left here.”
“Oh, right!” Jake exclaimed, looking relieved. “No left, remember,” I chuckled. He was cute.
As I drove, I couldn’t help but notice Jake checking me out as I shifted gears. His gaze lingered on my legs.
I glanced over at him and caught him looking. His eyes quickly darted away when he realized I had caught him staring. “Like what you see, huh?” I asked, giving him a sly smile.
Jake blushed, running his hand through his short brown hair. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “You just look hot driving.”
“No need to apologize, Jake,” I said, grinning.
Jake chuckled nervously, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead. I could feel the tension building between us, making me hot and bothered.
As we pulled up outside my house, I turned to Jake and said, “Well, here we are. Home sweet home.”
Jake looked around at the quaint little cottage with its rose bushes and white picket fence. “Wow,” he breathed. “This place is so charming.”
“Thanks,” I replied with a smile.
We carry my bags inside, Jake following closely behind me. The house is small but cosy, with a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
“This place is amazing,” Jake says, looking around.
“Thank you,” I say, proud of my little home. “I’ve put a lot of work into making it feel like this.”
As I head to the kitchen to put the kettle on, Jake follows me and sits at the table. “Do you want some coffee?” I ask him.
“Yes, please,” he replies with a smile. “I thought you guys only drank tea over here?” he jokes.
I laugh and reply, “Most do, but not everyone.” He notices the electrical socket.
“Huh, that’s interesting,” Jake says, eyeing the electrical socket. “It’s different from what we have back in America.”
I hand him a cup of hot coffee and sit beside him. Our legs brush against each other under the table, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I can feel my heart racing as I look into Jake’s piercing blue eyes.
“Thanks,” he says, taking the cup from me with a smile. He takes a sip and lets out a satisfied sigh. “Mmm, this is good.”
As we sat at the table, sipping our coffee, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement being so close to Jake.
“So, Sarah, tell me more about yourself,” Jake said, his voice smooth and inviting.
I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. “Well, Jake, I’m a woman of many talents,” I replied, winking playfully. “I have a knack for finding the best deals in town and showing handsome tourists like yourself a good time.”
Jake chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Is that so? I must say, I feel lucky to have stumbled upon you today.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” I teased, my tone dripping with innuendo. “I have a few more tricks up my sleeve.”
Jake raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Do tell,” he said, leaning in closer.
I leaned in even closer, our faces just inches apart. “I also make a mean cup of coffee,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his cheek.
Jake groaned softly, his hand messing with his crotch under the table. “You’re driving me crazy, Sarah,” he admitted, his voice rough with need.
His hand subtly moving under the table sent a thrill down my spine.
“Well, Jake,” I purred, my voice low and sultry. “I must say, you’re not the only one feeling a bit hot and bothered.
Jake’s eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re a dangerous woman, Sarah,” he murmured, his lips grazing my neck.
I shivered at his touch, the anticipation building between us. “Oh, I can be very dangerous,” I teased, running my fingers along his arm. “Danger is my middle name.”
I leaned in even closer, our lips almost touching. “You know, Jake, I think it’s time to show you just how dangerous I can really be,” I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction.
Jake’s eyes darkened with lust as he nodded eagerly. “I’m all in, Sarah,” he breathed, his hands sliding up my thighs.
I let out a soft gasp as his touch sent a wave of pleasure through me. “Mmm, that’s it, Jake,” I moaned, feeling his fingers dance over my skin. “God, your tits are so good,” he said as he stared at my cleavage.
“Would you like me to show you around my home?” I asked, standing up and offering him my hand.
“I’d love that,” Jake replied, taking my hand. As we went upstairs, our bodies brushed against each other with every step.
Inside my bedroom, I turned to face Jake and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned abs and chest covered in hair. He groaned softly as I ran my fingers over his skin. “You are so fucking sexy,” he murmured hoarsely.
I smiled seductively at him before removing my denim jacket and pulling off my crop top. I then reached behind me to undo the clasp of my bra. My breasts spilt out of the lacy cups, heavy and aching for attention. “Do you like what you see?” I asked as I slid the straps off my shoulders.
Jake’s eyes widened at the sight of me unbuttoning my tight jeans as I took them off, and I was standing before him in just a pair of black lace panties.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, touching my skin.
I moaned softly at his touch, arching into it. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I purred, running my hands over his chest and down to his belt buckle.
As I unbuckled his belt, Jake’s cock sprang free from his pants, already stiff and throbbing. I grab his cock and lean into his ear.
Whispering so gently in a seductive way, “Want me to suck your juicy cock”
I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer and dropped to my knees as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it, lapping up the precum on my tongue before taking him deeper into my mouth.
Jake moaned loudly as I worked him over, sliding my lips up and down his shaft while cupping his balls in one hand and stroking him with the other. I could taste the saltiness of his precum on my tongue, making me even hornier than before.
As I sucked his cock, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. There’s something about the thrill of pleasuring a man that never gets old. As my head bopped up and down on his hard cock, I could feel his hands grip the back of my head.
“Oh fuck Sarah, oh shit, suck it,” Jake groaned as I took his entire length down my throat, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, feeling him swell against my tongue. His moans grew louder, and he threaded his fingers through my hair as he started to fuck my mouth with more urgency.
I loved every moment of it. The feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out between my lips, the taste of him on my tongue, the way he groaned every time I deep-throated him – it was all so fucking hot. He started thrusting hard and fast in my mouth, and my eyes watered.
