Sex on the Kitchen Counter - An Erotica about a Hot Young Foreign Exchange Student
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When I was younger, my family used to host foreign students who came here to learn English. Our house was huge, with a whole lot of bedrooms completed with bathrooms and everything, almost like a guest house. Having foreign students over had a lot of perks, I got to hear about their cultures and traditions, learn a few words in their language and even try their food. But as I got older, my fantasies start to roll in.
By the time I was 19, I was fantasising about getting in bed with one of the foreign exchange students and have a summer fling. And that’s precisely what happened when Jean came over…
Jean was a 25-year old French guy who was staying with us for a month. The first time I saw him, I was mesmerised. His 6ft frame towered my petite self, and he had muscular, tanned arms, green eyes and a head full of curls that kept flopping into his eyes.
“Bonjour! Please to meet you, Sarah”.
His English wasn’t bad, but his French accent was heavy, especially the way he purred the R in my name. I always thought that French guys are sexy, and Jean was the epitome of that. We hit it off right away and became friends within a couple of days. We even went out a couple of times with the excuse that I’d be his tour guide, but really all I was doing was blatantly flirting with him.
A week after knowing him, I caught myself fantasising about him as I laid alone in bed. I imagined how his lips would feel on mine, sucking at my nipples, going down on my mound. I wasn’t a virgin, but the only time I’ve ever orgasmed was from masturbating.
As I imagined Jean over me, I slid my hand down to my labia and started toying with my clit. I’m usually quite gentle with myself, but tonight as I blindly thought of Jean, I had no reservations. My fingers slid over my throbbing mound, down into my wet pussy. My lips engorged, I was quickly going to come right away, but I wanted to tease myself a bit more. Two fingers slid into my wetness easily, and as I moved them in and out, I caressed and pinched my nipples with the other.
I felt myself edging, moaning and gasping as my body struggled to get to the prize. I bucked up my hips, thrusting my fingers in deeper and pressing at the mound inside my pussy. I knew how I could make myself come, and I started hitting the mound with my fingertips, caressing it and feeling the pressure build-up, till I give in.
With a long low moan, I came, feeling my whole body shake and tense as waves of pleasure ran through my entire body. Oh Jean, what I wanted to do to you!
A week later, my parents had an evening function they had to attend to, and I decided on making myself dinner. I was reading a recipe on my phone, and holding a zucchini in the other hand trying to figure out how to cut up the zucchini for the pasta sauce, when Jean walked in. Wearing nothing else but shorts, his body glistened with a sheen of sweat after he’d been out for a run.
He smiled at me “I thought you were going out with your parents”.
“Nope, it’s just them.” I stammered, ashamed he’d seen me ogling at his abs.
“Don’t let me bother you if you had plans” he joked as he pointed at the zucchini still in my hands. I quickly put the vegetable down and rolled my eyes at him.
“I need help, I’m shit at cooking” I admitted. Jean walked over to the kitchen island and looked over my shoulder at the recipe.
“I can do that. I always cook for myself back in Paris”, and he quickly set around cutting the ingredients.
Soon enough, we had bowls of steaming food in front of us, a bottle of wine and endless chatter. The more wine I drank, the more I could feel myself flirting with him, which he was suggestively returning.
I can’t remember what he said, but I laughed and gently placed my hand on his thigh. Jean looked at my hand, and then at me. He grabbed my hand and moved it up to his mouth, kissing and playing with his lips.
“You are so beautiful! I can’t stop thinking about you, everyday…”
I leaned into him, put my hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, not sure how he’d react. Jean pushed himself into me, grabbed hold of my hair and kept the rhythm going as he kissed my lips, and teased me with his tongue.
He got up from the chair and pushed me against the cabinets, as we continued to passionately kiss, yearning for each other as our kiss gave way to a full-on make out. He pressed me into him, and I ran my hands down along his naked chest, tracing the outer part of his chest muscles. He grabbed my ass firmly, and squeezed my cheeks forcefully, pressing my crotch and stomach into his rock hard erection.
