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This story is a work of fantasy, fiction, parody, and satire. As such, no offence is meant to anyone mentioned within it, as they would never act this way in real life. This is just a fictional erotic fantasy story to be read by those over 18 years of age. All characters mentioned within this text are 18 years of age or older and are therefore considered to be consenting adults. I make no money from this story and do not know any of the characters mentioned within it. If piquantly described sex and harsh, colourful language offend you, then you shouldn’t read on, should you? You’ve ALL been warnedHope you all enjoy it and if you've any constructive comments to make please email me at johnmconnors(at)protonmail(dot)com or PM me on the site.
Celeb: Penny Lane
Codes: MF, Oral, Cons“Baby, I wanna touch you
I wanna breathe into your well
See, I gotta hunt you
I gotta bring you to my hell
Baby, I wanna fuck you
I wanna feel you in my bones”Desire – Meg Myers
Eyes of a Stranger
Penny woke to the digital chime of her alarm echoing through the high rafters of her rustic suite. It was 6 a.m., and the air held the chill of the early February morning. She blinked away the last vestiges of sleep, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness that shrouded the room. It was still an hour until sunrise, so no light permeated the silk curtains. Smiling, she stretched her arms high above her head, her fingers grazing the cool, wrought-iron headboard behind her. The comfort of the bed, the warmth of the down covers wrapped around her, enticed her to linger. It was a temptation she'd fought every morning since she’d arrived, given that the weather was still frigid. She heard the radiators groan in protest as they struggled to come to life, the retreat’s heating sputtering into action
The model closed her eyes, sighing as she fought this same recurring battle, but the resort's heated pool beckoned her like a siren’s song. She reached for the side lamp and flicked it on, grabbed her phone, and stopped the alarm. She took several selfies, aiming to post the best of them to her Instagram later. She already had a caption ready for it. “No Rest for the Wicked”. She sighed and threw back the covers, coaxing herself to leave the bed's blissful embrace.
Wrapped in a plush white robe and matching slippers provided by the retreat, Penny padded across the carpeted floor to the tall window that framed the resort’s regal-looking grounds. She pulled back the curtains slightly and exhaled. The cool February air seeped through the glass, causing her to shiver. Illuminated by the outside lights, she could see that the ground was cloaked in a thick mist that had rolled off the surrounding hills. Large pines loomed like Titans at the edge of the surrounding woodland, sentried as they had been for aeons, their colossal outlines just barely visible through the thick fog.
The Requies Spa Retreat was sequestered in the Welsh valleys, miles from the nearest town, surrounded by hills, trees, and glorious silence. A large farmhouse built in the 1800s, Requies had seen significant renovation through the intervening years. It was once a family farm, then a command centre for SAS training in the 1940s, before being left to decay. In the 1990s, it was bought and restored into a five-star retreat named after the Latin word for relaxation. The rumour was that the original farmhouse had been built on the ruins of a Roman military base, hence the use of the Latin name. With subsequent extensions, Requies had 30 bedrooms and provided everything from hill walks and nature trails to Pilates, Kundalini Yoga, Spa, and Sauna retreats. Penny had been particularly interested in the Holistic Training courses run from the resort. She took a mental note to inquire about those before she left in two days.
It was a perfect escape for her after a hectic year of career triumphs, the highlight of which saw her named a Sports Illustrated Swimwear Rookie. Sensing their daughter’s frenetic year had drained her, as a Christmas gift, her parents had paid for a four-day stay at Requies for her and her sister. It was a welcome respite before trips to Colorado and Switzerland to shoot for SI, and a chance to pamper herself, as well as an opportunity to bond with her sister. If her sister ever got out of bed, that is. She was many things, but a morning person she was not, and Penny knew waking her at this hour would be fruitless.
The model tied her light blonde hair in a ponytail and quickly disrobed, shivering in the cool air, replacing the silk PJs with her black, one-piece bathing suit. She cursed herself for rushing her packing as she forced her body into the garment, struggling to fit it around her chest. It was too small for her, her breasts almost popping out of the sides of it. She battled to fit them into it in a way that was not just comfortable, but didn’t look obscene. After much manipulation, she felt sufficiently covered, if not entirely at ease. She was glad there were not too many other guests at the retreat, so few, if any, roving eyes would be on her. Not that many others would have been awake at 6 am on a Friday when they were supposed to be on a relaxing break. Hence, now was the perfect time to head for a swim. She slipped into her flip-flops, piled a fresh towel, phone, and a tracksuit into her Armani shoulder bag, and headed out the door.
