Holidaying For Free – Or – Tanstaafl – Or - There’s No Such Thing As A Free Lunch!

By the time Uni had finished for the Summer, all of you on here will have seen that I was totally broke and was exploring ‘alternative’ funding options (at least that’s kind-of what my student councillor was calling it – not that I explained the exact nature of my activities lol!)

It went pretty well until my scary brush with an EP member who took me to beyond my own preset limits. After the fact, I have found it to be an immensely horny experience and I frigged myself silly for half of the summer hols fantasising about those couple of hours. But hear that word – FANTASISING – got it?

Anyway, there I was back at my Mum’s for the summer, and broke – as in BrokeStudent yeah? No money – nada. And my Mum lives in this small village outside a pretty small town and there really wasn’t much prospect of summer work. So I was lazing in bed most days whilst my Mum went to work all day, getting pretty bored and occupying my time as best I could (ooh – remember that Banana – yes with a capital “B”) in that god-forsaken place when one lunchtime an old friend from school facebooked me and asked what I was up to – whether I had any free time coming up?
Well Stevey (as was his name – da da!) was now living locally again, had just broken up with a long-term girlfriend, and had a holiday for two in the sun coming up. Was I interested? Was I ****! Of course as this story is entitled, there’s no such thing as a free lunch/holiday ha ha! Now over the last year I’ve (and here I choose my words very carefully) *** across Stevey on more than one occasion, although always virtually, but there is no hiding from the fact that the package he hides in his boxers puts a smile on my face at least.

So Stevey’s deal was that I become his sexmate, his friend with benefits for the duration. He knew I had no money but didn’t realise that meant I had NO money at all, but decided that I could work off the spending money before we went away. Now I ‘m sure you all know I’m not exactly shy, he’s a reasonable looking guy with a **** to die for, and I’ve seen him shoot nearly a gallon on *** on cam, so … Yeah, I went for it.

My Mum’s out at work, Stevey’s as work but got a sure thing lazing around – what would you do? So 20 minutes later the back door bangs open and the man himself is standing on the (fortunately secluded) rear step of my Mum’s house with his jockeys round his ankles and a prong that looks even hotter in real life than on cam. I was as you can imagine, momentarily taken aback. Momentarily being the operative word there, and once I’d swallowed my chocolatey mouthful of KitKat, invited him over the threshold with a look that I’m sure the Cheshire Cat would have been proud of. His sudden migraine appeared to have miraculously gone – do doubt because all that blood was now pulsing through an entirely different organ to his brain!

As a dutiful new friend-with-benefits (not to mention a broke and bored student), I knelt infront of his gorgeous **** and paid it proper obeisance. I mentioned that he would need to shave himself before I’d repeat this laving of his straining erection, but forgave him on this occasion due to the undoubted emergency. I was in HEAVEN. And Stevey was about to enter MY heaven ;-)

Now I’m all for public exhibitionism, but my Mum’s neighbours might not all be quite so – shall I say liberal? – in their attitudes, so I lead Stevey by his pulsing rod of iron up to my bedroom. Apparently he wanted some immediate souvenirs, so who was I to deny him when he took some photos with his phone. You can see a few in one of my galleries with the same name (I think!) – some are rather blurry, but hey, we were there to ****!