Somerset Sunset

Although I had been on this trail many times, I looked forward to getting out and hiking. I was meeting up with a few mates early. There were several cars in the closest car park for the Cheddar Gorge cliff-top walk. It was not a long hike, about three miles. Some of the trail paths were steep and rocky. I wasn't surprised that it was a popular destination on this warm spring day.

We hadn't gotten far on the trail when we saw three girls, giggling and chatting like they did not have a care in the world. I did not get a good look at them, but one of my friends commented on how cute they were. It almost made me turn around to look. Close to the halfway mark, we slowed down to drink some water and enjoy the top-of-the-world view.

The girls caught up with us and stopped, too. My first impression was slightly off. They were not girls--more like young women. One of them spoke up, "Hey, Guys." She was not from here, and she was beautiful.

Our heads whipped around in unison. We yelled out our good mornings. Two girls giggled again, and the third, who had first spoken, just smiled and asked, "Have you hiked here before?"

She had olive skin, dark eyes, and black hair tied behind her in a ponytail. Her body was curvy. I want to touch her. As soon as my eyes stopped undressing her, I responded, "I've been here many times. Where are you from?"

She looked me up and down. She responded, "This is my first time; my cousins have been here before. I'm from South Carolina, USA, but I live near Chicago now for work. Do you like my accent?" Her eyes burned into me.

"Of course, we can all hear you are not from here. I used to live in Missouri when I was younger. Have you ever been there?" I didn't want the conversation to stop. My thoughts were, I want you to keep talking to me with that southern drawl.

"I've been to St. Louis, Missouri," she states. The cousins started walking away. The two girls looked nothing like their talkative cousin. She looked right at me. "My name is Elise. Call me Elle. What is your name?"

I walked closer to her. "I'm Jon or Jonny. Are you staying with your cousins? Do they live near here?" One of her cousins gave me a sneer as she walked back and grabbed Elle's arm.

My mates chuckled, knowing I wanted to know this woman better. She held her ground and stated, "I'm good. Why don't you four go on? We can meet you at the trail's end. Would you like to walk with me, Jon?" I nodded with a wide grin as the other four started down the trail.

Elle told me about her cousins settling into a flat in Bristol. She was staying with them for the next week, and she had a lot of family in the UK. Her trip to England was a few months long for work and play. Then, she would return to the States, where she lived and worked in a month.

When I asked what she did and where she worked, she looked at me seriously and said, "Please, let's not spoil this day." Her cousins kept their eyes on us the whole time as we hiked.

When we were almost at the end, we climbed Jacob's Ladder. Our mates descended the stairs as we made our way toward the top. Elle and I were the only two there. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. We were face to face, looking into each other's eyes. I went in for a kiss, and my nose hit a hand as it appeared before my face to stop me.

"Do you think I'm that easy?" she snickered. A second later, her mouth covered mine, and we kissed. "Is that better, Jonny?" I didn't know what had happened, but that kiss was worth whatever was going through Elle's mind.

We finished the trail and arrived in the unique town of Cheddar, where we said our goodbyes. Elle took my hand and wrote her cell phone number on it. She kissed my cheek, and she was gone. When I got home, I wrote the number on paper and debated when to use it.

The next evening after work, I called. She was happy to hear from me. I asked her if I could see her the next day. I thought she might enjoy a sunset with me. Elle was excited and asked if I didn't mind driving to pick her up, and I arrived at the appointed time and texted as we had planned. Before I knew it, she was in the passenger seat.

Our conversation flowed, and we arrived at the destination where we would watch the sun set over Bristol Bay. The Brean beach was wide and long. There was parking on the beach, and the quaint town edged right up to the beach.

Luckily, the tide was out, so I spread a large blanket on the sand. The weather wasn't perfect--it was a tad cooler--but at least the sun was out. I went and got the cooler and a large basket of food.

We sat there quietly and ate, finally Elise broke the silence when she asked, "Do you always pick up strange girls when you hike?" I heard her giggle and felt my penis throb.

I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. My thoughts were less noble, but I wasn't sure I should act on them then. "No, I don't. It takes someone very special to take my mind off hiking, Elle," I replied.