The hall outside her room was as silent as a tomb. Nothing stirred, and no sound could be heard as she padded down the hall. The warm, ambient glow of ornate sconce lighting illuminated the textured stone walls, which were festooned with nature-inspired artwork, most from local artists. The floor was polished concrete, her footsteps muffled by the elaborate oriental carpet that ran down its centre in a long, straight strip. As she walked, she passed by tall Eucalyptus plants nestled in wide clay pots, their scent that unmistakable blend of mint, honey, and citrus. She knew the aroma well from the candles she had at home. It was a comforting, familiar one that reminded her of home and hearth.
The Spa level of the retreat was deserted, just as she had hoped. Like the rest of Requies, it was shrouded in silence at this hour. This part of the resort was the most modern and recent addition, all angular curves and modern sensibilities. There was a spa, sauna, and the indoor pool that Penny had come to adore. It was as much for alone time in peace as the physical exercise. At the entrance to the Spa and Pool annex, positioned on Doric plinths, were two marble statues of the Roman deities Venus and Aurora—the Goddesses of Love and Dawn, respectively. Rendered in Cotham Marble by a local artisan, the attention to detail and intricate carving captured the beauty and serenity of both female Immortals.
The pool area was sparsely decorated with pale pastel-coloured walls, two plush reclining chairs lining the far wall. A large clock adorned the far end, and its design was modern and minimalist. Apart from the clock, the walls were bare of artwork or other decorations. The tiles were sand-coloured, resembling the colour of the fine-grained sand she’d encountered on the Cayman Islands.
The pool itself was long and narrow, lined with slate tile. Soft lights were affixed to the bottom, complementing the room's low, mood lighting. Penny crossed the poolside, her flip-flops making soft scuffing sounds against the tiled floor. The warmth and tranquillity of the room immediately set her at ease, and she smiled as she headed towards the frosted glass door marked “Women’s Changing Room,” tucked into a quiet corner of the pool area.
Her smile died when she saw a sign affixed to the changing room door.
Temporarily out of service—please use alternative access via the Men’s Changing Room. We apologise for the inconvenience.“Bugger.” she thought, her relaxed mood dampened by this unexpected annoyance. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Did she wait until the door was fixed later today, or use the alternate route through the Men’s changing room? Her morning swims had become part of her routine, something she looked forward to, and although there were not an inordinate number of guests at the resort, she enjoyed being alone during those swims.
“It’s only 6 am, Pen. Who will be in there now?” she reasoned to herself. She had not seen anyone on her way down here, nor had she heard anyone either. The pool looked like it had not been disturbed; the water was as still as glass. That decided it for her.
With a glance around the pool to confirm she was alone; Penny approached the Men’s Changing Room entrance. She hesitated for a moment, still not convinced she should do it.
“Just quickly walk through,” she thought before she pulled the door open and stepped inside, steeling herself for the possibility of encountering male nudity.
It was empty and quiet inside, and Penny looked around, observing that the floor was dry and the benches clear of clothing. The room was decorated like the Women’s one; the walls were painted deep blue, with low, ambient lighting illuminating them. The floor tiles were light grey, the combining colours enhancing the serene atmosphere. The air was muggy, smelling faintly of chlorine. Relaxing, Penny moved towards the access door leading to the Women’s Changing Room. She felt like a naughty teenager sneaking into the boys’ changing room at school, hoping for a surreptitious peek. She had always wanted to see what it was like, that hidden voyeur buried deep inside her. She giggled at that thought as she reached for the door handle. That’s when she heard the faint patter of water against tiles. She froze in her tracks, heart hammering in her chest. Someone was in here.
Her first thought was to open the door and get out as quickly as possible. But something held her back, something that whispered to her curiosity. Perhaps it was the thrill of the forbidden, harkening back to that naughty schoolgirl fantasy, but she was drawn to the shower. She tiptoed towards it, the hiss of the shower, the sound of the water raining down growing louder.
“Do you really want to see some fat, old naked guy in there, Pen?” she thought, the rational part of her brain screaming at her to leave before she got caught.
