One of my
company’s best clients has based his headquarters, rather bizarrely, in a small
town in a very rural part of the country. He says it is because he likes the
more relaxed pace of life there, but he is forever travelling to his offices in
major cities, and abroad. Each to their own, I suppose
We have scheduled meetings to
discuss his portfolio once a quarter, always on the third Thursday of the
month. The meeting usually lasts several hours followed by a meal with plenty
of wine to accompany it. Indeed, we’ve become good friends over the years. I always stay in a hotel in the town centre
and return back to my base around Friday lunchtime.
It as on my second ever visit,
some years ago now, that I discovered a nightclub a mere two minutes’ walk from
my hotel. Even better, it hosted a “singles, divorced and separated” night on
Thursdays that was always well attended – mostly, it seems, by persons who are
not single, or divorced, or separated but just out for a good night. It has
proved to be a source of rich pickings for me over the time I have been
visiting.
This is the first of my many
liaisons that have been a recurring theme of my visits!
I think it would be fair to
describe me as a “well-dressed man” – I like clothes and spend money on quality
threads. As a result, I do tend to stand out a little from the crowd. I presume
it was for this reason that I was “chatted up” by Rose.
Rose would not have been my first
choice of bed companion, if truth be told. Mid-40s, with bottle-blonde hair
that was displaying a good quarter inch of dark roots. She wore cheap
spectacles, a white t-shirt that had seen better days, and a denim mini-skirt
that was starting to fray with age. However, she was wearing red high heels and
was bare-legged, a look that has always done it for me.
She moved closer to me at the bar
and, shouting above the music, stated that she had not seen me at the club
before because she was sure she would have noticed. I told her I was just
visiting and offered to buy her a drink, even though she was clutching half a
bottle of WKD Blue at the time. She accepted, of course.
Soon we were sat away from the
dance area chatting to each other. She told me about her sons, who lived away.
She made no mention of any husband or boyfriend. After 20 minutes, I had my hand on her knee
and she had opened her legs to give me a glimpse of her white panties
underneath her skirt.
I told her I was staying in a
hotel in town and casually asked if she wanted to come back for a quieter drink
and chat. She agreed immediately, and took my arm as we left the club. However,
as we rounded the corner to my hotel (one of only three in the town) she
stopped and said that perhaps we could go back to her house. I enquired as to
why, and she said that her son’s friend worked there and she didn’t want to be
seen entering the hotel so late. She said she lived only a few minutes in the
opposite direction, so I agreed.
The house was a fairly dingy
two-up, two down and I went into the lounge while she fixed drinks in the
kitchen. She then came in and sat on the couch, making a big play of again opening
her legs. I said it was a very nice view and would look even better without the
panties. She laughed and, lifting herself off the seat, reached up and pulled
them down and off. She sat back down and
opened her legs wide to show a nice shaved cunt.
I got up from my seat and,
kneeling in front of her, slid her skirt up her thighs and parted her legs
further. I then started to probe her with my tongue before finding her clit and
started massaging it with my tongue. She soon started to squirm and I stopped,
got up, pulled her to her feet and removed her t-shirt.
I turned her away from me, undid
her bra, and pushed her back, face forward, onto the couch. I lifted her skirt
and undid my trousers. Reaching forward myself, I cupped her breasts in my
hands and slid my cock into her.
Ten minutes later, we were both
naked and fucking on the couch. She was an enthusiastic lover, and a noisy one.
She started to come, so I relaxed and let myself shoot into her as she started
bucking under me. Wanting to extend her orgasm, I immediately went down on her
with my tongue. She was, by now, almost
screaming, imploring me to fuck her hard.
However, in the midst of her
noise, I heard a familiar sound which I couldn’t immediately place. I then
realised it was the sound of a mobile phone vibrating. I ignored it but, a few
seconds after it stopped, it started again.
“I think that’s your phone”
She rummaged around in her
handbag and came out with an old Nokia. She reached for her glasses just as the
call ended.
“Nothing important” she said, and
bent down to kiss me …. The first time we had kissed!
And then a single buzz. She again
picked up the phone and shouted “Shit! No!” and reached for her skirt.
“What’s up?” I enquired
“Get dressed. Quick. My fella is
coming home”
I needed no further encouragement.
As we hurriedly dressed, she told me that it had been him ringing and he had
then sent a text saying he was ten minutes away from the town. She told me he
had been working away and wasn’t expected back until Friday evening.
I dressed in record time and
headed for the front door, but she steered me to the back door. “Go over the
fence at the bottom of the garden and follow the path round”. I was a little
concerned at this until I saw the “fence” was only about 18” high. I did as I
was told and followed the path round. As I came out onto the road, a white van
turned a corner and pulled into the driveway of the house I had left a mere 30
seconds before!
Postscript: Three months later I
was back again. Rose was in the club and wearing pretty much identical
clothing. I bought a WKD Blue and took it over to her. It actually took her a
few seconds to register who I was before she burst out laughing. I told her “Tonight,
we go to my hotel” but she said that she was now actually single, having split
with her bloke a few weeks before. This
time, we made it to the bedroom and I had a reasonably enjoyable night of
fucking and sucking.
On my next visit, she was at the
club with another bloke so I kept my distance. I never saw her again after that
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