Her eyes met mine, and I saw her hands move to the buttons on her shirt. One by one, Elle unbuttoned her shirt. Never mind that we were on a public beach, with numerous people around. She did not seem to care.

"You like, Jonny?" she questioned me. My eyes are popping out of my head, and I nod.

The shirt is now open and I can see her pretty bra. Her hands touch the bra softly over her ample breasts. I feel her hand on mine as she brings it to her breast, saying, "Touch me."

I can feel her nipples are hard, and so am I. "Do you want to stay for the sunset?" tumbles out of my mouth, "We could stay, then go back to my place, if you'd like." The latter, she tells me.

After an amazing Somerset sunset, we are back at my place. We are all over each other, our clothes half on, half off. I bring Elle upstairs to my bedroom, where we continue to kiss and touch. Her body is hot to touch, and my insides are on fire.

Once we are both naked, we lie on my bed. There is no need for talking or instructions; we move in sync naturally. I kneel between her legs and bring them over my shoulders. Her body is calling me, and I can not stop myself.

My hardness rubs her very wet pussy. Elle's clit is swollen and hard and I target my cock on it. Rubbing and rubbing it, her pelvis moves erratically, and I can hear her breath hitch. "Jonny, don't stop, please don't stop."

I want to be inside her so badly, but I don't stop pressing my cock through her wetness. Her arms come around me, and I can feel her fingernails dig into my back. She moans so loudly, and she presses harder onto me.

"Jonny, Jonny... Ohhh." Elle yells out as she cums. Then my hard dick slips inside her. I can feel her vagina pulsating on my erection.

It doesn't take much for me, as I go in and out, my cock has never been this hard. One more thrust and I'm cumming. "Ahhh... Elle... Fuck," I groan.

My lips crush hers as our tongues desperately move in each other's mouths. "Elle, that felt amazing," I sigh. My arms are tight around her. I don't want to let go.

I have only one month to enjoy her body and spirit. Every time I see her, she amazes me. She is a bright light in my dim day. We spend every weekend together.

I take her surfing, something she never did before. Elle was not a born surfer, and I'm not sure more lessons will help her. When we leave the water to change from our wetsuits, she has no hesitation stripping out of it in the parking lot for all to see. She turns me on.

We get in the car. She knows that I'm excited by her behaviour. Her hand is over my erection, then she unzips my pants, taking my hardness out. Again, it is a thrill; anyone could see us.

Elle strokes me, I'm so close. Her mouth is on my cock now and she bobs up and down sucking the cum out of me.

Our weekends together are magical and over. Elle asked me to visit her in the States, and I can't wait. A month later, I'm landing at O'Hare Airport in Chicago.

The spring day is bright and beautiful, and we approach her small home about thirty miles from the city. Elle tells me a rainstorm is supposed to come within the next few hours.

I'm thankful I slept a few hours on the flight and don't need to crash yet. Elle has prepared a nice meal for me. We settled on her couch, ate, and planned my visit. As we finished our dinner, a hard rain pelted her windows. Alarms went off on her phone, and I heard sounds like air raid sirens in the distance.

"Don't worry, Jonny, those are tornado warnings, they are not from my town." The drapes are wide open, and I can see the trees in her yard and garden, almost bending over from the wind. I am worried.

Elle starts undressing me while I sit on the couch, unconcerned about a tornado. It seems like nothing to her, and she stands before me. Her clothes come off one by one, and her smile is so seductive.

I start to relax. Again, alarms go off on her phone, and sirens blare not in the distance this time.

She starts to straddle me and kiss me, but I can't ignore the warnings. "Please, Elle, I'm not used to this. Should we do something?' I plead.

"Jonny, come with me." That's all she says as she takes my hand. We head toward a door that takes us into a laundry area. Elle hasn't stopped undressing and continues to kiss me. I am not sure if I'm sexually aroused or scared stiff. Another door and stairs lead to a basement.

Immediately, I find some relief when we start down the stairs. But Elise's hands are still on me, she unbuckled my belt, unzips my fly and takes hold of my cock. I'm holding my pants with one hand and her with another.

Finally, we have almost reached the last step. The wind is howling, and I can still hear the rain pounding on the roof. I step onto the basement floor. Elle sits on the second-to-last step and spreads her legs.

