Welcome to Wales
A Young Girl’s Tale of being welcomed in a most delightful way!
“Croeso I Gymru”, she said and then added in English “welcome to Wales”, as we disembarked from the airplane in Wales after a flight from London.
The only reason that I was in Wales is because my photographer decided that it would be an ideal spot to do a photo shoot for an English women’s shampoo television commercial.
Since I arrived a day early I thought that I would take in the sites and I decided to walk instead of taking one of those site seeing busses.
Looking in the shop windows and seeing everything from antiques to fashions I happened to come across a quaint little bookstore that had a small cafe attached to it, and since I love to read, I entered to have a look around.
Picking up a copy of Diva, the English lesbian magazine I decided to have a cup of cappuccino and found a small table in the already crowded cafe, to sit down.
Not really paying attention to my surroundings I heard her voice first, asking if one of the chairs was not taken to sit in and of course I said yes, without looking.
As she sat down with her pot of hot tea I looked and discovered a beautiful
Welsh woman joining my table.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She had bluish gray eyes and the most kissable lips I had ever seen, while her long hair framed the prettiest face I had seen in I don’t know how long. Her figure filled out the tweed business suit and the toast colored mock turtleneck to my delight.
She said something that I didn’t understand and I told her that I was sorry but I didn’t speak Welsh, hoping that she spoke English, and then she asked,
“You’re an American aren’t you?” and I nodded, yes.
Hoping that she wasn’t one of the many Europeans that hate Americans, when she said with the prettiest smile, “I like Americans”.
After making small talk she asked why I was in Wales and I told her my photographer has selected the magnificent 700 year old Chirk Castle that has been lived in continuously since it was built, for a shampoo advertisement, and then telling her that I was a model.
With a half grin she said, “I can understand why”.
Was she a lesbian like me? Was she trying to pick me up? These and other questions flashed through my mind, as we continued to talk, but it was when she noticed that I was reading Diva that she asked a question.
“Do you like that magazine?”
I said “Yes”, that my questions were answered.
She then leaned across the table and in a voice almost inaudible asked:
“Are you a lesbian, bisexual or bi-curious woman?”
I replied “I’m a lesbian, and you?”
She answered by mouthing the words “I’m a lesbian”.
Looking up she noticed a waiting line to get into the cafe and she asked me if I would like to carryon our conversation over a glass of wine back at her flat.
Of course said “I’d love to.”
As I followed her up the stairs leading to her flat my eyes rested on her beautiful bottom, and brought to mind that rude expression, that her bottom looked like two bulldogs fighting in a sack.
Settling in on the couch with our glasses of wine she wanted to know all about me, and I about her. She asked if I had a girlfriend back in America and I said no. So I asked if she had a girlfriend, not wanting some irate woman breaking in while we might be sexually involved.
She told me she had a girlfriend, but had gone to London on a business seminar and met an older woman and they had sex. With spanking being a major part of their lovemaking and when she told her girlfriend how exciting it was to be spanked, the girlfriend called her a freak and had stormed out of the flat.
Naturally she was heartbroken but had decided right then and there that the next woman she was going to date had to like to spank her.
Wondering if she had told me that story to see if I was into spanking, I told her that I understood completely, and loved to spank naughty girls, with a wink and a smile.
“Are you a naughty girl?” I asked with a grin.
She said, “Oh I’m the naughtiest,” grinning back at me.
Leaning back on her couch I took her hand and draped her over my lap. Hiking up her skirt and slip until I could see her pale blue panties, that already had snail tracks by the crotch.
She was more than ready.
Caressing her beautiful ass with my hand as I held her tightly with my left hand. I parted her legs with my hand and almost drooled with the thought of spanking and pleasuring her.
Raising my hand I brought it down, first on one ass cheek then the other, as I spanked her panty covered bottom. As I spanked her panty covered ass I had her count the swats, until I decided it was time to slip her delicate panties down and off.
Rolling her panties down I had her lick and breathe in the scent from the wet crotch before I had her put them on her head, while I went back to spanking and watching her pretty bottom turn a nice shade of pink.
I could almost tell the exact time the pain turned to pleasure for her when she clutched her breasts with her hands and squeezed tightly.
Next came the moans as her bottom turned a deeper shade of pink from my spanking, and I noticed that her fur covered pussy was getting moist.
It was then that I switched from spanking her bottom to her inner thighs. My hand making a smacking sound each time I spanked and before I could think about it my pussy decided that I needed to spank her pussy, as it was making me hot knowing how hot I was making her.
The first smack on her hot wet pussy brought loud moans to her lips and she said “oh yes spank my naughty pussy”.
Spanking harder I felt her body stiffen and realized that she had her first of many, I hoped, orgasms.
It was then that I stopped smacking her hot wet pussy and dropped my head to kiss and lick her beautiful pink bottom. Dragging my tongue along the crack of her ass to her beautiful wet pussy.
Licking her delicate folds and nibbling on her pussy lips with my teeth. Pulling them like elastic, before parting them with my fingers and swirling my tongue over her hot swollen wet clit.
Licking her clit in a little circle and blowing air on it between licks. Then plunging my stiff tongue deep in her pussy and probing her pussy walls. Tongue fucking her hot wet pussy.
With my tongue exploring her inner being I could feel her pussy spasming as she had multiple orgasms and her sweet pussy honey seeped from deep within to my waiting mouth, until she screamed “enough, please enough”, and I let her slip to the floor to recover.
A few moments later she said “Please undress, I want to pleasure you.”
We both disrobed hurriedly as we were filled with passion, and wanted it immediately.
When the last piece of clothing hit the floor and she started to climb up on the couch I asked her to sit at one end while I sat at the other because I wanted to watch her play with her hot wet pussy as I played with mine, and with the biggest smile she agreed.
Watching her every move I cupped my breasts with my hands and rubbed my nipples with my thumbs, before pulling and twisting them between my fingers.
I knew her couch was going to be soaked because I gush when I cum but at that moment I really didn’t care and it was the furthest thing from my mind, as my hand drifted to my hot wet pussy and I rubbed the palm of my hand on it.
Spitting on my fingers before I parted my pussy lips teased my clit with my middle finger I watched her as she plunged her finger deep in her pussy and started to finger bang herself.
It was such a hot sight with us watching each other as we finger pleasured our pussyies. Our eyes going first to each others eyes and smiling and then to our hands as they worked to bring us satisfaction.
I had been on the edge for so long that I knew it wouldn’t take long to cum and I was right, because moments later I had the strongest mind blowing orgasm, and my hips bucked like a wild woman.
As she watched me cumming she moaned through her own orgasm that she just had to taste me and crawled over, pushing me back and laying between my legs on her tummy, as her face met my hot wet pussy.
Her tongue was like a feather as it drifted back and forth over my swollen wet clit, and she licked furiously, before putting her finger in my pussy, and finger fucking me as she licked.
Combing my fingers through her beautiful hair I was in another world as I rode the tongue train to orgasm city, and soon rewarded her with a mouthful of my hot pussy honey, and her licking up every drop.
I wanted to see her every day, and I did, but as soon as the project was finished I had to leave. The last I saw of her was her waving goodbye to me at the little airport with tears in her eyes.