Ignoring this rational voice, she peeked around the corner, her eyes widening at the sight before her. Facing away from her, the shower’s occupant was neither old nor fat. Far from it, in fact. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular. He didn’t have a bodybuilder's physique, but one of a man who looked after himself, and perhaps, worked outside too. A large, colourful tattoo of a giant tiger roaring covered the top of his back and shoulder blades, reaching down to his mid-back area. His arms were tattooed from shoulder to arm, a kaleidoscope of shapes and colours that looked as if they had been intricately woven into his skin. His hair was black and cut short, shaved tight at the sides.
Penny watched, transfixed, as the water cascaded over his sculpted, inked back and down the curves of his firm buttocks. His muscles rippled as he grabbed the bottle of body wash hanging on the shower control. As he lathered up, he turned in her direction, and she had to stifle a gasp, her eyes widening in astonishment. His cock was enormous, even in its flaccid state, as it hung heavily between his muscular thighs It reminded her of a prize-winning cucumber at the local village fair in Cheshire where she had grown up. The sight of it was both intimidating and arousing, and even though she was not a Size Queen by any stretch, Penny could not help the flush of desire she felt.
He was young, younger than she thought he would be, clean-shaven, tanned, and handsome. The front of his torso was covered with a giant eagle tattoo that ran from his breastbone to just above his groin, its wings spread across his chest. Her eyes were inevitably drawn back to his penis, marvelling at the size of it. She knew she should skulk away; she was invading his privacy, after all. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, from it. His hand moved down to his crotch as he washed there, massaging his large testicles as he rubbed shower gel around his most intimate area. She saw it twitch a little as if rousing from slumber, and she felt her pussy throb a little at the sight.
“What would it feel like to have it inside you?” she thought to herself, her hand drifting to her chest. She felt her nipples stiffen beneath the fabric of her bathing suit. She knew it was wrong to keep staring, to be here still gawking at him, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from such an erotic sight. As he washed it, it grew before her eyes, lengthening and thickening until it stood at full attention, reaching almost to his navel; an enormous, blood-gorged pole of muscle that she couldn’t take her eyes off.
That was ultimately what got her caught. She was paying so much attention to his penis; she never noticed him looking at her.
“See something you like?” he asked, cocking his head and grinning at her.
His voice roused her from her trance, and she jerked upright, panicking. She hid around the corner of the shower, her back pressed against the wall, her shoulder bag hitting the ground as she did.
"Oh My God…I... I'm so sorry," she managed to stutter out, her cheeks crimson. "I didn't mean to..."
"Don't worry about it. I'm used to getting this reaction from women when they see it," he called out, his tone light and breezy.
“The women's changing room door is out of order, so I had to come in this way….I’m so sorry, really,” she heard herself blurt out. She closed her eyes, feeling her cheeks burn, and pressed herself tighter against the wall, debating whether to run back to her room.
“This is what you get for being a voyeur, Penny, you idiot!” she thought, as she heard him chuckling in the shower.
"No problem," he said again. “It’s not every day I get stared at in the shower by a very pretty woman.”
She caught the hint of an accent, something faintly European. She couldn’t tell where it was from, but found it seductively alluring. She stood there, heart racing, breathing heavily as she cursed herself.
“You still out there?” he asked, a slightly teasing tone to his voice, goading her to respond.
Penny swallowed hard, considering whether to respond or slink away. Yet part of her couldn’t do that, didn’t want to.
"Yes, I'm here," she replied, trying and failing to control the timbre of her voice.
“Good, I thought you might have run away from me.” he chuckled, his voice echoing in the tiled chamber. "So, why don't you come in here and join me."
It wasn’t so much of a question as a challenge.
Penny's cheeks burned with a blend of shock and arousal, and she was not quite sure how to respond to his indecent proposal.
“I don't think that's such a good idea," she said hesitantly, her heart pounding.
Picking up on her tone, he spoke.
"If you're afraid of someone coming in here, don't be. No one uses the pool before 8 am," he assured her, before adding, “Well, apart from you. And me, I guess. Although I don’t tend to use the pool, just the shower.”
Penny bit her bottom lip, contemplating. Torn between wanting to and not. She was not that impulsive, particularly regarding matters this intimate. She knew she should leave, that it was wrong even to consider this, but his lure was overpowering, his confidence too. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she stepped from her hiding place and into the showers.
