The Journey - Chapter 8... the end of the beginning! *ADULT CONTENT*

This chapter takes us to the last several weeks of my first year at Uni. The most unique and life changing year of my life.

So once again, back to the stocking challenge, as we still have one pair – and one hole – remaining. ;-p

We did the third part of the challenge in private; we were heading to the outskirts of town, just the two of us, for a dinner date followed by an overnight stay in a hotel. It was the first time (and only time) we’d ever spend the whole night together. His wife was visiting family, so he didn’t have to get back home or anything.

I’d let Tom pack my clothes for me, I’d packed everything else, (as you just can’t leave all the important things up to a man can you?), and I left him alone in my room for five minutes to pick my outfit and pack it in my bag. So when we arrived at the hotel and were getting ready to go out to dinner, I opened my bag and there were no clothes in there, not even any shoes. I was confused. That is until he pulled a bag out of his case, which I thought was a pretty big case for an overnight stay – he’d bought me a brand new dress and a brand new pair of shoes. How sweet of him!

I opened up the gift box and it was a little black dress, with the emphasis on LITTLE! It was a mini dress with a plunging open neck line down to the naval, it plunged the same at the back as well, leaving my whole back exposed. And the shoes – they were stunning, patent red leather with a bow on, they had an ankle strap and an incredibly high heel. Upon measuring the heel they were 5 inches. That’s a full inch higher than anything I’d ever worn before.

We had some time to kill before our dinner reservation, so I thought I’d tease Tom a little before dinner. I sat him down and put some music on, and I stripped out of my current clothes and dressed in the new outfit, all whilst sexily dancing right in front of him.

Once dressed, I realised just how revealing the outfit was, the hemline only just covered the tops of the fully fashioned black seamed stockings that Tom had also got for me previously. As soon as I sat down, the dress rode up to reveal my entire stocking top and a touch of thigh. I had no underwear on, and the top half of the dress was perhaps even more revealing than the bottom half. Being quite a loose fitting dress, the entire sides of my breasts were exposed; looking from the right sideways angle you could easily see my nipples. And one wrong sudden movement and I knew my tits would be fully exposed to anybody who cared to look in my direction. A dress made to be worn with tit-tape, and Tom certainly didn’t think about packing that now, did he?!!

I told him straight – “There’s no way I can wear this! I just can’t!”

But I’m always the one to get talked into things just by a couple of compliments, and he told me I was the sexiest little slut in the world. I’d gotten used to the word slut by this time; it no longer caused me to gush with embarrassment. And that every pair of eyes tonight would be on me, and that is exactly the way things were supposed to be when it came to a gorgeous girl like me. He got his way, I wore the dress out, and every pair of eyes WERE on me, and I absolutely loved the attention, and it got me so hot just sitting there at our table, seeing the glances over at me, especially as guys tried to look without their other halves who were with them noticing.

Another first came for me during that dinner. Tom told me to flash my pussy to the guy sitting behind him, who was directly facing me, a mere 10 feet away. I looked at him shocked, but then I smiled, I was joining in the fun of the game now, if you can’t beat them, join them!

I bent down to adjust the strap on my shoe, and as I sat back up, I ensured I caught the guy’s eye. My left breast had fallen out of my dress, so he immediately saw that anyway and I already had his full attention, but as I covered that back up, I let my legs part more than they should, and I let my dress ride up high, and my pussy was on display to him for a second as I locked eye contact and gave him a seductive smile.

The worst thing happened later in the night though, that same guy came over to our table to ask about maybe “joining us”. I really couldn’t look him in the eye then. I turned my head away from him and hid it slightly behind my hand, so embarrassed, and wanting the table to swallow me up. “Oh my God, what is happening?” I thought to myself. Tom very calmly spoke to him though. “I’m very sorry, my partner just likes teasing, she doesn’t go any further!” he said. “But please enjoy the view” he added. I couldn’t believe how calmly he could talk to the man, as if it was a regular every day occurrence. The gentleman looked at me, smiled, and said something that I can’t remember as I wasn’t paying attention over my embarrassment, I smiled nervously back, and he walked back to his table.

At the end of our meal and after a bottle or two of wine, we retreated to our room for our anal encounter. I wasn’t a complete anal virgin and I don’t consider anal sex to be “wrong” in any way, so I wasn’t worried about it too much, my feelings were very much more in the excitement column. But I was still nervous – despite not being an anal virgin, I also wasn’t a pro. The handful of times when I’d tried anal sex weren’t always the most successful of experiences, and at this point I’d probably have to say that I hadn’t properly had anal sex.

So, back in our room for what would end up being our one and only full night together, we set about having a sex filled memorable night. I gave Tom another strip-tease – and I told you my outfit already, so you must know it lasted about 4 seconds! Lol. I then continued moving around to the music to strip him out of his clothes, and began a succulent blow job before he stopped me and lay me down on the bed and licked and kissed me from head to toe before giving me a very well received oral treat.

Shortly after this we started on the anal-play, as he produced in immense amount of lube, and a several sex toys. After pouring lube on my ass he slipped a finger inside me, nice and gently, getting lots of lube inside me, before increasing his insertions to 2 fingers. It was fairly comfortable at this point, as he was being very gentle, and I was “opening up” so to speak. So we moved on to a small toy, and he slipped that in and out without too many problems. It hurt a little, but nothing unbearable and it quickly subsided, as it was only thin and maybe 4-5 inches in length. He managed to get that all the way inside me, and it was a promising sign that it wouldn’t be very long at all now before I could accommodate his full length and girth.

