Rachel Fucking the Tourist

My name is Rachel; I’m from London, England. I moved to the United States to start a new beginning. Living in Sunny, California I thought I’d see movie stars everywhere I went. I was wrong, but not disappointed many of the people here in the San Francisco, Bay Area are nice, and fun to be around.

One night, I ran into a fellow Britt named Peter. He was asking for directions to get back to his hotel. I knew how to get him to his hotel, but I wanted to take him home with me. I haven’t fucked another Britt since I left home, and Peter was hard to resist. I told him that I’d give him a ride to his hotel. As we got into my car and started driving, we started talking. He asked why I moved to America, I told him that my parents didn’t approve of my lifestyle of heavy partying and so I left. As we turned onto the road that Peter’s hotel was on we saw that the road was blocked because of a fire. I told him that I live a few blocks away and he can say at my place. Peter had no other choice, it was my place or sleeping on the street.

When we got home I made some hot chocolate and started to talk more, then we started to flirt, Peter put his hand on my thigh and I snuggled with him as we watched TV. After a while of flirting I gave Peter a kiss, after I broke the kiss he kissed me back. We made out for what felt like an hour, I got up from the couch and led Peter into the bedroom where took off my shirt. Peter put his hands on my breasts as I forced him onto the bed. I told Peter to suck on my nipples as he does so, I could feel his cock get hard.