“Hey there,” he said with a grin etched on his face, making no effort to hide his nudity as she stood there. His unabashed confidence made her heart skip a little, and she returned his grin with a shy smile.
“Hi,” she said, as she stood gawping at him. He beckoned her to join him, and she hesitated for a second before untying her robe, hanging it on a hook on the far shower wall. As she turned to face him, he looked at her appraisingly, his eyes raking her body. She saw his cock begin to stiffen, and felt her cheeks turn crimson at the sight.
“What’s your name?” she asked as she stepped forward, fighting to keep her voice steady.
"Does it matter?" he asked, cocking his head, that playful smirk still etched on his face.
"I... I guess not," she replied, her voice quivering slightly. She was almost at the point of no return here, and she knew it.
"Then come in," he urged, his eyes never leaving hers.
She stepped forward, mere feet from him now, her eyes never leaving his. He had brilliant blue eyes, a feature she noticed only when she was closer to him. They twinkled with excitement as she drew closer. He had a strong jaw, full lips, and high cheekbones. Not the looks of a male model, not quite. But not far off. His nose was Aquiline in shape, although it was not so big as to detract from his looks in any way. He was young, but undeniably handsome, and she felt her resistance melting away.
"You know, it would probably feel better if you took the suit off," he suggested, nodding at her one-piece, his voice calm and confident. “Let the water hit your skin, you know."
His gaze never wavered from hers, challenging her as he had done throughout this entire encounter. She knew what would happen if she took her suit off, and so did he. They both did. If she did it, she was crossing the Rubicon; there was no going back. She wanted to let go, to give in, but part of her still resisted looking for a reason to stop, to run out of here and back to her room.
"What age are you?" she asked, trying to maintain a semblance of control and consciously searching for an excuse to leave.
"Does it matter?" he said, cocking his head a little.
"That does," she replied, stepping back, her eyes still locked on his. “I'd like to know that you are...I’d like to know you are at least legal.”
The young man chuckled, “You think I look underage?”
Penny put her hands on her hips, cutting him a look that brooked no argument, and he held her gaze.
“I guess I should feel flattered. I don’t have any ID on me now, but I’m twenty years old. I was born on the Fifth of January 2005. Happy.” he said as he moved a step toward her, his cock swaying with the movement.
Penny felt a rush of heat on her cheeks as she nodded, biting her lip.
“I guess so.” she said, her eyes meeting his. He smiled softly and nodded, taking a step back to give her some space.
“He’s only twenty, Penny! He’s too young for you!” the warning voice in her head chimed. It was less shrill now, an almost half-hearted final attempt to get her to leave. Easy for her to dismiss as she locked eyes with him.
She looked towards the shower exit before looking back at him. Bashfully, her hands hovered over the shoulder straps of her bathing suit, her mind racing as the reality of what they were going to do hit her. As she pulled the shoulder straps of the suit down, her breasts spilled out, large, full, and round, the nipples taut from arousal. She let the fabric fall at her feet, blushing as she saw his eyes widen, roving over her tanned, toned body.
“Wow, you are fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze inevitably drawn to her chest, before returning to her face. The sight of her nude had momentarily stunned him, she could see. As confident as she was modelling, she fought the urge to cover herself up under his scrutiny.
“Thank you,” was all she could say as she bit her lip, looking at him coyly.
"Now, are you going to stand there, or are you going to come in." he grinned, another challenge laid down.
Penny stepped into the shower, her breasts bouncing, her eyes not meeting his. They flicked to his cock, which was rock hard and twitching, and she felt a heat deep inside her. The warm water enveloped her body as she stood close to him, facing him. He was a few inches taller than her, not towering over her.
“He is gorgeous,” she thought, and all remaining inhibitions she had dissipated in that moment.
The handsome stranger reached for the shower gel and squeezed a generous helping of it onto his hands, turning to her with a questioning look, waiting for her approval. She nodded, and he moved closer to her, placing his hands on her chest, beginning to rub the shower gel onto her breasts. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as he massaged them, his hands gliding over the slippery skin. His hands were coarse and rough, but he was gentle as they traversed her chest, his palms circling her areolae slowly, deliberately. As he teased her erect nipples, she let out a little moan, placing a hand on his chest to steady herself. He leaned down and kissed her neck, his hands still exploring her breasts.
