Carmen was woken from her reverie by a yelp. Yasmin had spotted her and ran to throw her arms around her. Setting her bag to the floor, she ran to meet her and the two girls span in a warm and welcoming embrace. It was exquisite to feel the warmth of her friend's hug, and she was comforted by the familiar musk of their soft skins touching again.

"Darling I've missed you," gushed Yasmin, "Two months is too long without you. I'm not going to let you get away with it next time!" Carmen could feel the emotional tremour in her friends' voice through the volume of her chest. Pulling back now until their eyes met, "You're going to love it here, I've got so much to show you," laughed Yasmin.

The two walked arm in arm towards the tube. Yasmin had always liked to joke that to have seen the two of them together, the casual observer would never have thought them to come from the same country, let alone the same neighbourhood. In contrast to Yasmin's tanned skin and raven hair, Carmen was a lithe, slim girl, a full six inches taller. Glowing auburn hair fell about her pale shoulders freckled from a season in the Spanish sun. Her face was finely featured, and she had the delicate jaw and clear complexion of a classical beauty.

The two matched pace perfectly just like old times. With a lifetime of history there was always the thrill of complicity whenever the two were together. But inevitably Carmen had felt pangs of jealousy when Yasmin had gone on to explore her new found confidence with boys, who had invariably found her the easier to talk to.

She hadn't always approved of Yasmin's partners, they always seemed a little too forward for her liking, but she couldn't help but wonder if she was missing out. Where Yasmin seemed to attract more experienced men, Carmen had to be satisfied with the shy, bookish boys that were drawn to her side, declaring their undying love and devotion. Earnest poetry may be sweet, but now she was on her way to meet the man that had lured her best friend away from Madrid. He'd have a lot to answer for.

Julian met them at the tube station and immediately set about being the gentleman, with a formal handshake and a kiss to either cheek before taking up her luggage and marching them back to the flat. It seemed to amuse him that Yasmin only had time for Carmen, and he followed on behind as the two girls walked on in front, arm in arm, chattering in Spanish. The two girls had a lot to catch up on, and no Mister was about to break up these sisters.

Carmen instantly adored the flat. A lift would have been nice, but the climb was vindicated when she was ushered onto the balcony to admire the view. Across yacht filled docks Canary Wharf Tower stood alone and imposing, as the lights across its flanks picked it out against the descending twilight.

After a light meal Carmen retired to the sofa complaining of a back ache from heaving her luggage about all day. Yasmin gladly volunteered to give her a rub, and Carmen bent to hug her knees allowing Yasmin to hitch up her top. Yasmin was an accomplished masseuse and it didn't take long for her to ease the aches from her bones. Coming back to her senses Carmen worried that she was showing a little too much flesh than was decent, her low cut jeans gaping at the back to frame her thin waist plunging into the curve of her hips. She looked around to see if Julian had been following her progress, and their eyes met. He had seemingly been studying her intently and she felt her cheeks colour as he held her gaze.

Their conversation at dinnertime had revealed him to be a thoughtful and contemplative young man. Not what she would have expected of Yasmin, but she could see the appeal.

He was tall in stature, long-limbed and rangy, but with a pleasing solidness to him. He possessed a slightly lop-sided smile that Carmen found curiously appealing and she warmed to his good natured humour. She also couldn't miss the fact that he would often throw sly glances in her direction, and would let his hand drift to her shoulder or waist as they passed in doorways, or sat to eat. Although she could admire the tight ass his jeans proudly displayed, she was duty bound to her friend and so she put curiosity aside and set about a few days taking in the sights and sounds of a brand new city.

London was a revelation, and her dizzy days of exploration gave her a new apetite for life and love. She was to admire the tall men she would meet on the trains and buses of the capital, but she felt particularly shy in this new town, and her conversations were halting and awkward when anyone tried to engage her in conversation. Still, it wasn't the pictures in the galleries that swam before her eyes as she went to bed each night, but the faces and bodies of the young men that she caught looking at her as she made her way about town.

As the weekend came around she knew she wanted to take a break from her day trips and decided to set aside some time to catch up on her journal. Yasmin and Julian were heading into town to see some friends, but Carmen graciously declined their invitation and settled into the sofa to drink her coffee and pen some thoughts.

She was surprised then to hear a key in the lock and the door opened to reveal Julian looking flustered.

"Would you believe it," he gasped, "I only went and left my travel card."