A little more lube later, and we’d switched to a slightly larger toy, a butt-plug type of toy with a bit more girth to it. I could see where I’d gone wrong on my previous anal sex attempts, I certainly didn’t spend this amount of time preparing myself and making sure I was fully able to take what I needed to take.

It was quite painful when the butt-plug first went in, it was a bit thicker than I was expecting, but it went in without too much resistance. And the pain quickly subsided once again. Tom took my mind off me having anything inserted up my ass anyway, as he made me give him a blow job and he fucked my throat a little bit.

Once the butt plug was removed, and Tom’s cock was fully hard and rigid, he placed the tip at the bud and pushed it in, gently, slowly, carefully. Just like the other two times something had been inserted into my ass this evening, it was slightly painful, but not unbearable at all. He eased in until he had about two thirds in, I wasn’t sure I could take anymore and I told him that. He reached forward and grabbed my hair, and pulled quite hard as he yanked my head back, I let out a little pained shriek, and it wasn’t until a few seconds later that I realised he was now balls-deep in my ass. He’d distracted me so I wouldn’t feel the pain as he thrust his last couple of inches deep inside me. How sweet of him, eh? lol

He began to fuck me, starting slowly, but increasing the pace steadily until he’d been fucking my ass for what seemed like forever, but was maybe 10 minutes in reality, and he’d built up a good fucking rhythm, pulling almost all the way out, before thrusting back home. I was open to him now, and my ass was begging him to be fucked. Tom had done well to keep going that long, my ass must have been a snug fit around his impressive cock, even with all the lube reducing the friction. So it wasn’t long before he couldn’t take any more, and he pulled out of my ass and thrust into my pussy, spilling his copious amounts of cum deep inside me. I came at the same time as he did – lately I always had an orgasm when he came inside me, it was almost like him filling me with his cum just excited me so much that I couldn’t help myself.

We fell asleep very satisfied that night, and when we woke up the following morning, we made sure we got our money’s worth out of that hotel room. We must have fucked for about 3 hours straight before check out – in the bed, against the wall, with me sat on the dressing table, bent over the bathroom sink, and even in the shower.

I had no clean clothes with me for that day, so I left the hotel wearing nothing but my short summer coat and heels. I can’t imagine what people thought of us – the young teenage blonde, all slutty and half naked, the man 30+ years her senior. But I didn’t care what they thought; it was all part of the thrill.

Unfortunately, about this time spelled the beginning of the end of our relationship. The Uni year was coming to a close, and I was due to go home for the summer, and he was due to go back to his normal life. We’d discussed the possibility of life after Uni for us, and we thought it could work if we were careful and fought our need to see each other too often. And as our final Uni classes of the year drew to a close, and we all prepared for the summer, I decided to stay up north for the summer and not go home to my parents. I had arranged a short term lease of a studio flat to take me through until September, when I’d already planned to rent a house with two friends for the next year at Uni.

I was looking forward to some out-of-Uni fun times with Tom, but after meeting up twice for coffee – very ordinary non-sex-filled meeting – he suddenly disappeared off the face of the planet. I tried calling him, I tried texting and e-mailing him, but I got no reply. Still to this day I don’t know the full story as to what happened – I took a guess that we may have been found out by somebody in his family which forced a cold-turkey cut-off. But still I worried that something terrible had happened to him, and that had me distraught, to think that somebody I cared deeply about – dare I even say loved – could have been hurt or dead and there’d be no way of anybody letting me know.

A few stalker-esque moments came about in the following couple of weeks as I tried to find out where he lived – I knew the general area, but didn’t know his exact address, it was always simpler that way. I planned to maybe knock on his door, just to see if he was okay, but I didn’t. I did however go past his house a few times, trying discreetly to peer in through the windows. His car was outside, it looked like it was still in regular use, so I thought he must be okay, and I’m fairly sure I saw a glimpse of him through the window on one occasion, which again reassured me. I sent him a long e-mail soon after, just letting him know that I wish he could just contact me one last time, to let me know he was okay, and also letting him know that I understood that there may be reasons why he’d need to cut me off so cleanly, such as his wife finding out about us, and him wanting to save his marriage. We were just a fling after all; I couldn’t really expect us to have a long term future. I also told him I wouldn’t try and contact him again. I still got no response.

I was a little heartbroken, but what did I expect? I was the “other woman”, the “mistress”, the “bit on the side”. I really shouldn’t have messed with the sanctity of marriage vows. And I do sincerely feel bad for the whole thing, and for any hurt that my actions may have caused to anybody else. So I’d like to end this chapter with an apology to all cheated spouses, it is wrong to cheat, and I learned my lesson, I really did. But I’d also like to give a big thank-you to the man this blog calls “Tom” – you helped make me what I am today, and I love the girl I am today, and I don’t regret any moment of my life that got me to this point, as every moment shaped the future “Blogslut” into being the fantastic person she is today. ;-p So, thank you!

That’s the end of this Chapter folks. Both literally in that it’s the end of Chapter 8, and figuratively that it’s the end of this Chapter of my life. I’m going to think about what else I need to talk about with regards to my “journey”, and map out a time-line for future chapters of this true-to-life story of mine. So this blog-series will be on temporary hiatus for the foreseeable future, and I’m going to try and get back to writing a more current day as-things-happen type of blog for a while... if I can find the time of course.

So stay tuned, and thanks for reading.