Anglo-US Relations (CLOSED)

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Viscount David Philip Albert Davison-Burke, age 18, hobbies rowing and rugby.
6 feet tall. Flowing wavy lond har and lue eyes.

IC
I sat there on British Airways flight2397, staring out of my window in business class as we descended towards Pittsburgh International, in the USA. On my way to meet a friend of my mother, someone that I had never even seen in my entire life. And I already missed my new girlfriend Keira, even though my mother insisted that American girls would adore my cultivated English accent. I mean, keira is not my first girlfriend, but she did let me, well, go all the way, not sure if 18 year olds over here are that way inclined.

The friend of my mother was called Christie, and she and mother had been best friends when they both attended Pittsburgh Uni, where I am destined to attend in around three months time. I turned 18 last month, and my mother says that I need to acclimatise to the way of life inn the US before I start my courses.
I have absolutely no idea what this Chistie person looks like, but she has a photograph of me I believe.
Mother may be right, or she may not, but with 20 minutes to go to landing, I am still not sure if this is a good idea, although it is too late now to change it.
 
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Christie- Dr. Larsen to her nursing students-was 40, and widowed for almost a year. When Elaine had contacted her a few months ago about her son, David, attending Pitt in the fall, Christie had offered to board him and help him acclimate. In return, Elaine had promised that he'd help out a bit around the property-15 acres in Fox Chapel. He was a good young man she'd explained in her proper British accent, but needing some real-world experience before graduation and attaining his father's inheritance. And so, she'd selected Pitt-an excellent college outside of David's normal Ivy League circles, but one in which his education would be top tier.

The two former roommates had talked and laughed on the phone for almost 2 hours, with Christie being the first to bring up some of their more promiscuous adventures. She couldn't help but romanticize those times, especially since she'd been untouched since before her husband's fatal heart attack on his way home from a day of performing surgery.

And so she was, here at Pitt International, awaiting the arrival of the son of one of her closest friends, confidantes, and favored "partner"-something that none of Christie's students knew about her, and that she was certain nobody was aware of with Elaine! She'd dressed rather simply, having a name card in her purse just in case she didn't recognize David from the picture his mother had sent Christie.
 
At last we landed, and with great trepidation I left the aircraft, and followed the crowd. The first thing that happened was that US citizens went their own way,while we aliens were sent to immigration.
What fun tgat was, a very stern man interviewed me, and he looked like he might even have a gun! Now that does not happen in `England was what ran through my mind.
He looked at my passport and examined me closely, wanting to know know why I was there, where I was going and who with, it was quite daunting really, but understandable I suppose, terrorists and all that.
Next it was baggage reclaim, I had my cabin case, and collected my extra large suitcase. Finally after almost 12 hours of travelling time I emerged into the arrivals area, I walked to a barrier, and looked around, she, mothers friend should be there, then I saw a nice looking lady holding up a card with David Davison-Burke writt0n on it, then she smiled and started walking towards me

’Are you Christie?”
I said loudly, trying to make myself heard above the din.
 
Christie began to be afraid that she'd missed the young man after almost an hour had passed since the announcement that the plane had arrived. She held the card, still scanning for him, when she saw him looking at her from just behind the barricade. She smiled at him, approaching and appraising him. Sturdy appearance, rather attractive really, but over dressed for the weather here. She shrugged mentally, since she figured England probably did run a little cooler than southwest Pennsylvania.

David came from around the barrier amd put his case down to grasp the hand she'd offered. "Hello! Yes, I'm Christie. How was the flight over? Do you need to stop anywhere, or would you like to sight see a little, or would you prefer just to get out of the city and relax first?"
 
I was tired, but ai did appreciate the very warm welcome that Christie gave me, in that fast talking way that Americans have.

“Thank you Christie, yes I am fine, I really am, and to be honest if I did nee£ to stop somewhere, I would have no idea where it, or I was. And thank you very much for letting me come to stay in your house Mrs, err Christie, mother said that you both agreed that this was the only place for me to come to.
I am a little tired though, it is twelve hours since I left the estate, hope your place is not too far, so that I can unpack and relax a little. Do you have a pool? I love to swim..”


