The Scottish backpacker part 3

Janice was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry about what just happened, I'm a little embarrassed."

"What? Why would you be embarrassed?" I asked.

"About what I've done, it's not how I'm supposed to be a professional accommodation provider, and I was simply bringing you a welcome basket, but when I heard you, umm, making a certain sound, I couldn't help but listen, I know it was wrong, but since my husband left me, I've been so lonely, I feel so bad,"

"Oh sweety," I said moving over to her kissing her gently, "you really have nothing to be embarrassed about, far from it, believe me, I really appreciated and enjoyed what just happened, and it sounds as if you really needed that to happen."

She went to carry on talking, but I interrupted her by kissing her on the lips. I felt her shoulders drop, indicating she'd relaxed a little, and she was kissing me back, her hand on my back, obviously feeling better.

Janice had to leave and take supplies to the other cabin, fortunately there was just an older couple staying in one of the other cabins and it was far enough away so as they wouldn't hear any noises coming from us as we had the previous night.

Ian and I unpacked some things from the car, showered and decided to cook dinner.
Sitting outside watching the sunset eating was a bit of a treat as the wind and rain had stopped for a while and it gave us a quite relaxed setting.

We both sharing things about our lives.
I found out he had grown up feeling different to his friends, not dating, not being particularly attracted to either males or females. He worked as an apprentice electrician. His boss was married with two kids but it was him that showed Ian more affection than anyone else and he was the one that initiated Ian's first sexual experience.
That still didn't influence him one way or another the other. He still felt confused about his sexuality.
He admitted he felt a little more comfortable having sex with females now that I'd introduced him to it.

I told him I was groomed by a lady when I was younger, and I enjoyed sex with her then I had sex with a male family member and enjoyed that as well, which while I wasn't confused, I simply enjoyed both and as I grew up, I realised I was simply bisexual. Nothing to be concerned with, and had no real preference.

The openness we both shared was encouraging, I hadn't really thought much about it, but I did feel a sense of relief. I'd never shared these experiences with anyone before, I'd simply accepted it.

He told me about his first time, and the initial pain, then the pleasure, and how he enjoyed it.
He said he didn't like labels, but now, after our conversation, he'd also consider himself 'bisexual'.

We both opened up about many things, the sun had set, another wine bottle was empty and our chats became more open.
I shared a desire, or fantasy I had.
I told him about a friend from school who was raped when she was 18. The guy was caught a few days later.
She was actually at my house and her mum came over to tell her he'd been caught.
The relief on her face was amazing. It did something to her, she felt relief, and free.
She wanted to stay with me that night and her mum agreed.
For some reason, she just needed to talk.
I let her, without interruption, without judgement, and she told me a very detailed description of exactly how it all happened.
I found myself getting really excited by what she was telling me, and had to have a shower after she finished and I had a huge orgasm, just thinking about how it all transpired.
Ever since, I've wanted to be raped, as wrong as it was, it's just how I felt.

To be honest, I think he was turned on by me telling him that. I could see him thinking, but didn't say anything.

I went back inside and took off my panties, they for some reason we're wet, I was now just wearing a yellow sundress, no bra and I was feeling quite horny.
Ian was still enjoying the better weather. I went back out to join him. I stood in front of him, smiling a cheeky smile. I noticed his cock growing under his shorts, I lifted my dress slowly, giving him a good look at my pussy.
I was horny.
All the talk we shared was definitely having an effect on me. I wanted his cock, NOW.
"Take your shorts off baby," I demanded.
Without hesitation, his shorts were laying on the deck, my dress was soon next to it. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and we were both naked, knowing the chance of being spotted wasn't a concern. He stroked his cock, as I cupped both of my boobs, kneading them like dough.
"I love how you do that, you look so sexy," I threw my head back, bit my bottom lip and started gyrating my hips, took a step closer to him, then straddled him, lowering myself onto his hard cock,

"Yes baby, stick it in my cunt, I want to feel your big hard cock inside me,"
He didn't reply, he held his cock at my hole as I lowered myself down, my chin now on my chest as I watched his cock disappear. My hand then went to my swollen clit. I rubbed it gently as I dropped myself, taking all his cock. I let out a soft moan as I began lifting and dropping, the sensation was wonderful. He thrust up as I lowered and we had a wonderful rhythm going, my fingers dancing across my clit, I pulled his face into my chest and he took my nipple in his mouth and suckled me, sending shivers straight to my pussy.
I started grinding on him, moving his cock around inside me,

"Oh fuck Elle, that's amazing when you do that, ohhhh my fucking god YESSSS,"
He was obviously enjoying how I was riding him.
I took my hand away from my clit, sucked my fingers clean, and pulled him closer to me as my movement became more spasmodic, twitching and shaking as my orgasm drew nearer.
"I'm going to cum baby, fuck me, oh god, fuck it feels so incredible, ahhhhh fuck yesss, uuuugh, ohhhh god YESSSS,"

He started thrusting harder, groaning, then I felt his cum hit the back of my cervix, sending my own orgasm over the top.
I wrapped my arms around his head, my hips shuddering, twitching and shaking uncomfortably as we cum together.

After a short time, we both sat motionless, drinking in the wonders of what had just happened.
I leant back, smiling at him, put a hand either side of his face and kissed him.

We didn't speak, no words were needed, we simply enjoyed the moment.
I could feel our cum flowing and knowing it was mostly pooling over him, I quickly got on my knees and proceeded to lick him clean.
Looking up at him, I smiled,
"I'm going to have a shower, I can feel my cunt dripping." I laughed and quickly ran inside.