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The Mediterranean Guesthouse Chapter 6 - the end

Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Anal, First Time, Author: arsch_chiis, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

eyes as she kisses me on the lips and then stands up, looking down at the bulge in my slacks. She takes my hand and I stand up too. ‘Where should we do it?’ she asks. I look around, then pull her from her hand inside the house. There, the chair in the living room. ‘How about here?’ ‘Ok.’ ‘I will wait here.’ I kiss her. ‘Ok, I will be just a minute.’ She grabs the front of my slacks and squeezes my erection making me sigh out of pleasure. ‘Stay…hard.’ and then she grabs the anal douche and goes to her wing of the house. I stand around for a while but then I walk back out to the terrace. The night is now completely dark and outside the lights of the house, the hillside is black. The moon is not out yet, and only the stars are lighting the hills. The scent of the warm night is exotic and the sounds of the evening all around me. My last night here. Tomorrow, the plane back home. Suddenly it feels wrong to be leaving. Leaving the warm air. Leaving the silent nature, the beautiful views. The sea. Leaving the pretty roads. Leaving the beautiful house. Leaving Kate. But this isn’t where my life is. My life is back home. My work, my apartment. I think about the last week here. It is weird how people forget. It seems so long ago that I stepped off the plane and got to the rental car. And now, with all that is happened, it feels that “back home” was another life. The life where I need to return to. The cold. The darkness. The coming winter. Thinking about this wonderful week and Kate ... as my host, my friend, my lover, the return to back home seems like… yes, a return, but at the same time it seems like leaving something. I search for a word… and only one I can come up with is “paradise”. I hear steps behind me, then her arms are reaching around me and I can feel the scent of shower-fresh Kate. ‘Come.’ she says. She has only a towel around her as I follow her to the living room. We stop in front of the chair and now I am standing behind her. Her hair is slightly damp from the shower and smells wonderful. I hold her loose brown long hair onto one side and kiss her neck. She breathes in when my lips touch her. I hold her still facing the chair, and start to open the towel she has wrapped around her. I allow it to fall to the floor and my hands move to her waist, caressing her lightly, touching her sides, her belly, bringing my hands slowly up close to her tits, then down her sides to her hips. Her hair is a little longer than shoulder length and loose, falling now to her back. I touch her shoulders, then her neck. She is breathing deeper. I turn her around. ‘Close your eyes.’ I tell her. She obeys me, lifting her chin up with parted lips, waiting to be kissed. I kiss her on the lips and bring my hands now up on her neck and throat, and then while still kissing her, move my hands slowly lower, touching her chest, and then my fingers find her breasts. She breathes in sharply as my fingers make little circles around her hard nipples. I bend in, kissing her between ...