Carmen thought that it would have been easy enough to have bought a new one for the day, but Julian continued, "To be honest, I might just sit this one out. They're Yasmin's friends really, and I'd be happy to have a quiet day myself." Carmen was a little taken aback, but realised that she would be perfectly content to have some thought-provoking company for the afternoon.

Julian dutifully went to make another round of coffee and set two steaming mugs onto the table and plumped down beside her with a book of his own. He never got as far as opening it. Instead the two of them engaged in an easy banter. She felt comfortable in his presence, and so wasn't taken aback when his hand dropped to rest on her knee.

"Take your shirt off," he said softly. She couldn't believe her ears, she must have mis-heard him.

"You heard what I said, take your shirt off now. Let me see your tits."

Her cheeks burned, this time there was no mistaking the tone of his voice. Shocked and surprised, her hands went to the top button of her blouse, almost as if she was on automatic pilot.

As she bent to unbutton herself, she could already see a flush forming across her neck and chest, she paused, bemused by the unexpectedness of the situation. Julian leaned towards her, and his hands reached to take the buttons from her fingers. She felt his warm breath on her cheek as he whispered to her.

"I've wanted to fuck you for days."

Slowly he slipped each button from its hole and she shrugged her shoulders, allowing her breasts to fall free of her blouse. He slipped his other hand between her legs, and squeezed her thigh, and she felt herself moisten at the urgency of his touch. He was staring straight into her eyes, and she felt herself drawn into his gaze. He tugged at her collar and pulled the shirt free from her jeans, leaving her ample bosom completely exposed as she had dispensed with the constriction of underwear for her lazy day around the house.

All Julian did was look, but the thought of being on display for him was arousing enough, and the swelling of her nippples mirrored the growth she could see in his soft canvas trousers.

"Now take your jeans off, and show me your ass," he commanded. She had no choice but to obey, she turned away from him and pushed her unbuttoned trousers down over her peach-skin cheeks. She bent down to pull the denim over her feet. The supplication of this act combined with the sight of her blood engorged pussy pushed Julian over the edge.

She heard his breathing turn hoarse as he came to his feet behind her and in one movement he was pulling off his shirt and shaking free his trousers over his kicked off shoes. It gratified her that she had broken his cool façade, and now she felt that anything was possible.

"Lie down on the floor," he hissed to her, his hand going to his erect member which swung to point accusingly at her. The sight of his thick cock expelled any thoughts of rebellion from her head and she dutifully lay down before him. In an instant he had dropped to his knees and her face was inches from the wide glistening head that sat atop a thick shaft she knew would be a challenge to accommodate. She felt the heat of his breath on her pubic hair as his hands went to part her legs. She couldn't help but resist a little, couldn't help but expel a moan of pleasure when he forced her apart and darted down, his tongue finding the wet of her pussy.

He took great firm licks at her, savouring her heat and flavour. She felt the tip of his tongue running along the groove of her lips, then parting them to take in her juices from deep inside. The sensation obviously aroused him and she could see his balls tighten and the tip of his penis bob, pulsing with expectation. She tilted her head upwards, to take him inside, but a hand reached back, pushing gently on her forehead.

"That's not for you yet. You're going to have to wait your turn."

With that he rocked back onto his knees, his hands dropping to tease her firm breasts, sitting mounded on her slender torso.

"Come with me," he said, that sly crooked smile playing on his lips. He took to his feet, pulling her upwards and to him. Reaching round he took a buttock in each hand and lifted her up. Instinctively her legs went to wrap around his waist and she could feel the pressure of his cock, pushing at her lips. She desperately wanted to reach down and plunge the head of his penis into her, could feel her cunt gaping, longing to be filled, but knew also she was at his mercy now and was going to have to wait before she would be satisfied.

He shuffled through the living room, breathless and entwined. Kicking open the door to the bedroom he reached the bed in a few rapid strides and let her fall backwards to the mattress. She looked up at him, imploring him to penetrate her, but still the game continued.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said, his hand starting to work a rhythm around the shaft of his cock.

"I want you to show yourself to me."

She dutifully turned over and assumed the position. As she looked up she was met by her own reflection, the wardrobe mirror capturing the scene. Carmen with her legs wide on the bed, the weight of her breasts hanging below, her stiff nipples thrown into sharp relief.

She reached a hand back and pulled a cheek to the side, she could feel the heat of her pussy through her fingers. She dropped her chest to the mattress and felt the bulge of her breasts as they pushed out beneath her. With her other hand she started to stroke, her fingers slick with her own juices as she spread herself for him, starting to tease her own clitoris.