I sat back, and that was when I remembered the gift that mother had wrapped and placed in my suitcase. She said I was to give it to Christie as I went to bed, with a message that she wanted me to say. What she did know was that I was aware of the contents. When the postman delivered the package, that she hd tol me to expect, and place in a drawer, it was open,andafter peeking inside, I sealed it properly.

I must have dozed off, for someone was shaking my arm, and saying that we had arrived.
 
Tina smiled affectionately at her passenger at the soft snore. He hadn't even made it to the downtown area before succumbing to sleep. In only a half hour, they arrived at her ultra-modern home. She gently rubbed his shoulder to awaken him, then shook his arm a little when that failed.

"Sure, there's a pool," she replied to the question. Christie led him to his room and emcouraged him to explore his temporary home. She then changed into a modest (for home use) bathing suit. It was the most "proper" one she had, and she was miffed at her tan lines, but she didnt want to frighten the young man with what she normally wore to her pool. Retrieving her laptop, she also grabbed a pitcher of iced tea and a couple of glasses before settling onto a chaise lounge to begin working on lesson plans.
 
I unpacked slowly, as I was tired, but at least I was here, and it was a beautiful home, or so I thought from what I had seen so far.
While unpacking I came across the gift for Christie from mother, it was I remembered a clitorial stimulating device, whatever that was.
Keira had burst out laughing, thed oh yes, that sounds cool. I meant to google it, but forgot in all the excitement of my journey.

Christie had said to meet her at 5he pool, or go if you like, so I wore my swim trunks, I put them on, and then exercised to warm up my muscles, rowing and rugby had helped me build up my physique. Then I picked up the gift and took it with me, she was on a sun-bed thing by the pool, wearing a costume from victorian times maybe.

” Mother said I should give you this tonight, well, it is tonight back home now, oh, I am supposed to say”remember when” to you.”

I sipped the iced water, as she opened her gift.
 
Christie couldn't help but notice David's appearance as he stalked around the pool towards her, gift in hand. She felt arousal at the sight, and thought to herself, "A few years ago, I'd have given the girls his age a reason to be jealous!"

She was embarrassed about the gift, but there was something naughtily forbidding about the comment "remember when". Upon opening it, she flushed with embarrassment over opening a sex toy in front of him, as well as instantly made horny over the memory of she and Elaine using it on each other. She crossed her legs, making the laptop shift up to her crotch to try and hide the dampness her friend and David had triggered.

"Be sure to thank your mother for her consideration!" Tina couldn't help it and giggled at the word "consideration". "I'll be sure to pass along my thanks personally, but I'm sure she'll appreciate having it reinforced by coming from you as well".

As David nodded and turned to walk to the diving board Christie took the opportunity to enjoy the view and fantasized about the young man using it on her, then wondering if she'd be able to use it on him.

"Fuck," she thought to herself. "I'm either going to have to sit here forever and let myself dry, or try and sneak away to change" as not only the crotch of her suit showed a damp spot, but also some on her inner thighs. Once David was safely aside, she shifted those thighs apart slightly to try and air dry them.
 
The water, like the temperature was pleasantly warm, back and forth three times I went in Christie’s pool. I climbed out of the pool, and grabbed the towel that was their on the deck, ready for me. While swimming I thought about why I was here, for this acclimatisation, as mother had called it. I supposed that her plan was that Christie would be a sort of surrogate mother, keeping me in check. As if I needed that! I was 18 wasn't I, I could vote, get married, and join the army, I did not need a nursemaid. But then again, Christie did seem to be a very nice petson, and maybe I cpuld talk to her, about personal things, girls for instance. I could never do that with mother, of that I was sure. On the spur of the moment I just decided to go for it, and fuck it as my friends would say.

”christie, that gift mother sent to you, my girlfriend, well sort of girlfriend said she wants one. What is it and how, you know, do you use it.”

As soon as I finished I regretted it, youthfull impetuosity I supposed, but it was too late, I had said it, and out loud too.
 
Christie wasn't surprised that David had a girlfriend-she actually would have been more surprised if he didn't, looking like that! She was shocked that he'd checked it out though, and felt somehow violated-not knowing that he'd peaked at it before learning that it was to be a gift for her.

