A new visitor to Newfoundland gets a warm welcome from the locals.

Working as a museum consultant takes me to some weird and wonderful places, which is one of the things I love most about my job. I tend to work with lots of lovely older folks and maintain a cordial but professional relationship with those I meet. But I had a much different experience this summer when I went to Newfoundland, which has to be the friendliest and most down-to-earth place in the world.

The day of my arrival, the plane had to circle St. John’s airport twice due to fog, and my fellow passengers gave a cheer when we finally touched down. My seatmate assured me this was absolutely normal for landing on “The Rock,” as she called it.

Picking up my rental car, the desk agent called me “my love,” in a thick, almost Irish-sounding accent. Same as the guy from whom I bought a coffee, and just about everyone else I encountered during my three-day stay. I found it immediately sweet, but had no idea the instant familiarity would rub off. I would end up dropping all professional boundaries on this trip.

By the time I’d left the airport the skies were clear. I was heading off to a small museum where I’d be spending a couple of days consulting with its director on the development of the local tourism industry. The location was three-and-a-half hours up the coastline, and the drive was gloriously pretty.

The tiny fishing village I was staying in was picturesque, and my hotel room huge with a big deck looking out over the grey-blue ocean waves. There was a lighthouse in the distance and brightly painted fishing shacks on the cliffs overlooking the bay. All this made me joyful as I headed to the museum to meet the director, Sterling. I expected some doddering old guy, but instead Sterling was barely 40 and muscular, with piercing blue eyes and a rakish grin. He was clad in impeccably tailored gray slacks and a pale pink button-down shirt. His handsome appearance was a very pleasant surprise, indeed. Sterling appraised me rather appreciatively, too, before switching to consummate-professional mode and starting my tour of the museum and grounds.

We mixed small talk with our discussions on strategic plans and objectives, and I figured maybe Sterling was gay or attached. But as our workday drew to a close, he asked if I had plans for the evening. I said no, and he offered to take me out for food and to show me a few places. Crossing the museum’s small parking lot I told him to pick me up in an hour, so that I could freshen up, and as he ushered me toward my car, his hand brushed against my butt so gently the gesture could have been accidental. I shivered, hoping that it wasn’t.

I changed into jeans and a light sweater, put on a little lipstick and perfume, and decided to wait for Sterling outside my hotel while enjoying the view of the sea. I’d been told it wasn’t unusual to see whales frolicking in the bay, so was hopeful. No dice though, and Sterling pulled up, right on time, telling me to hop into his Jeep Wrangler. He was as hot as hell, dressed in dark jeans and an expensive-looking sweater.

“Do you like fish and chips?” he asked. I told him sure, and he explained I hadn’t lived until I’d had it with dressing and gravy piled on top of the fries, true Newfoundland style. He drove us to a home-style diner, jumped out and returned in short order with a steaming bag that smelled greasy and divine. Then we were off again, traveling down an unpaved road until there was nowhere else to go.

“C’mon,” he said, grabbing the food and a blanket from the backseat.

Sterling spread the blanket on the ground a safe distance from the edge of the low cliff, then unwrapped the packages of fish and chips. He passed me my meal and a can of soda.

“Welcome to Newfoundland,” he said, gesturing toward the bay, and I was utterly charmed by his easygoing manner and the spectacular view.

I sat down there on the clifftop with him, eating the delicious greasy food and swigging soda, and then realized that — holy shit! — there were a bunch of puffins no more than 20 feet away from us. Sterling laughed to see how delighted I was by the chubby birds. The evening was warm, the setting was glorious, and when Sterling pulled a pint of rum out of his bag and passed it to me, I gleefully poured a big shot into what was left of my cola.

“So, Sterling,” I asked, “what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”

“Don’t let my accent fool you,” he said. “I’m from here. Just went away to school, worked in New York for a decade, then came back because I missed the place. I love it here.”