With her head turned to the side she could see in the reflection that he was transfixed by the sight, and she relished the prospect of the fucking she was about to receive. His hands grabbed roughly at her backside and he took a handful of flesh from each buttock. Pulling her apart he pressed the head of his cock to her opening and she squirmed at the sensation. She was so wet and excited now that the penetration was swift and painless, but the shock of his width caused her muscles to tighten involuntarily around him. Only his head was inside, but already she felt almost full to bursting.

With surprising tenderness he started to rock back and forth. An inch at a time he slipped in and out of her, and she was staggered by the waves of exquisite pleasure his girth brought about in her. Firmer now, with his hands on her ass he started to pull her onto him and push her away. With each stroke he opened her a little wider and plunged a little deeper. She wondered fearfully just how much more of his length was to come.

Looking up to the mirror she saw her full breasts rocking back and forth with each jarring thrust. She raised her head, searching for his eyes, and saw his jaw set and could feel his body tense as he lost his last reserve and started to buck. His grip on her shifted and he reached round to grab at her inner thighs, his fingers digging in to her. He was hunched over now and started to pound at her cunt, which rippled helplessly around him.

She caught her breath as he started to slam all of his length into her, she wanted to cry out but no sound would come. She was deliriously conscious of the slapping of his flesh against her ass with each new stroke, he was fully inside her now. Her hand went back to cup his balls, pulling him into her, travelling backwards and forwards with each swing of his hips.

She could feel that rush of familiar energy passing through her body now, the roughness of the blanket chafing her nippples, taking her to the point of no return. Her whole frame shuddered as a wave of electricity passed up her body from her engorged clitoris, up to her tingling ear lobes. At last she shrieked a howl of release as she buried her face into the bedding. Waves of warmth passed through her and she felt her pussy pulsing around his shaft, urging him to release, but instead she felt him withdraw in one quick move.

She felt a rush of cold air as she gaped in his absence, she turned to look over her shoulder.

"Quickly, roll onto your back," he pleaded. Mutely she complied and pulled herself backwards onto the bed. He rolled onto her and reached for her legs, hooking a hand behind them. He pulled them up until her knees rested on her shoulders and she could feel the lips of her vagina protrude.

Lowering himself to her, he allowed the head of his penis to dip, and pushed teasingly at her still vibrating cunt. In a smooth thrust he was inside her again, sinking up to the hilt. Now with his weight bearing down on her he reached forwards until he grasped her upper arms and pushed them into the mattress. She was prostrate before him, barely able to move or struggle, her back firm against the bed, her legs locked in by his muscled biceps and her hips rooted to the spot by the length of his penis.

Again he started to pound at her, she could hear a wet sucking each time he withdrew from her. It was this curious little sound that started to send her over the edge again. This time she could see that he meant business and his face reddened with concentration. This time there was a different quality to his strokes, and she felt his penis stiffen with each plunging penetration. He was going all the way and she could feel that she was going to join him. He moved quicker now and his strokes reached a crescendo of intensity, but just as she felt she was going to explode, he withdrew from her again, leaving her open before him. Her frustration was intense, but he looked at her without remorse and ordered her to play with her breasts.

She had no time for regret as with one hand he deftly pushed her legs aside, and with the other he grasped the shaft of his great cock. He was wet with her juices and she was admiring the shine on the head of his penis when she saw it pulse and a string of semen spurted out spattering against her torso. A grunt of pleasure escaped his lips and another thick stream of fluid jetted forth. Clutching her hand to her breast she squeezed the nipple between thumb and forefinger, now lubricated with his thick semen. Determined not to let any more go to waste she rolled forwards and at last took this magnificent member in her mouth.

His free hand came forwards to grasp her breast and hers went to cup his balls. With her lips tight around the base of his head, she began sucking rythmically and running her tongue around the tip of his penis. She was rewarded by another thick spurt that almost caused her to gag as it hit the back of her throat. Still she sucked and now again and again he came into her, groaning with pleasure. Her mouth filled with sweet sticky fluid, and she swallowed, taking his seed deep inside her.

Sensing he was now finished she let her supple lips slide back over his head and was surprised to draw one last wet spurt from him. Catching her across her pouted lips, her tongue darted out to recover the bead of semen as it slipped down from the corner of her mouth to her chin.

Her lips still glistening she smiled up at him, and his hand found hers. Not the afternoon she had expected, but a welcome diversion none the less. The only problem was - what was she going to tell Yasmin?