Belatedly, she closed her legs together before pausing uncertainty. How did one explain a sex toy to a member of a proper, upper-crust British family? She flushed, again remembering Elaine's excitement at using it on her. "Well," Christie began slowly, "It's a tongue vibrator." She held it up for his inspection. "You place this band around your tongue before fellating your partner. Guys seem to like the vibrating portion directly against their shaft, while women seem to be split on whether they like it directly against their clitoris, or to just have it making their partner's tongue vibrate against it."

Explaining it felt so naughty. She'd explained far worse to people, both professionally and in bed, but this was the child of one of her most treasured friends! Her nipples hardened at the discussion, her breathing quickened, and she felt her juices begin to leak anew, trickling down the crack of her ass.
 
I was speechless, and totally flustered, all that I could think was, “oh fuck, what have I done”,my face flushed, it felt hot, I must have been as red a beetroot. I just stared at he, mouth agape. And it was my own fault, then I had another thought, my mother had sent it, with a remember this comment.
Christie, and my mother? Was it possible, then I notoced them, her nipples, straining her swim suit, that made it worse, she was well what?
I did not know what to do, and my cock reacted to, swelling inside my trunks.
I grabbed the towel again, trying to hide.

“Erm, I think I need a shower C Christie.”

I almost ran from the deck to the shower, then I realised I could not shower, my clothes were in my room. I tried to calm myself, telling myself that once showered I could wrap myself in a towel, and go to my room without embarrassment. Which would have been fine, apart from the hard on I always get in the shower. I came out hoping that she was not around, and that I could get to my room without being seen.
 
This could be hard. Christie had agreed to host the young man without thinking of what a distraction he could turn out to be, and he certainly was distracting! Attractive, well mannered, cutely naive, and from the way his shorts tented, pretty well endowed. For the first time since her husband's passing, Christie felt lust.

She decided that David's idea was appropriate, and after giving him a few moments to get into the shower walked inside to use her own, hoping to avoid him as much as he was frying to avoid her! She knew the night was going to be passed with one of her toys, and possibly a couple.

She was upstairs, moving quickly down the hallway, and just as she passed the door to the hall bathroom rebounded off David's emerging form into the wall. He also stumbled, both of them landing against the wall, him pressing her against it. She became aware that his towel had dropped, and that luscious hard on was now pressed against the portion of her hip exposed by her suit. Her breast heaved against him, her lips parted, and she looked deep into his eyes.
 
I gave my dick a couple of strokes before leaving the shower room, then held the towel loosely over it, figuring that Christie would not be around anymore, as that was one long shower. I also knew that as soon as my door was closed I would be stroking again, to what I was not sure, all I knew was that I was rigid, and `i needed some relief.
I was in a hurry, and shot out of ghe door, just a Christe was passing me.
The towel was knocked out of my hand, she was pushed against the wall, and my hard on was pressed against her thigh.

All I could think was oh shit, what now Dave.

Her tits felt soft and lovely against my chest, she looked at me, lips apart, no I thought, she cannot want me to kiss her, can she?

My dad once said to me, to be careful son, because a standing prick has no conscience.
He was correct, I pressed my lips to hers, and hoped well, I dont know what I hoped, I just went ahead and kissed her.
 
Before she knew it, her houseguest had his tongue inside her mouth. Without intending to, she kissed him back, her tongue wrestling with his. Her hand slid down his hard young body, her fingertips tracing over his young cock. One of his hands cupped her chin, and as the kiss prolonged, the other stroked down her shoulder and cupped her breast. Her fingers explored the piece of man meat pressed against her, spreading the leaking precum over the head and along the shaft.

One part of her mind screamed that this was wrong-he was young enough to be her own son, and was a guest! The other, more primal part though, was in control, and caused her free hand to pull down a shoulder strap and expose her breast to David's exploring hand
 
This was not happening, surely not, Christie was holding his cock, playing with it even, Kiera would hardly look at it, let alone touch it.
I kneaded her tit, and then felt her hand pulling the shoulder strap down, freeing it, unbelievable, I was in dream, I kissed her tit, then sucked on her nipple. Only the second time I had done that, and this nipple was bigger and harder.

Would I wake up soon, or would I end up with my cock inside Christie, fucking her.
I looked at her face, wondering, what next, then throwing caution to the wind, I took hold of the other strap, and pulled it off her shoulder.
 