“I can see why,” I replied, meaning it because the scene was beautiful, and the warmth of the rum was making me want to stay, too. Sterling moved the evidence of our meal off the blanket and snuggled in close next to me. He pointed out toward the ocean, “Look — there’s a whale.” And so there was. I watched a humpback breach right in front of me, gasped, and then sighed as it disappeared.

I turned my head and kissed him, exhilarated. If ever there was a moment to start something, this had to be it.

Sterling answered my kiss, and I fell back onto the blanket, taking him with me. We made out like teenagers there on the cliffs. I was so ravenously hungry for this hot man. I tugged at his shirt and off it came, I licked at his tanned chest and pulled at his belt. His hands were under my sweater, yanking it off and popping my breasts from my bra, then he lowered his head to suck my nipples, which were rock hard. The sea breeze was tickling every naked part of me, my body electrified at his touch. He shimmied out of his jeans, thick cock springing proud when his boxers slid down. I wrapped my hand around his solid shaft. It responded with a pulse.

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off me. Suddenly, we were there buck naked on the blanket. I was so ready to fuck him right then, but he held back.
“Slow, love. We’ve got plenty of time,” he said with a playful laugh before moving down my body and placing his head squarely between my legs.

I lifted my hips, desperate for contact as he started delivering soft, fluttery flicks to my clit before moving to deep, earth-shaking laps all along my pussy. His tongue probed me, then he inserted a finger to increase my pleasure. I clutched his head and bucked against him as I came hard, with the crashing waves as an explosive soundtrack to a perfect orgasm. After I stopped thrashing and cursing, Sterling lifted his head, came up to kiss me, then sank his dick deep into my sopping wet pussy. I was so devastatingly turned on. I moaned as he slowly rode in and out, hilt to tip, whispering dirty endearments. I’m not sure whether I came again, or I just hadn’t stopped from the first time, but I was just all tremors at that point. I thought for sure he was going to come when he pulled his dick out, sat up and grinned.

“Are you having fun, my dear?”

“I moaned as he rode in and out, hilt to tip, whispering dirty endearments.”

“Sure am,” I told him, then pushed him back onto the springy moss and grass. The blanket was a scrunched up mess by then. I took his wet cock in my mouth and sucked it clean of my taste as I stroked his sac and squeezed it gently until he moaned little blasphemies. I could hear a definite local accent then, his more refined nature receding as his raw self emerged.

I ran the fingernails of my free hand along his thigh and took his shaft deeper down my throat. He groaned and warned me if I didn’t stop he was going to shoot. I sucked harder, twirling my tongue around the head of his big, fat dick, and he shuddered and exploded into my mouth. I swallowed his load greedily, then sat up and swigged at my rum and cola. I laughed as he groaned and muttered obscenities.

“I wasn’t finished fucking you,” he said.

I shrugged and told him the night was still young.

“If I were still young I’d be making another go at you right now,” he retorted, “but this old man needs to recover first.”

We dressed, gathered up our stuff and returned to his Jeep. Sterling said he had somewhere else to take me, and we drove out to the lighthouse that I’d seen from my deck. We watched the sky turn red, and once the sun had set, we returned to my hotel. I invited Sterling in, and he followed me up the stairs, saying hello a little guiltily to the very nice old woman who owned the hotel. I guess in a small town like that everyone knows each other, and usually I would never have been so brazen on a business trip, but our alfresco sex session, along with the tots of rum, had pushed me past the point of caring.

I put the TV on a music channel for some background noise, and then we were back at it, naked in minutes and rolling around on the bed. Before long, we were coming together for a long, slow missionary fuck. Around midnight, Sterling said he’d better go, as we were meeting with the museum trustees that morning, and he’d rather head into the appointment looking half decent and somewhat rested.

“But tomorrow’s your last night here. We’ll go do something, yeah?”

After he left, I fell into a deep contented sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring and feeling very, very happy to be exactly where I was right at that moment.

