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I was staying with my sister Rachel and her husband Matthew at their caravan for a few days. Their bed was at one end of the caravan and I had been sleeping on one of the sofas at the other end. Changing was no problem, none of us were bothered or embarrassed about undressing in front of each other.
I was slightly jealous though, they had each other to cuddle into, and despite being slightly shorter than the average man, Matthew was very nice to look at, with a proper manly hairy chest and nicely shaped muscles, nothing over the top. I had not yet looked at his genitals properly though. I had tried to catch glimpses when I thought they wouldn't notice, but was unsure if I was allowed to look openly, so I chose not to, despite the temptation.
This particular afternoon, Rachel was getting ready to go for a walk. I had no interest in walking that day, and neither did Matthew, so we were staying behind at the caravan. Having woken that morning at my usual time of 4:30, despite not having work, I was now feeling a bit tired. I asked if they minded if I lay down on their bed. They said that was fine, so I took off my shoes and lay on the bed facing the wall, with my back to them. I didn't actually fall properly asleep, I just dozed.
I heard Rachel say goodbye and leave. A few minutes later Matthew climbed on the bed and cuddled into my back, wrapping an arm around my belly. It felt so nice to be cuddled, and to feel his body heat through my t-shirt. I hummed contentedly and we dozed together for a bit.
After a while, I wasn't sure how long we had dozed for, I felt Çeşme Escort his hand slide from my belly up to my breast and gently caress me. Slightly surprised, I hummed with pleasure and moved my top arm to give him better access. He responded by sliding his hand inside my t-shirt and continuing to caress my braless breasts. I arched my back to push my breast further into his hand. He continued to stroke my breasts, brushing over my nipples and getting me all excited. I reached my hand tentatively back and gently stroked his thigh. When he did not object, I moved my hand slowly upwards searching for his bulge. Upon finding it, I stroked my hand gingerly over the bulge in his trousers, slowly up and down.
As he played with my breasts, turning me on more, I grew more confident in my stroking of his bulge. Soon, rather than just stroking whichever part I happened to touch, I purposefully curled my fingers and found the shape of his shaft, trying to wrap my hand around it as best as I could through his trousers and stroking up and down his length.
I was just beginning to think, "I wish he would stroke me between my legs," when we heard the awning zip go and Rachel returned. We quickly let go of each other and got up.
The next few hours were spent pleasantly together watching the TV and chatting. At half 5, Rachel headed out to play bingo with her friends, while Matthew started preparing a meal for him and me. We watched more TV while we ate, he's an amazing cook, then we talked for a while. I decided to wash the dishes for him. He watched and chatted while Çeşme Escort Bayan I did, then as I was washing the last dish, he came up behind me, as though trying to get past in the tight space, but instead stopped right behind me and put his arms around my waist. I put the last dish on the drainer, pulled the plug out and put my wet hands on top of his.
I smiled to myself, then guided his hands under my t-shirt and up to my breasts again, while pushing my bum backwards to rub it against him. As he caressed my breasts and nipples, I started to wish again that he would put a hand, or something, between my legs.
I pulled off my t-shirt, removed my jeans and knickers and sat sideways on the sofa, my back against the arm cushions, one knee bent displaying all I have. Matthew stroked my breast briefly, then slid his hand slowly down my belly, into my pubic hair, and rubbed my clitoris with a finger. It felt amazing as pleasure tingled along my nerves. He then put his head down there and ran his tongue over my clitoris, which felt surprisingly good. I'd already mentioned to him that when I was sexually active all those years ago I never really enjoyed receiving oral sex. I guess he was trying to change my mind, after all he had said that he enjoys giving oral.
As I lay there, he did amazing things with his mouth and tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair, trying not to moan too loudly as sensations I hadn't felt for 20 years coursed through my body. As much as I tried to pleasure myself from time to time, I just had no skill at it, and it's no substitute Escort Çeşme for the touch of an actual man. After a little fumbling, I managed to undo his trousers and pulled him out. I stroked my hand up and down his penis, which felt very nice in my hand, thick and firm and warm, as he continued to work his magic with his mouth. As I felt an orgasm fast approaching, I let go of his penis out of fear of hurting him, grabbed the sofa cushion instead and tried to muffle my squeals as waves of pure pleasure coursed through me.
When it finally died down a little, I looked at Matthew, and he had a grin on his face, watching me. I got up, staggered down to the bed on my wobbly legs, dragging him along too. I laid him down on his back, with his trousers and pants off, and climbed on top of him. I rested my hands on his pillow, one either side of his head, arms straight, and with my knees bent, one leg either side of him, I lowered myself onto him.
As the thick length of his penis slid into me, we both moaned. I quickly came close to another orgasm, peaking again after only a few thrusts. I rode him like that, coming once again before I felt him come close as I was riding up towards another orgasm. We both came together, him groaning quietly, shooting his load inside me as I spasmed around him, trying my hardest not to shout out. I collapsed on top of him, kissing his neck and cheek, his now not so hard penis still inside me, and whispered, "That was amazing."
We both jumped a little as his phone chimed. I slid him out of me slowly, then lay on the bed as he checked his phone.
"She's on her way back," He announced, before dressing himself again.
I replied, "That's a shame, I could have done with an action replay." Then I got myself decent again.
"Don't worry," he said, "She's up there again in a couple of days."