Penny moaned as he kissed and nuzzled her neck, moving slowly around it to her earlobe. He nibbled on it gently, his warm breath causing her to shiver with excitement. She stroked his chest with her hands, tracing the outlines of the eagle wings on his chest, rubbing them over his nipples. His hand slid down her body, cupping her ass, pulling her closer to him. She gasped as she felt his hardness press against her stomach, and he used that opportunity to kiss her, pressing his lips gently against hers. They were soft and warm against hers, parted slightly, inviting her tongue to slip inside. Accepting his invitation, she pressed her palms against his chest as they kissed, her eyes fluttering rapidly, a warmth blossoming inside her. It had been too long since she’d felt this way, too long since she’d felt butterflies like this pirouetting in her stomach. Not since Jake. A far-flung memory now, as she leaned into the warm embrace of this tattooed stranger.
He pushed her gently against the shower wall, their bodies pressed together. He cupped her breasts as they kissed, squeezing them gently, his fingers stroking her hardened nipples. Then his mouth was on them, his tongue flicking gently over the taut buds.
“Oh, yes.” Penny moaned throatily, her hands gripping his arms, as an exquisite lance of pleasure washed over her. She felt the wetness between her legs and shuddered.
As he suckled on her breasts, one of his hands slid slowly to her pussy, stroking every inch of her belly as it snaked its way there. He pressed his mouth against hers as his fingers brushed her clit, his touch gentle but firm, caressing it slowly. She kissed him eagerly, moaning into his mouth, her hips moving in time with his hand. She reached for his cock, sliding her hands around it. Taking hold of it, she felt the veins pulse beneath her fingers. Her hands explored the length and girth of him, a little thrill shooting through her at how hard he was for her. The handsome stranger moaned as she began stroking him, his cock throbbing and pulsing in her hands. She wanted him, needed him now, and she broke the kiss, whispering into his ear.
“I’m ready.”
He nodded, spreading her legs wider, positioning his cock between them, sliding it against her clit as he plunged his tongue into her mouth again. As they kissed like long-lost lovers, Penny braced herself against him, her arms gripping his waist. She knew his size would be a challenge, but she also knew it would feel good and she would be lost in the moment with him, a moment she had needed for a long time. She felt the head of his cock at her entrance, and she gasped as he started to push inside.
Penny had never felt anything like it. Even though he was slow and gentle with her, he was so big she thought she was being split in two. She wasn’t even sure he would be able to fit inside her, let alone make love to her. She gritted her teeth as he pushed inside, her nails digging into his forearms. He stopped and looked at her, his eyes questioning, concerned.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
Penny nodded, taking a deep breath, “Keep going. Just be gentle, okay?”
He nodded, kissing her lips softly, before he slowly resumed pushing himself into her.
As the water pelted down on them, and steam surrounded them, Penny groaned as he penetrated her, feeling the stretch of his cock as it burrowed deeper. She could feel herself beginning to adjust to his size, her body clenching and unclenching as it did. He grunted as he worked his way inside her, his penis squeezed in a vice-like grip by her velvet tightness. She didn’t want him to stop, no matter what. She wanted to feel the sensual pleasure and pain of being with a man like him. As she felt him slide further inside her, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, and she felt herself growing hotter with every inch of him that slid home. He gripped her hip with one hand, and one of her tits with the other, starting to move inside her.
The feeling was indescribable, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain as he slid in and out of her, rotating his hips in figure-eight motions. Slow, languid strokes that had her whimpering in pleasure, each thrust sending bolts of ecstasy rippling through her body. She wrapped a leg around his waist, her heel digging into his firm ass, urging him deeper. Her moans echoed off the tiles, growing louder as he thrust, his cock skewering her, stretching her to her limits. They kissed each other fiercely as they made love, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies, completely oblivious to anything going on around them. He was moaning now as well, the sound dampened by her mouth, and she held onto him tighter. He broke the kiss, nuzzling her neck as he groped her breasts, his teeth grazing her earlobe. Penny felt the maelstrom of an orgasm begin to build, a pleasure coiling deep inside her.
“Fuck me harder.” she whimpered, a desperate plea for him to send her over the edge.