The trustees were exactly as I’d expected: a bunch of lovely old farts with good intentions. We drank tea and ate blueberry scones. Sterling and I avoided eye contact for the most part, but there were a few looks, and I felt myself blush when I caught him glancing down my shirt as I leaned across the table to grab a second scone. I did get the feeling that one of the old dears knew something was up, and at lunch, she shared that her sister owned the inn where I was staying, so I realized I’d been rumbled. I definitely blushed then.

We got through the day of meetings, and toward the end I felt my phone vibrate, Sterling had sent a text saying he’d pick me up at seven. I texted back to confirm, and my pussy got a little moist thinking about what might happen. With all the museum business done, I said my good-byes and returned to the hotel. I enjoyed a long shower, played with myself a little, spent time straightening my hair and put on a cotton dress. I felt sexy and was ready for another lusty session with Sterling.

After I jumped into his Jeep, Sterling gave my thigh a squeeze and told me he was taking me to one of his favorite places, a craft brewery and bar in a converted schoolhouse. He said I’d get to meet a few locals, then we could head back to his place if I so desired. That was all fine with me.

We arrived at the brewery, and there were just a few others there, mostly old-timers propping up the bar. Judging from the short amount of time I’d spent in that corner of the world, there seemed to be far fewer young people around than there were old.

We sampled beers and talked, making vague plans about my possible return someday on museum business, or about Sterling looking me up next time he was in Chicago, where I lived. There were no promises, and I liked that; everything was fun and breezy. I was newly divorced and found out he was, too, so the relaxed mood suited us both just fine. We were on our second flight of beer when a good looking guy about our age walked in. He was a little rough around the edges, needed a shave, had muscular tattooed arms and was dirty-hot. Of course, Sterling knew him and called him over. “This is Dave, my oldest friend,” he said.

Dave gave me a cheeky wink and pulled a chair up to our table. He exuded sex appeal, and his glances at me were hungry. It turned out that he and Sterling grew up together, but while Sterling had been the “book smart” one who’d gone away to school, lost his thick accent and acted like an outsider, Dave had become a fisherman like his father, stayed home, got married and had three kids.

“Completely different lives,” said Sterling, “But now Dave’s divorced, too, so maybe it’s time for him to get back in the game.”

We joked about how strange it was to be footloose and fancy free as grownups, and I felt Dave’s leg press against mine under the table. I was having a lot of fun and knew I could have either man if I wanted. But I hadn’t considered having both.

We drank a little more, and then Dave got up.

“I have to go check my lobster pots,” he said.

I laughed, but he insisted he was serious. He took my hand and kissed it before telling me he hoped he’d get to see me again. I was disappointed to see him go.

“He shuddered and exploded into my mouth. I swallowed his load greedily.”

“All the girls like Dave,” Sterling said, after the fisherman left. I confessed that he was a good-looking man, and I could understand the attraction. He asked if I’d been thinking about fucking his friend. I told Sterling no. Thoughts of getting fucked by Dave had crossed my mind, so I wasn’t even sure if my answer was a lie. That’s when Sterling asked if I’d ever had a threesome with two guys, and I confided I hadn’t, but it was on my list of things that I’d like to try someday.

“We had one once with Dave’s ex-wife, back when we were young,” Sterling admitted. “It was pretty hot, but made things weird for a long time. I think these things are probably best done with people you don’t run into at the grocery store every week.”

“With people who are just visiting for a few days then?” I teased.

“Yes,” Sterling said, holding my gaze. I stared back, licking my lips. My pussy was growing wet at just the mention of this naughty possibility. “I can text Dave and tell him to meet us back at my place if you want.”

I nodded, too turned on to speak, and Sterling pulled out his phone to message Dave.

We drove to Sterling’s house in near silence. The sky was darkening, and I watched stars pop out above us in the inky sky. I was vibrating with excitement. As we pulled into Sterling’s driveway, I saw a big black truck. Dave was leaning against the driver’s side door, smoking a cigarette. He flashed a goofy grin when he saw me.

