Josh Swings

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Trish felt a rush of uncommon longing for the guy she saw talking to Ben Ellacott. The host of the beach resort’s swingers club lived well; the house and its tended gardens, along with the five rooms of the ‘clubhouse’, spotlessly maintained; the tall beech hedge along the road boundary offering a screen from prying eyes.

She had overheard Ben tell others in the group, gathering for the evening, that a ‘visitor’ would be joining them. He was well-dressed with an impeccable sense of casual style; that shock of wavy brown hair and lean face, his wonderful smile and look of interest as he caught her looking his way; the guy’s appraising glance enough to set her pulse racing and inflame her senses; tightened the ache of sudden longing for someone younger than she was, but not by so much that it would raise eyebrows. After all, that was what these clubs were for…to experience the new; what would be out of reach under different circumstances.

Ben seemed intent on introducing them.

The summer’s day was uncommonly warm and her scoop-necked sleeveless dress, with its floral print, flattered her figure; gladiator sandals lending a flourish to her slender legs. Beaded bracelets, and a pendant necklace hanging to her breastbone, were enough to have drawn his attention upon her and of the other men in attendance. But it had been Josh who had captivated her and who now took the hand that she held out in greeting.

‘Josh…meet Trish,’ Ben had laughed and that was the introductions dispensed with. He stepped away and they followed his progress before Josh turned to her.

‘I wondered what to pack for a business trip, but…but I see I’ve judged it right for an evening out…’ He drew closer. ‘Are there more like you in this group…your summer dress looks stunning on you?’

‘Thanks!’ she laughed out and reddened. His compliment had won her over in a trice. Guys at these meetings weren’t so open with her when it came to liking what they saw and might hook up with. She liked to be made a fuss of. It made the purpose of the club less ordered and only too purposeful.

‘I’m just saying how it is…for me.’

‘And I hear you,’ she smiled, taken in by Josh’s direct ways. The compliment was only too genuine to her ways of hearing it.

‘I’m the only one…and I can tell you there are none like you.’ She was seen to turn and look at the others for an instant. ‘So, you’ll be here for a day or so then gone again? That’s too bad…’

‘I travel this way every few months, so it fits the pattern of the club’s ways…’ He took in her rather plain appearance, a slender face; the application of her makeup faultless and sparing.

‘You’re in other clubs?’ she asked, sipping on her drink and meeting again his appraising look upon her. ‘Direct aren’t you, in doing that?’

‘Yes, because I like what I see,’ he grinned, canlı bahis şirketaleri ‘and yes, I’m in another group back home. My wife and I play…have an arrangement…tell each other what we’ve found and whom we’ve met.’

‘Like you do,’ she ventured but with no personal experience of it.

‘And you?’

‘Single…have been for ten years or so now. I get company in this way. It saves getting in too deep with people…the emotional toll it takes.’

‘Who’s being honest or direct now?’

They were interrupted by Ben. He was seen to be carrying a small tray.

‘The others are going in. Want some stuff…make the evening zing some more?’ Ben asked, a quizzical frown creasing his fleshy face.

‘Jeez…hell no!’ Josh rasped in sudden anger. ‘If it’s that sort of group I’m out!’

He felt a restraining hand to his arm; turned on feeling the strength of Trish’s hold on him. ‘I’m not into that stuff either, Josh…’

‘So, that leaves you two to play in your own ways of it,’ Ben concluded on a raucous laugh. ‘Room two is yours!’ he called out over his shoulder as he left them.

Trish gripped his hand and arm; pressed against Josh and looked at him wonderingly; saw the soft smile of recognition that there would be few preambles to their tryst; his hands offering caresses to her hip and belly as she led him to their room. The air was heavily scented and two large candles flickered in their fluted glass holders that had been placed on a dresser; the poor light casting their shapeless shadows onto one wall.

‘Wait…I want to see you, Trish,’ he murmured on reaching for a cable switch that lit a small lamp placed on a tall stand in one corner of the darkened room, soft daylight to be seen through the pale blinds that had been pulled down. She saw him unbuttoning his sleeves and to begin on his shirt front but stopped him; made Josh look at her.

‘I’m breaking my own rules,’ she whispered, on meeting a first kiss as Josh drew her to him. She groped and felt the hard swell in his chinos; sensed Josh’s evident strength and longing for her. ‘This is crazy…what’s happening so quickly!’

‘It’s what I feel on seeing you…’

She shuddered and sagged against him; felt Josh’s fingers tug loose the fastening of her dress and then the slow slip of the zip over her enervated skin. She hunched her shoulders and felt him ease the dress down; shivered at his touch on her back as nimble fingers unfastened her bra. His actions soon revealed the soft tumble of her large, firm breasts; how her nipples stood proud.

‘You wonder…what you bring to me,’ he whispered. ‘That you should bring this to me.. a stranger,’ she heard him say.

Josh buried his face to them and she guided his sucking kisses; all the while tugging on his shirt until it slipped over his shoulders. He took a step away, but canlı kaçak iddaa she held his wrists as, together, they tugged on his belt and unfastened his chinos.