Christie whimpered with need as David took her nipple into his warm, wet mouth. As he pulled the other strap down, she grasped his cock more firmly and began tugging it, feeling it rub its leaking tip into her bare hip, making it glisten with his wetness.

She reached down to push her suit off, but had to let go to do so. Immediately, her hand was wrapped back around his shaft her hairless mound pressed against his thigh. She shifted her legs, and his slid between hers, with Christie unconsciously grinding herself onto his muscular thigh. David's hand dropped from her chin and cupped her ass, pulling her closer to him. She moaned with desire and he sucked harder. Her free hand came up and ram it's fingers through his hair, encouraging him.

"Bite it," she said
 
And I did, I bit her nipple, and tugged on it, stretching her tit, this was new to me, bu5 I loved it, I bit again, and then sucked hard.
I slid my hand over her mound, completely bald it was, which surprised me, and it was wet too,, everything down there was wet.

Now I just wanted to fuck her, to get my cock into her wet pussy.

“Put it in Christie, put it in, please Christie”
 
Fuck it had been too long since she'd done anything this slutty. But oh god did it feel good to be back...

She moaned and gasped with pleasure as David used his mouth on her nipple, then again, louder as his fingers explored her dripping sex.

"Put it in Christie, put it in, please Christie," she heard him plead. Pulling his head up, she wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled herself up alongside his body. His cock was sandwiched between them, and as her sex rose above it, she looked deep into his eyes, watching them as she slowly sank down and impaled herself on it. She was gaping so big in anticipation, and he so hard, that no guidance was even needed.

Once she was fully seated, her legs wrapped around his waist, David began thrusting into her.
 
And then I felt it, the lovely warmth of a hot wet mature woman, taking my cock deep inside. I had fucked only twice before, with Kiera, but this was different. This was not teenage fumbling.

Christie’s arms were round my neck, her legs around my waist, and she wanted it, just as much as I did.
I thrust upwards, as hard and as fast as I could, trying to power into her, as I knew little else. And I could feel her pussy, it was actually gripping my cock!

Now I could not stop, the harder I fucked the faster it got, and then, it happened, I exploded deep inside her, panting hard as I pulsed, feeling it leave my cock to fill her up. Not sure what to do, I kissed her, deeply.
 
Christie knew that the pace was too fast for him to sustain. She tried to tell him to stop, and even pulled his hair to get his attention, but he was too engrossed in getting off. All too soon, he held himself hard against her, and she knew that he was ejaculating. Somewhat disappointed, she was nevertheless also somewhat proud that he was attracted enough to her to fill her like that.

And then he kissed her. She melted into it, working her hips back and forth a little, hoping to stimulate him enough that they could go again. David wasn't having it though-he slipped out of her, gave her another peck on the lips, then shyly bent to pick up his towel and return to his room.

She stood there, then followed him to his door. As he turned to close it, she was dtanding there, unashamedly naked. "You realize that this probably isn't over, right?" she said in her direct, instructional voice. "You're living here, in my home. Right now, I'm going to take my own shower. But you have to learn, I'm not some cheap slut that you can be a two-pump chump with or inexperienced girl who doesn't know any better. This could have been a one-time fling h a sort of 'welcome to America' if you will. Or, if you're willing to learn to be a better lover, we can make that arrangement. You think it over."

With that, Christie ran her finger down his naked body and over his shaft, still soaked in their juices. She brought it to her lips and sucked it thoughtfully, looking deep into his eyes as she did so, letting him know not only her opinion of his performance, but also her ability to carry though. After a long moment, she turned and stalked down the hall to her room, stark naked, hips swaying seductively, leaving her swimsuit in a pile on the hallway floor. At her door, she oaused and looked back at him staring at her. She stared back seriously for a moment, then gave a flirty smile and playful wink before she stepped inside and out of sight.
 
The kiss ended, and my cock slackened and then slipped free, I was a little perplexed, wondering what to do next, then my foot touched my towel. I kissed Christie on the cheek, gathered up the towel, and nearly bolted for my room, but I tried to stay calm, but she followed, looking so fucking sexy naked and almost hungry looking, it was in her eyes, a look that I had never seen before, and then she said it


"You realize that this probably isn't over, right? You're living here, in my home. Right now, I'm going to take my own shower. But you have to learn, I'm not some cheap slut that you can be a two-pump chump with or inexperienced girl who doesn't know any better. This could have been a one-time fling h a sort of 'welcome to America' if you will. Or, if you're willing to learn to be a better lover, we can make that arrangement. You think it over."