We went into Sterling’s perfectly lovely home, and he brought us beer and put music on. I sat on his big sofa, leaning back into the luxurious cushions and letting my legs part slightly. I knew that Dave, who sat opposite me, could clearly see my black lace underwear.

“Well then,” I said, “you guys have done this before. So where do we start?”

Dave looked at Sterling, who nodded at him, and then moved over to sit next to me on the sofa. He kissed me hard on the mouth and unbuttoned the front of my dress, exposing my bra. Sterling sat on the other side of me, running his hands up my thighs and raising the hem of my dress. Sterling kissed the back of my neck, and I just about melted, loving all of their attention. I put a hand on Dave’s crotch and felt that his dick was already hard — and it seemed even bigger than Sterling’s. I quivered a little, deep inside, in anticipation. Sterling was easing my panties down, and then he slipped a finger straight into my wet hole, his thumb pushing down on my clit. I moaned, letting my head fall back, and Dave suckled at my breasts through the lace of my bra.

“Get undressed, both of you,” I commanded. They stood up and stepped out of their pants and underwear before simultaneously pulling their shirts over their heads. I looked at them and giggled. “This is just fantastic,” I said.

I placed my hands on their impressively stiff cocks, which were now at eye level. I pulled them both toward me, licking each in turn.

Dave put one of his big hands on my head and muttered, “Holy fuck.”

I sucked him first, working my hand up and down Sterling, then switched, going back and forth until Sterling suggested we move someplace where we could get more comfortable.

He took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom, with Dave following close behind.

Sterling hesitated at the threshold, but I walked in with confidence, pulled off my dress and climbed onto the big bed, staying on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. I looked over my shoulder at the two of them.

Dave accepted the unspoken invitation, coming up behind me and stroking the tip of his dick along my dripping slit. I pushed my ass back, and his thick cock popped inside, filling and spreading me. It felt so damn good, but there was, of course, another dick waiting for my attention. I felt powerful. I’d never been as turned on as I was right then.

I called Sterling over, and he got on his knees before me. I took the swollen bulb of his cock into my mouth and sucked him deep. He moaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, directing the speed with which I sucked him. It felt so good to be plowed by Dave while sucking on Sterling’s dick. I felt deliciously depraved, and an orgasm was building fast. Dave must’ve sensed my growing excitement and spanked my ass. He began pulling almost all the way out of me before plunging back in and reaching around to put pressure on my clit.

I moaned around Sterling’s dick until the pleasure became too much. I released him and put my head down on my folded arms while Dave jammed his cock inside me one last time before he said to Sterling, “Your turn.”

“It felt so good to be plowed by Dave while sucking on Sterling’s dick.”

With my face in the mattress, I couldn’t see Sterling, but the feeling of his unseen cock gliding inside me — a different thickness and size — was divine. I lifted my head and there was Dave’s dick in front of my face.

“I want you to shoot your load into my mouth,” I said before swallowing his shaft.

Dave fucked my face with jerky thrusts, then grunted as his jizz shot into my mouth. I pulled back and lovingly licked his softening prick while Sterling continued to fuck me. As my pleasure grew, I reared back toward him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I knew Sterling couldn’t last much longer, and I was right. He moaned loudly as he came and collapsed against me, thoroughly spent.

The three of us lay there, sweaty and a little awkward. I said I needed to go because I had an early flight, which was true. Dave offered me a ride, and I passionately kissed Sterling good-bye.

“It’s been fun,” I told him, and he agreed that it had been. At my hotel, I squeezed Dave’s dick through his jeans and thanked him for a fun evening. He said if I was ever back in Newfoundland I should look him up. I laughed and said sure before heading into my room to take a long, hot shower.

I hadn’t been planning to return to Newfoundland anytime soon, but you could definitely say the town made an impression on me.

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