Josh felt her hair brush his skin as she looked down; clamped the swell in his briefs before her fingers tugged at the waist band and his straining prick sprang free; her soft gasp accompanied by his growl of admission for all that being with her had aroused in him and so quickly.

‘See what you’ve done to me?’ he quipped on a teasing smile. ‘It’s all I have…’

‘And all that I can take,’ she said on looking into his eyes.

From a mat of hair, that spiralled up over his belly, sprang his erection; its glistening tip prompting her to kneel down and to put her mouth to it; her fingers brazenly caressing its length; a hand squeezing rhythmically on his sac. She worked him expertly; felt Josh’s hands in her hair to guide her in these claims upon him.

‘Do you want this from me?’ Trish asked. She had felt his coaxing touches as she knelt before him; shivered at the prospect of what would follow and after the briefest of introductions. His touch was hot on her bare skin; his caresses to her shoulders; fingers in her hair guiding her as she licked his shaft; circled the tip with her tongue before she again looked up at him and in response to his gentle tug on her hair. ‘Not now?’

He shook his head; she felt his touch on her shoulders, then the slide of questing, gently squeezing fingers over her arms and breasts as he leant forward and kissed her upturned face, then parted lips. She felt the rush and wetness between her legs and responded with fiery kisses.

‘No, we try this…and then so much more.’

He drew her against him; had her raise one leg around his hip before he lifted her; clamped her buttocks fiercely and to have her feel the press of his prick against her belly; her instinctive response to claim it; to feel the slow slip against her moist lips as his fingers worked her opening; had her rise, and fall, to meet these deepening touches.

‘Crazy…crazy!’ she gasped and pushing down to meet his claims. ‘I…I can’t go on!’

‘Try!’ His lips tugged on her nipples and his fingers worked to open her; one finger then another. ‘What you bring and do make me want you!’

And then…

Then Josh lowered her onto him, and she felt the breath catch in her throat as he seemed to climb higher and higher within her body; to caress and stretch her until she clung to him; tore her mouth from his sought-after kisses that would silence he cries of wanton abandon. She gasped in time with his taking of her; Josh’s prick moving like a piston in its sleeve as he claimed her in these beguiling tempestuous ways.

‘You…you wonder…you young wonder!’

Josh carried her to the bed and knelt on the edge; kept his hold upon her as she canlı kaçak bahis was lowered onto the cool sheet and he slowly began a sinuous tamp of her body; felt her push up to claim and tug on him; to feel his hands grip her breasts and squeeze hard; felt his lips claim and tug on her nipples as if they would be torn from her body.

‘Do it fast!’ she gasped and pushing up on the bed; her feet scrabbling to make it happen; her fierce tugs on him making Josh groan in pleasure.

‘I want to fuck…really fuck!’ he cried out as she set an unrelenting rhythm; heard the slap of their skins against each other; the crash of his hips upon her.

‘Josh! Yes…so do I…so do I! she cried out, the tears springing to her eyes as she felt her approaching climax…then another…and another; her shudders met by his kisses and easing of the pace. She stopped. ”Oh God…a condom…use a condom!’

‘Hell…now of all times!’ He’d forgotten, such was the urgency to know her.

Josh remained so deep within her but was still; he reached for the box, so conveniently placed on the bedside cabinet and pulled one free. She felt empty as he withdrew from her; watched in fascination as he tore away the wrapping and felt his hands brush her thighs as, together, they drew it over his penis. Then, he was poised over her for only a moment before plunging in; drew her to him as he slammed into her and she pushed back; thrust her feet into the mattress and raised her hips to meet his fast pounding rhythm.

‘Go on…go on…finish it!’ She gasped, her head shaking from side to side and her eyes sightless as she came; felt the rush of his orgasm and flooding of her in jetting, tingling rushes that the condom could not deny to her. ‘Again…do it for me, again!’

She felt Josh slump down upon her and she basked in their shared heat; reached between their bodies to caress her wet, soft folds and the base of his prick where she clamped on it.

He kept her to him as they rolled over. Josh soon lay on his back. He reached out to brush away her hair; saw the soft glow on her skin and obliged her, as she pressed her breasts to his lips.

‘You’ve done it all for me…it felt so good,’ he told her, his hands stroking her body, wonderingly.

‘And the night’s only just begun,’ she kissed, quite unwilling to let this young guy go after one session, that had taken her breath away for its spontaneity. They were all but strangers outside their bed. ‘Can you keep it up…I wonder?’ she soon asked on nuzzling kisses to his lips, such familiarity not a part of these sessions, or only with a partner’s consent. The rule book had been cast aside.

‘What do you think?’ he grinned, ‘and there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?’

Trish nodded. She knew that this guy would ease away her doubts about her continued membership of the group. None of the men that pitched up did it for her.

‘I’ll sit on you and ride your pole,’ she smiled, moving to straddle him and loving the ways that his lips paid homage to her breasts. ‘You can see me and I can please myself while you’re at it.’


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