She stroked my flaccid cock, before licking, and then sucking her finger.
Was that a sort of hint about sucking my cock? Kiera had refused, said it was too big for her small mouth, and she only let me finger her once.
I watched as Christie walled away, her hips swinging, and my cock reacting to her words and her naked body. I shut the door, and grabbed a tissue from the bo on the table, before falling to my knees, eyes clised, frantically pumping my had cock as Imagined Christie with it in her mouth. It took a little longer, but I came, stifling my voice as I did not want her to hear me.

I was exhausted, what a day this had been, and the end was beyond belief., a quick shower to clean myself up, then I collapsed naked on the bed, falling asleep thinking of that bald pussy, and if she would let me kiss it.
 
Tina took a long shower. Despite not lasting long, David had felt good. She idly soaped her breasts and vagina clean, reminiscing. She laughed at the possible responses Elaine would make, and retorts for most of them. It wasn't like the two of them hadn't been party sluts-the only thing was that they'd gotten older.

David seemed to sleep straight through. Dinner came and went, then the evening, and at bedtime Christie put her nursing experience to use and silently checked to see that he was still breathing at least, before heading to her own bed.

In the morning, Christie rose and contemplated the events of the preceeding afternoon. Outside of her professional roles, she was a closet nudist, and this was her home-her safe haven. The interior of which she usually reigned and roamed in the buff. She hoped that David might be able to adapt to that lifestyle, but in case he elected not to, there was no point in adapting her own life too far. She slipped in to a cute teddy-sheer enough to be inviting, but a compromise from her normal habits if he decided she was too old for him.

She descended the stairs to the kitchen to heat water for tea and begin breakfast, wet from the possibilities of what might come.
 
Inawoke, warm sunshine was caressing my naked body, for a moment I was lost, in a strange room, and then I remembered. And I was certain that it had not been a dream. Late yesterday afternoon, I had somehow fucked my mother’s bestfriend in her house.

How had it happened? I did not really know, it just did, and afterwards she actually told me that she wanted more, it was fucking unbelievable, but true. An idea began to form in my mind, a stupid and ridiculous thought, but, was this my mother at work?
She was cloae to Christie, very close, the tongue vibrator thing proved that. To be fair to Christie though, her outburst at my bedroom door made me think that mother had not suggested it, but did think that she probably expected it to happen, as part of my acclimatisation. And of course, one could not say to one’s mother, was Christie supposed to fuck me?

I was thirsty, and picked up my apple watch, battery empty, I had no idea what time it was, but I needed a drink, water, or tea. I took some silk boxers from the draw, put them on, and wandered off to find the kitchen, I heard noises from beyond the door, and quickly ducked inside, only to be stopped dead in my tracks by the vision that I beheld there.

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Christie had just put the milk back in the refrigerator when she heard David trying to sneak into the kitchen. She turned and offered him a half smile that grew as his boxer shorts tented.

"Good morning! You seem to have slept well!" she offered. "If you're interested, the kettle is hot, or there's juices stocked in the fridge. There's also a few kinds of boxed cereals, or there's ingredients for omelets. Or, if none of that sounds good, we can go out for breakfast, and then shopping. Your mother gave me some ideas of your preferences, but not enough."

She picked up her mug and leaned back against the island to let him decide, her arms pressing her tits together, her thighs framing her mound, all teasingly "concealed" beneath her teddy.
 
Again she had me speechless, she had on this thong, almost ser through, that left nothing to the imagination, her words wre a jumble, as my eyes were glued to her crotch, trying to see that bald pussy. I shook my self, before answering.

“ yes it was a long day yesterday, and as I am sure you know, I was worn out, and still on UK time of course.”

I poured a glass of cold milkmas I tried to regain my composure, and ignore my tumescent cock.

This is a little awkward Christie, did you erm, really mean what you said last night. You know, umm, that it is not over, and I have things to sort of learn?
With you?”


Just the thought of fucking her again had my cock struggling to stay in my shorts, but I did not dare touch it, I might scare her off.
 
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