Jean pulled me from the cabinet - “I am going to fuck you like I’ve been imaging for all these days” he growled.
“Here, where I first saw you”. I was wearing a summer dress, which he quickly pulled over my arms, baring my bra-less chest.
He kneaded my breasts in his hands, put his mouth to them and sucked hard, biting onto one nipple whilst pinching the other and then switching. Whilst keeping his mouth at my nipples, he put his hands down to my clit and started teasing me through the fabric of my thin panties.
I was sure he was feeling how wet I was getting, as I could feel my panties getting soaked. Soon enough, his fingers pulled the fabric to the side, and he plunged two fingers into me, slipping in easily as I was sopping. I let out a moan as he drove his fingers in and out of me, gentle yet steady.
His erection was evident from his thin running shorts, and my fingers crawled to it, as I ran them over his girth. He was so hard! I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, grabbing his boxers as well and pulled down, freeing his lovely cock. As I cradled his balls with one hand, I began running my hands down his magnificent dick, twisting at the end and firming my grip with every motion.
Jean broke away from my nipples and pushed me to the kitchen corner, where he propped me up onto the marble counter. He spread my legs onto the countertops and knelt down on the floor, bringing his face to my soaking hole. Pushing my panties to the side, he looked up at me as he put his mouth over my clit and started sucking me.
Oh fuck, I loved seeing him suck my clit, as much as I loved the tingles I was getting to my centre. He put his tongue out and started driving it into my pussy, tongue fucking me whilst always holding my eyes. As he moaned into me, I felt his lips vibrating against my swollen clit, which drove me crazy.
He placed his hands to my bum cheeks, and pulled my pelvis to him, pushing his face into my pussy as he continued to ravish me. I couldn’t take it anymore, I was so sensitive, and I begged him to make me cum. But instead, he stood up, tore off my panties and drove his dick straight into me.
He began plunging into me, going deeper with every thrust. My heated lips seemed to be sticking to him, and as he grabbed one of my legs closer to him and over his shoulder, he put his lips to mine and started kissing me again. With every thrust, I gasped into his mouth as I buckled against the cold marble.
My breathing was getting out of control, all the pleasure and excitement were getting to me. Suddenly Jean pulled out, but before I could protest, he knelt down and placed his mouth onto my pussy again.
“I want to taste all your juices,” he said, as he sucked at my lips.
I quickly came, sending juices running all over his mouth and chin. Giving me no time to recover, he stood up and plunged into me, resuming his thrusting. I was rocketing with every thrust and felt myself slipping off the counter. He pulled me off the counter, turned me around and pushed my back down towards the counter.
I arched my back, and he entered me from behind. With one hand, he grabbed my hip and the other, he drove into my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling my face up. He was hitting all the angles and occasionally slapped my ass, before going back to my hip to drive me deeper unto his cock.
I decided to take control of things and began meeting his thrusts. Jean liked this as he stood back to hold against the kitchen island and let me continue my beckoning into him. I looked over my shoulder and saw him fixated on how my ass looked as his cock disappeared into my vagina. Knowing this was driving him crazy, I gyrated my hips, tensing my vaginal walls as I clamped down on his dick inside me.
“Merde!” he swore in French and just whistled.
I could hear him gasping - Well done Sarah ;) and I knew just how to keep taking charge. I slipped off his dick, and as he quizzingly looked on, I instructed him to sit on a chair, as I straddled him. I loved being in control, and as I rode him at the pace I wanted, I could feel my orgasm building up.
I picked up my speed, and as I reached my peak, I sat down on his cock, burying deep inside me as I shuddered through my orgasm. Jean slid down into the chair and grunted as he pushed upwards into my sopping hole. I held onto his shoulders as he put his entire dick inside me and erupted, his eyes scrunched up tight, as he moaned and muttered in French.
His seed felt warm as it spurted inside me and he hugged me close to him as he exhaled heavily.
We had a few other quickies over the month Jean stayed with us, till he left for France again, but I always feel a smile creep up as I fix my breakfast at the marble counter top…
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