“Fuck, Sarah,” Jake gasped, his chest heaving as he looked down at me with a mixture of lust and amazement. “You’re incredible.”
I pulled back, gasping for air, and looked up at him with a wicked grin. “I’m just getting started,” I said before taking him back into my mouth.
Jake’s breathing grew ragged as I sucked him harder and faster, his hips bucking wildly as he fucked my mouth. He was close to the edge, and I could feel it in the way his cock twitched against my tongue.
“Sarah,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “I’m gonna cum.”
I pulled off his cock, the suction from my lips, with a pop noise. “Easy there, nah you ain’t cumin yet.”
I stood up, my lips glistening with his precum. “Not yet, big boy,” I said with a wink. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Jake nodded eagerly, his eyes filled with lust. I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips as I positioned myself above his cock.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Jake murmured as he stretched my panties to the side to expose my pussy as he ran his fingers over my pussy lips. “Mmmm, British pussy.”
I grinned down at him. “Only the best for you, American boy.”
With that, I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, feeling him fill me up inch by inch. We both let out a low moan as I started to grind my hips against him.
“Goddamn, Sarah,” Jake groaned, gripping my hips as I rode him harder and faster. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
I leaned down to kiss him deeply, our tongues dancing together as he thrust up into me from below. My breasts pressed against his chest as we moved together in perfect harmony.
But then something unexpected happened – Jake suddenly flipped us over, so he was on top. He looked down at me with a smirk before slamming into me hard and fast, making me cry out in pleasure-pain.
“You like that?” he growled, pounding into me mercilessly with each thrust of his hips. “Yeah? You want more?”
“Ugh, mmm silly… silly question ahh fuck, of course, I… mmm, mmmm fuck, I want more.”
Jake’s cock was like a piston, driving into me with relentless force. I could feel every inch of him, the thick veins on his shaft rubbing against my sensitive pussy lips as he plunged deeper and deeper inside me.
His balls slapped against my arse with each thrust, leaving a stinging sensation that only added to the pleasure coursing through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in even closer as he fucked me harder and faster.
I couldn’t help but moan loudly as he pounded into me, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment. “Fuck yes,” I cried out, digging my nails into Jake’s back as he slammed into me again and again.
Jake’s thrusts became more erratic, and I knew he was close. He reached down between us, rubbing my clit in fast circles as he fucked me harder than ever before. My labia were swollen and sensitive, and the friction of his cock against them was almost too much to bear. I could feel myself on the brink of orgasm, my muscles tensing up as Jake’s fingers worked their magic on my clit.
My bed squeaked and rocked, with the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly as my tits bounced.
Jake’s thrusts became more urgent, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made the bed shake beneath us. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up entirely and then some.
“You like that, Sarah?” he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. “You like it when I fuck you hard like this?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper as I struggled to catch my breath. “I love it.”
“Fuck, Sarah,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” I gasped, my breath coming in ragged pants as I clung to him for dear life. “Don’t fucking stop. Mmmm fucking hell, fuck me harder.” I said as I squeezed my sweaty tits.
My pussy was so wet; it felt like a river flowing out of me onto him, making him slippery, which made him slide in easier, making loud squelching noises every time he thrust deep inside me, hitting all spots possible, giving immense pleasure to both parties involved here!
He leaned down into me and said, “Hold tight,” he then hugged me very tightly, and then he went full-on hardcore mode, hammering me so fucking hard.
Jake’s thrusts became more brutal, his hips pistoning with such force that the bed shook violently beneath us. Each time he slammed into me, I could feel the headboard slamming against the wall with a loud thud that echoed through the room.
“Fuck, Arghhh oh fuck, fuck, Jake,” I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure as I clung to him for dear life. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
Jake responded by pounding into me even harder, his balls slapping against my arse with each brutal thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room.
My tits bounced wildly on my chest as Jake fucked me mercilessly from above, their weight heavy and aching for attention. He reached down to grab them in his hands, squeezing them hard as he continued to plough into me at an almost punishing pace.
My pussy started to clench tightly around his throbbing shaft, the walls of my channel gripping him like a vice as I felt myself spiralling towards an explosive climax.
“Oh fuck, Jake!” I screamed, my body trembling with pleasure as I came hard around his cock. “Yes, yes, YES!” I struggled to breathe. It was that intense.
Jake grunted in response, slamming into me a few more times before quickly pulling out. He started stroking his cock faster and harder as he stood above me, his body trembling with the effort. Still breathless, I reached for his cock and took it from him, and grinned as I took him back in my mouth.
I sucked and stroked his cock, tasting myself and my juices on his cock. Jake’s breathing grew ragged as he was close to the edge.
I pulled back slightly and let him shoot his load all over my face and tits. Jake moaned loudly as he came, streams of hot jizz spurting out of the tip of his cock and landing on my skin with a wet slap. I kept stroking him until every last drop was milked from his balls.
Panting heavily from exertion but grinning down at me triumphantly after seeing my messy body under him, covered in our mixed juices due to our intense sex session.
As I lay there, basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking, I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here I was, covered in cum and sweat, lying on my bed with a man I had just met.
“Well, Jake,” I said with a chuckle. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
Jake grinned down at me, his eyes still filled with lust. “Are you kidding?” he replied. “That was fucking incredible.”
I smiled up at him before sitting up and grabbing a nearby towel to clean myself off. Jake watched me intently as I wiped away the evidence of our lovemaking from my face and tits before tossing the towel aside and standing up to get dressed again.
“Welcome to England,” I giggled.
That was super 🔥