The stranger complied, his movements growing more fervent, their bodies slapping together, the sound reverberating in the tiled space. Penny clung to him, moaning as his cock plunged in and out of her, battering her g-spot with each stroke. Her body started quivering as she felt herself tightening around him, the sparks of her climax becoming an inferno. Her breath grew shallower, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her whimpering desperate. Sensing her impending explosion, the man pumped even harder, his movements more forceful, his hips a blur. He leaned down and sucked her nipples, sending electric shocks straight to her clit.
When she came, Penny saw stars, her whole body convulsing as waves of bliss crashed over her. She held onto him tightly, shuddering wildly as she fought to keep her balance, sobbing in ecstasy as she did. Her whole body tingled in pleasure, from her face to the tips of her toes. It was the most incredible, sensual feeling she had ever had, something she had never felt before. She breathed heavily in his ear as she held him close, giggling with pleasure as her body was wracked with a wave of orgasmic aftershocks.
The handsome young stranger slowed his movements, gently bringing her back down to earth from orbit, as he groaned feeling her pussy clamp him tightly. His lips caressed her neck, before she turned his head and kissed him, a fiery embrace filled with raw passion and need. She could feel his cock throb inside of her, she wanted him to feel good too. She began to move her hips in a circular motion, grinding herself against him, her walls stroking his length whilst he thrust into her. He groaned as his grip on her hips tightened, his body tensing. She could feel his cock trembling inside her and she urged him on.
“Cum inside me.” she begged, the words coming out as a desperate whisper against his lips.
That’s all it took to send him over the edge, and with a final series of thrusts, he came. His entire body shuddered in pleasure as he spurted his seed deep inside her, groaning in ecstasy as he did. Penny gasped as she felt it all. His cock, enormous as it was, expanded even larger as it twitched and jerked inside her. She felt a warm, wet feeling starting to spread in her lower belly, and she shivered in pleasure, pressing her lips to his. He held her tight as they kissed, moaning into her mouth. They held each other close, the water from the shower raining down on them.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily. Penny pressed herself against the shower wall, still unsteady on her feet. She looked at him and smiled coyly, her body still tingling in pleasure. She had never had a man make her feel that good before, not even Jake. It was something she had been missing, something she didn’t even know she had missed. He returned her grin and sauntered over to her, half-hard cock swaying as he did. He planted a hand on the shower wall beside her head, stroking her cheek with the fingers of the other.
“You know, I never got around to washing your back,” he cocked his head and grinned at her.
She felt a bolt of desire at his words and knew she needed him again. Now.
“I suppose you should take care of that, then.” she replied, raising an eyebrow, inviting him to proceed.
He turned her around, and with gentle hands, began to wash her back, his soapy hands moving over her skin in a slow, deliberate pattern that had her moaning all over again. Her body was still tingling from her previous orgasm, and his touch felt electric against her sensitive skin. As he worked his way down, she could feel his cock growing against her backside, and she wiggled her hips in response, teasing him. He kissed her neck in response, sliding his hands to her tits, massaging them gently.
Penny leaned into him, her eyes closed as she let out a soft sigh.
“That feels so good.” she murmured, tilting her head so they could kiss.
Their tongues danced together as he busied himself with her breasts, his cock fully erect and pressing into her back. She reached back and started to stroke it slowly, her fingers playing with its sensitive head. He shuddered and broke the kiss, his hand pressing firmly into the small of her back, pushing her towards the wall of the shower.
"If we get caught..." she started to protest, but he silenced her with another kiss, positioning himself at her entrance.
“We won't," he growled, as he spread her legs wider and slid back into her.
Penny gasped as his girth stretched her open again, though less painfully than before. His movements were slow and deliberate, long, slow, deep thrusts that had her moaning and whimpering in pleasure. She reached around to hold onto his firm ass, urging him deeper, and he obliged, figure-eighting her again, causing her to let out a low sobbing cry.
“Fuck, that’s so deep!” she moaned, as she felt his cock almost dancing inside her.
He kissed her neck and grunted in her ear. “You love how this big dick feels in you, don’t you. Tell me how it feels.”
Her cheeks burning with lust, all inhibitions gone now, Penny groaned, “Ohhhhh, I love it. It feels amazing. So big…so good."