I take my pants down, my body says, go for it, but my mind is flooded with sounds from this storm. My cock is hard and Elle is playing with her pussy, her fingers are wet. "Come on, Jonny."

The next thing I know I'm inside her wetness, fucking as if my life depended on it. In and out, she is so wet and hot. I can feel her muscles clamp down on my cock. Her pussy is tight and it is so good to be inside her.

Again, more sirens go off, and the rain and wind continue. My mind is rushing, and we are kissing fiercely. I'm filling her with my stiff member, so tight and wet. Fucking her as if my life depends on it. Her hips move up and down with each one of my thrusts.

All of a sudden, I refocus and hear the storm again. It sounds like something hit the house or the roof. "Cum for me, Jonny." Then I groan and spill inside her. I listen again, and I hear nothing. The storm has passed by us.

A few minutes later, we both got up and sat on a small couch in the basement. Our breathing is finally getting back to normal. "See, Jonny, I told you not to worry," Elle asserts.

I don't know what took over me, but this pretty princess has it coming. She stands to go back upstairs, and I grab her arm. She looks at me, shocked, but doesn't move. I bring her over my knees and start to smack her ass with my hand. My handprints leave a nice pink mark, and she wiggles, trying to escape me. I continue to spank her, then let her loose.

Elle stands again, naked in front of me, leans into my face, and puts her lips on mine. Then gets on her knees and starts to suck my cock. I wasn't sure I could go again this soon, but this girl is sex on a stick.

Her head bobs up and down, her lips clamp around my hard dick. I feel her tongue roll around the head of my penis. I'm beyond reason as I cum. Elle smiles at me, cum drips out of the corners of her mouth. She wipes it off with her hand. I watch her walk away, pink handprints on her ass while she ascends the stairs.

That night, after a twenty-four-hour period that started in England and ended with tornado warnings in Illinois, I was ready for sleep. Elle snuggled up to me and asked if I liked spanking her. What other things would I want to do? My answer was one word: rope. I slept like a log that night.

In the morning when I woke, Elle was already up, naked, making coffee. She is so sexy. Since I just woke up, I was already hard. When I turned and looked at the small table in the kitchen, I saw rope. I touched it, and it is perfect for what I wanted to do to her. She came up behind me, put her arms around my waist, and purred into my ear. "Do you want to use it?"

We took our coffee and a pastry out on her patio. The backyard was small but very private. There is some debris from the storm in her yard. She was still naked, and I took off my boxer briefs while we enjoyed the morning sunshine.

"Elle." She looks at me drinking her coffee. I look her in the eyes. "Where did you get that rope? Was it used on you?" I ask her.

"It was used on me. Would you want to tie me up, Jonny? Because I would like it," she offers.

I loved tying and fooling around with someone, and Elise was my someone. She brought me the rope and put her hands out with her wrists next to each other, so I tied them together.

Once again those soft lips and warm mouth descend on my already stiff cock. Her tied hands were wrapped around the base. Elle sucks on the head and I love sitting outside while my dick is in her mouth. She still holds my cock as her lips move up and down over and over.

Drool runs down my balls when she lifts her hand away. My slit has precum oozing out of it. Then she brings her mouth to my tip and runs her tongue back and forth over the head. My pelvis pushed forward deep into her hot mouth.

I stand and hold her head, my fingers in her hair as I start to fuck her mouth. Her tied hands are on the lower part of my chest. I look down and see them as Elle works my cock. She sticks her tongue out, and I slide in and out without any resistance.

I pull her head closer to my body, she gasps for air, but lets me continue to fuck that mouth. My erection is so deep down in her. I feel like I've hit a brick wall. I can't stop my erratic hip movement, as I cum down her throat. "So fucking good... mmmm... so good," I murmur.

She was gagging when her mouth came off me, and she spat on the ground. I helped her, stroking her hair and whispering, "What a mouth, brilliant." Her body falls into mine, and we land on the patio chair.

We continue sitting in the chair while I hold her. She reaches for her coffee, but I stop her to untie her hands. Finally, she gives me a sweet kiss on my neck near my ear and softly confides, "I liked it; I want more, Jonny."

"Come with me to the shower, and wash me." She washes me from head to toe with the best products. I'm happy and looking forward to the rest of the week with her.

