London

They'd joined the same young professionals network, NCity, only a few months before. It started out as a Get-To-Know-You conversation, a challenge by the organizers of the network to ensure people networked outside their usual circles. They'd been paired and over the course of a few days, they exchanged emails back and forth. Dera was in London while Ahmed was in Lagos, five thousand miles of separation. As time went by, their email exchanges became the high-point of each day. Within a week, they had exchanged numbers and started "Whatsapping". The conversations became even more intimate and professional became personal. By their third video call, they were both so hot and heavy that the conversation became an exchange of fantasies and the things they wanted to do to each other if they had the chance to be in the same room with each other. 

Their combined "horniness" fed numerous cyber sex sessions. They would catch up on the day as Dera undressed and got into bed. Ahmed would feast his eyes on her curvy frame, her unusually large nipples and the sight of her buttocks as she bent over to tease him. In return, he would whip out his precum-leaking erection and make it bounce from side to side without using his hands. It always fascinated her how he was able to do this. It also delighted her and made her yearn to have him moving the same way when he was buried inside her. They couldn't wait to meet each other, so Ahmed decided to make London his holiday destination for the year. He had wanted to go to Bali initially but for the prospect of this deeply magnetic woman who was making him touch himself several times every night, the change was a no-brainer. 

Dera ran towards Ahmed waiting in the arrivals section of Heathrow Airport early that morning.  She was wearing grey tights, a white t-shirt and a little black cardigan. He had been flying for the last 9 hours so he looked pretty exhausted in his creased white shirt and blue jeans. He wanted to give her a warmer hug but he was very conscious of the fact that he hadn't taken a shower that morning. She didn't care. She was elated to see him and soon they were in the back of a Toyota Prius, heading toward their hotel room in Crystal Palace. She held onto him closely and soon they had gotten so comfortable that they began to make out, oblivious to the fact that the driver could see them. He kissed her deeply, hunching over her as she laid her head on his lap. She was moaning gently and by now, he was leaking pre-cum onto his jeans because of how turned on he was. She fondled his throbbing erection through his jeans, fighting the urge to mount him and have her way with him right there in the taxi. Her pussy lips were tingling and it was only a matter of time before he slipped his fingers down her tights. His middle and index fingers were met instantly with a warm but slippery sensation and within a few seconds, he zeroed in on her clit, doing his best to keep it exposed as he tapped it gently. Her moans became even more audible and his jeans even more soaked with his pre cum. He put his hand over her mouth as he slipped his fingers from her clit and into her soaking wet lady cave. She groaned in pleasure as he gently slipped in and out of her. He had to whisper to her to be quiet so as not to arouse the attention of the cab driver. He was sure the guy knew what they were doing but he still did his best to try to mask their debauchery. They arrived at the hotel before the time for check-in and so decided to go grab lunch while they waited. The "horniness" would have driven them to a storage room for a quickie if they could have found one. 

While at lunch, while they gobbled up their mashed potatoes and spare ribs, Dera's hands were busy under the table, groping Ahmed's throbbing cock. She couldn't wait to have him. As soon as they got into the room, they threw their boxes in a corner and kissed passionately while they stood against the closed door.  His hands pinned hers above her head and their tongues explored each other's mouths. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. He dashed into the shower to freshen up and moments later emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a white tower around his waist. By now she only had a t-shirt on with her nakedness obscured only by the duvet. He dove underneath it and emerged on top of her, kissing her lips once again. He raised her t-shirt, exposing her "Choco Milo"-sized nipples which he caressed gently as his kisses went down her cleavage to her belly button. He loved her belly. It was a little paunchy but he still was always mesmerized by it when she was touching herself on Skype while on her back. His kisses went even lower and soon he had her in this mouth. He suckled on her clit and licked her copiously wet pussy from the bottom up, lapping up her juices quite literally. She clutched his head as he explored her for what seemed like hours.

He came back up, his face above hers and by now, she was fiddling with his dick, trying blindly to guide it into her  while she continued to make eye contact. "I wasn't supposed to fuck you today, you know. But I can't wait anymore. Fuck it", she said as she pulled him into her. His pre-cum and her wetness allowed him ease into her. She gasped and closed her eyes, her face a mixture of shock and pleasure. It was not exceptionally long, but it was so thick that she could feel it stretch her out a bit. She held his waist, guiding his thrusts from being too hard too early.She savored the sensation of his pulsating veins on the walls of her pussy. She had been longing to be filled up like this since she broke up with her ex a year ago. Maybe now she'd finally get over him. As she acclimated to his size and rhythms, she freed his waist from her grasp and let him take control. From lying on her back, to being on her side, to being on all fours, he took her, took her and took her some more. They eventually left the bed and settled for the table, opposite the full length mirror. Kneeling on the chair, and holding the table for support, he slid into her from behind, standing and looking at both of them in the mirror. The image in the mirror was intoxicating and powerful - sensory overload. They continued to watch intently as Ahmed held onto her hips and pounded away. Dera didn't care about the other guests as she screamed in pleasure, holding the table as tight as she could while she savored him in her depths. He didn't care much for how many orgasms she had had. He just kept going until he was too spent to thrust further. She was satisfied, for now. It was time for them to nap and get ready for round two. What a start to an epic holiday, she thought to herself. I could get used to this.