“You're going to cum on it for me, right.” he growled in her ear, a command not a question.
“Yesss, oh God yes!” she hissed, as she started to thrust back against his cock, her body responding to his dominance.
He captured her mouth with his, devouring her, as he continued to fuck her from behind. As they fucked, the shower drenching them both, the model succumbed to her desires. She had never this wanton, this slutty, and she loved every second of that feeling. It was as if the Goddess Venus had possessed her, commanding her to embrace her promiscuous side. Whether it was divine intervention, or the atmosphere at the retreat that had unlocked this side of her, her wet and eager pussy welcomed the thick, pulsing shaft now pillaging her. The risk of being caught added a unique thrill to the encounter that had her pussy quivering around his prick, and she felt her orgasm start to build.
Feeling her tremble around his penis, the tattooed stranger gripped her hips tightly, starting to pound into her with more ferocity. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the shower space, mingling with the falling water and their moaning. He gripped her head and planted his lips on hers as he pummelled her, hearing her shriek into his mouth, her body shuddering against his as her orgasm crested.
Penny screamed into his mouth, her eyes closed shut, her body convulsing in his arms as his cock plunged into her slick sex one last time. Her muscles clenched his cock, undulating around it, and she heard him groan in pleasure. As she arched her back against him, she felt it explode inside her, his warm, sticky cum filling her. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire, every nerve ending shredded. He moved a hand to cup a breast, his fingers caressing her nipples, and the sensation was overwhelming. It was too much for her, and she tried to squirm away from his touch.
“Where are you going?” he moaned in her ear, nibbling at the earlobe, causing her to jerk a little.
“It’s too sensitive,” she giggled. “I can’t.”
“Good. That’s how it’s supposed to feel after a good fuck.” He kissed the back of her neck before withdrawing, turning her around to face him. She felt the evidence of their passion leak down her thighs, and she felt a sudden shyness wash over her. He took her chin, lowered his face to hers, and kissed her softly. She responded eagerly, their tongues dancing together again. They held each other, kissing tenderly for what seemed like forever.
“I wish I could stay with you all day, in here,” he sighed, a tenderness evident in his gaze. “But I have to get to work.”
Penny nodded in understanding; her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction.
“What’s your name?” she asked as he handed her the bottle of shower gel.
"Does it matter?" he said, cocking his head a little.
“You’re really not going to tell me your name, after all this?” she asked incredulously.
The handsome young man shrugged. “It adds that little mystery to the experience, don’t you think?"
Penny conceded that she couldn’t really argue with that. In one way, there was something incredibly hot about not knowing the name of the man who had just given her the best fuck of her life. On the other hand, she craved more of him. Seeing her crestfallen expression, he leaned in and murmured, “If you're down here tomorrow at the same time, maybe I'll tell you."
He kissed her again before stepping out of the shower and grabbing his towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he winked at her, disappearing to the locker room. Penny closed her eyes and leaned against the cold tiles, her body tingling from their encounter. Her mind raced as she tried to process what had just happened. It was like something from a Jilly Cooper or Mills and Boon novel; the English Rose meets the hung, swarthy stranger who beds her and takes her to heaven. How often had she read those clichéd page-turners her mother bought, wistfully dreaming of it happening to her? It had all been a fantasy back then.
But this, this had been real. And it had been incredible.
Wanting to kiss him again, to feel his touch, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed her swimsuit, flip-flops, and robe, emerging into the changing room.
He wasn’t there. Like a wraith, he had disappeared.
Deflated, Penny sighed as she picked up her discarded shoulder bag, catching sight of herself in a nearby mirror. She looked quite a sight, cheeks flushed, long blonde hair wet and dark, stray strands plastered to her skin. Her pupils were dilated, and she saw red patches of arousal on her neck and chest. She shivered as she closed her eyes, smiling serenely as she remembered his touch, his kisses, his cock. Her heart fluttered as she remembered how he had made her feel, her nipples stiffening as she did.
Her eyes flew open suddenly as she remembered she was standing naked in the Men’s changing room. She quickly gathered her belongings and opened the Women’s changing room door. With one last glance behind her, she stepped into the empty room and closed the door, wondering what the morrow would bring.
And would she ever see him again.
Topic: Eyes of a Stranger (starring Penny Lane) (Read 7047 times)