That day, we walked around Chicago. We reached Millennium Park, where the sculpture nicknamed The Bean is located. Then, we drove up Lake Shore Drive into Lakeshore Park. This part of the park juts out into Lake Michigan. We parked and looked back at the city. It was a fantastic view of the skyline.

It was a great day, topped off with a terrific dinner. When we arrived back at Elle's home, we went straight to bed, falling asleep when our heads hit the pillows.

The next day, after a light breakfast, we were off to a hike about two hours away. Elle had packed up some food and water for our hike. We planned to stop on our way back for dinner.

We arrived at Starved Rock State Park after driving through miles and miles of corn fields. The rural landscape was so flat that it made me miss the beautiful hills of Somerset. It was surprising to find such a beautiful forest when we drove into the park.

Once we were on the trails, I loved it. The hike along the Illinois River brought us to scenic overlooks, including Lover's Leap and Starved Rock. There were also numerous canyons with waterfalls.

Our hike took us to a cave, and I put my hand down Elle's pants. She did not stop me, while I pinched her clit, finger her, and rubbed her pussy. It did not take long for her to climax. In another cave, we pulled our pants down past our hips. I massaged my dick into her ass crack. The thrill of getting caught and the pleasure brought me to my orgasm fast.

It was an outstanding day, which reminded me of our first meeting at Cheddar Gorge.

The following two days were busy planning a small party Elle was throwing in my honor. She told me ten to fifteen of her friends would be there, and things could get wild. It sounded like a party I would be glad to attend.

When the day arrived, Elle gave me a large, beautifully wrapped box and told me it was something for the party. I opened it to find a complete and very sexy outfit: black jeans, a black lace button-down shirt, a black jockstrap, and black loafers. My mind thought, this looks like something you'd wear to an orgy. I changed into the new attire, and Elle could hardly keep her hands off me.

The first to arrive was Elle's brother, Xander. I was told to call him X. He brought along a man and a woman. All three were wearing some kind of leather. They got some music playing and started dancing.

Elle had a bartender and a few wait staff, again dressed in sexy outfits. When I looked around her home, I noticed bowls of condoms, lubes, wet wipes, vape pens, and more. I stood there dumbfounded. It was going to be an upscale orgy.

The waitstaff came around with finger foods and drinks. Everyone introduced themselves to me, which was a bit overwhelming. Then I noticed her brother with the man and woman he brought back in the garden, kissing.

They caught me staring and called me over. The man and woman with X started touching me, whispering how alluring I looked. In no time, I was hard and ready to go. But Elle approached me, swaying, and told me to come with her.

There were two women, almost naked, kissing, and we joined them. Hands and lips everywhere. I took a step back as Elle laid on a table with her legs spread, while another woman licked her pussy. She looked like she relished every lap of the tongue the woman gave her.

A man was at my back, his arms came around and undid my button and zipper of my pants. His hand pulled my hardness out and started stroking me. Elle looked into my eyes, we smiled at each other as she stood and joined in playing with my cock.

Both of us are now naked and on a large floor cushion. The man brought my legs up to his shoulders while he leaned down toward my ass. I could feel his tongue on my hole, his wet mouth left saliva all over my crack, and he started to finger me gently.

Elle's mouth was on my chest, nipping and sucking my nipples. Then she kissed me, and finally she mounted my face. Her pussy was already so wet and I passed my tongue up and down her. Stopping and enveloping my lips around her clit. I flicked my tongue as I fingered her. Her body rocked my face, leaving her wetness behind when she climaxed.

The man who had been rimming me was now frotting me. Our cocks in his hand as we pushed in and out of it. I looked around the room, everwhere naked bodies, fucking, licking, sucking and groaning. It was awesome. The pleasure this man gave me was undeniable, and I erupted.

Somehow, Elle and I made it to her bed and slept until the next day, the day I was going home, my Somerset sunset. My flight was not until later that day. We took our time together, holding and kissing each other.

We knew this was our goodbye. Our time with each other was glorious. I felt sad, and I was sure she did too. We had come to the end of our connection and our moment of togetherness. The fact remained, her life was in the United States, and my life was in the United Kingdom, where I belonged.