Aron

He looks your way when he notices you looking.

"Geraldine?" He asks with-was that hope?

"I am indeed, luv," you reply back, unable to stope yourself from sounding a little flirty. "You must be one of Candy's brothers."

He smiles, and you swear your panties wettened a bit. "Yep. I'm Aron. Welcome to the States, Geraldine."

You smile back, walking up to him. "Please, call me 'Geri.'" The two of you walk through the airport. "So Aron..you're the one who doesn't like a good rogering?"

That causes him to hold back a sudden laugh, but he catches himself. "The heck is that?"

Oh he's adorable. "English slang, luv, means a proper butt-shagging," you explain nonchalantly.

Aron laughs, this time it's a charmed one. "Candy said it was like she had met her spiritual twin across the pond. I see you have less filter than her, which is astounding. I approve."

You shrug as he head through the airport. "I believe in being forthright. Sex is nothing to be ashamed of. If you're called a "slag," so what? Shagging is fantastic and I refuse to treat it as if it isn't."

Aron had been listening to you intently. "I completely agree! There is so many stupid hang-ups! Geri, you and our family are going to get along great."

"That's what Candy tells me," you say with a smile as you reach Aron's car. "So," you turn toward him. "What about getting along with you?"

"More! Come on ya Yank stud!"

You were bent over Aron's car, dress hiked up, panties down, your round bum being thrust against as the blonde adonis was thrusting his cock into your pussy.

Honestly very few words were exchanged after that. The two of you were on the same wavelength. He drove to a safe clearing, your hand on his crotch the whole time, your excitement building as you felt it getting harder. When you had both gotten out, you insisted on pulling his pants down yourself. The smile on your face at the majestic beast he was packing was all the indication he needed of the kind of girl you were. This alone made the trip worth it. As a proud size queen, he had not intimidated you at all. As much as you wanted to suck on him, you knew this was not a foreplay situation.

Which brings you back to the royal pounding you're receiving.

"Fuck you feel great!" Aron growls in pleasure as he pounds into. He watches the cheeks of your bum shake as he slams against your hips. "And your ass is amazing!"

"Never quits, luv!" You reach a hand back to slap your right asscheek. "Play your cards right, Yankee, and maybe you'll be up it before I leave."

"I'll hold you to that!" Aron thrusts harder.

Your upper body is flat on the car hood. You can see your face in the windshield. As you cry from the pleasure, you look at yourself and smile. This was going to be a fun trip.