She was into it as well...she had been feeling toward me the same way, though not quite as long. I ate her pussy, licking her cunt lips and flicking m... tongue at her clit. I caught it between my teeth and nibbled very gently, then just pressed my mouth on her clit and massaged it with my lips. I then worked my tongue back to her pussy lips, eating and sucking all the way, then licked her crotch back to her asshole.As I licked and sucked at the girl's asshole, I pushed the tip of my finger in. I was not a natural student, but had worked hard and finished in the top third of my class.I told her funny stories of the kind of shit my crewmates and I had got into when we hit port. The drinking, the sightseeing, the problems with language – all the funny stuff.I left out most of the gritty things, like the time I almost got mugged in Rio, but was saved by the streetwalker I was with. She talked the street hood out of cutting me up. I did lose my wallet, but I was grateful to her. I could. Gaynor reversed to park just two spaces away. Relieved that nothing was wrong, I got out of my Volvo, locked it and looked towards Gaynor’s vehicle. She remained sitting and beckoned me to her with a crooked forefinger. I rushed the few steps through the drizzle, flung open the door and flopped into the passenger seat. “Ugh, not a nice day at all,” I said and leaned for a kiss. I stopped halfway. Gaynor was staring straight ahead, looking through the rivulets on her windscreen. “What’s wrong?”. Johns' hands moved forwards to the outside of Claire’s legs. He rested them by her knees as he carried on looking at her. Did she really just do that he thought, what would happen if he slid his hands up her legs? In the back of Johns mind he briefly remembered the others, still at the pub, he glanced at the clock and knew they would be there for at least another hour. Slowly, he started to slide his hands up the outer contours of Claire’s legs. Her smooth skin feeling like silk under his.