Another Favour ... Different Friend

I’m pretty sure this has happened to all of us. You are out for the night with a mate and you meet two people of the opposite sex and get on really well with them. Suddenly, there is that dawning realisation that you both fancy the same one!

Trevor and I were on a course in Warwick and had decided to hit the town, as no one else appeared interested in going out. Apparently, they all wanted to stay in and study!  An hour in, we walked into a pub and saw two girls sat at a table.

“They are staying at our hotel. I think they are on the other group”, I say to Trev

We buy a couple of pints and wander over.

“Hi, girls. Mind if we join you. I think we’re on the same course”. As chat-up lines go, not my best but we were simply looking to have a laugh, not start a lifelong relationship. Fortunately, they recognised us and invited us to sit down.

Mandy was tall, willowy and blonde. Very long legs barely encased in a tiny black skirt. An extremely good-looking girl. Debbie was short, dumpy (no … OK … fat!) with mousey-brown hair, very tight jeans and way too much makeup to cover her rather spotty complexion.  Both girls were a laugh, though, but I noticed that Trev was as interested in Mandy as I was.

We found another pub and then a bar with a dance-floor and a late licence.  We all wandered back to our hotel and it was obvious that Trev had struck lucky with Mandy as they were soon holding hands and were giggling together.  We woke up the night porter at the hotel and got him to open the bar whilst we visited the washrooms.

Once inside the Gents, Trev asked “Big favour, mate. Can I borrow your room tonight? I’ve scored with Mandy but her and Debbie are sharing a room together”.

The hotel accommodation was included in the cost of the course, but costs were kept down by making everyone share twin-bedded rooms. I, however, had persuaded my Dad to stump up extra cash so that I could have my own room.

“… and I’m going to sleep where?” I enquired, quite reasonably.

“I was hoping you could … er … use your charms on Debbie and …er … distract her”

“Cheers, mate”, I said “I get the consolation of the fat bird, do I?” I asked, but did so with a smile on my face. I had already realised on the walk back to the hotel that I was going to have to take one for the team

We bought our nightcap and I settled down next to Debbie to work my charm. To be honest, I did not have to try too hard. She’d had a few, and was soon sitting up real close and personal next to me.  Time for the punchline …

“Trev has asked me if he can borrow my room. Think he and Mandy are getting on rather well. This leaves me in a predicament. Any chance I can crash in your room?”

“No problem, Bob”

Ten minutes later, Trev is asking me for my room key and Mandy is giggling and telling Debbie she’ll see her in the morning. After they have left, I suggest to Debbie that we call it a night also.  We walked up to her room and she let us in.  She disappears into the bathroom and returns with a washbag.  She delves inside and brings out a small baggie of white powder.

“Fancy a line?” asks Debbie

Now, I was no stranger to drugs at that time of my life (Oh, be honest, the author still enjoys the occasional spliff and line of coke) and I guessed a line or two would keep us both awake and talking and thus avoid the potentially awkward “going to sleep” phase. “Damn right” I replied “this is indeed an unexpected surprise”

“Its Mandy’s” she said “… but she won’t mind …. Much” said with a chuckle

Debbie cut four pretty fat lines and we took two each.  When I’d finished my second, she wiped some powder from my nose and said “This stuff makes me horny as fuck” and then she was on me.  We locked lips and she started pulling my shirt from my jeans.

To be fair, a little coke always kick-starts my libido, not that it needs much kick-starting.  I pulled her top over her head and unfastened her bra. Her heavy tits fell out and I lifted a breast to give her nipple a good suck. 

“Bite it” she gasped, so I did. Not hard, but took the nipple between my teeth and gave it a pinch.

I pushed her back onto the bed and started to undo her jeans. They were very tight and we ended up giggling as I tried to pull them off her. We got there in the end and her panties came off quicker.  I pushed her legs up and back and sank my tongue into her slick divide.

She came very quickly and I stood up to remove the rest of my clothes.

“Get the coke” she said

I did

“Rub some on my clit”

This was a new one on me. I’d rubbed coke into my gums before but had never used it as a sex aid before. I licked my finger and dipped it into the bag. I then rubbed it not only onto her clit but also her pussy lips.  They immediately started to swell.  She sat up and took the bag off me. She then took my cock in her mouth and, when I was good and hard, rubbed some powder onto my bell-end.

I thought I was going to explode. My knob grew thicker and more sensitive, yet numb (if that makes sense)

Lifting her legs again, so that she fell back onto the bed, I slid into her. The feeling, which the coke around her pussy added to, was the most intense ever.  Suddenly, I was pumping into her like a jackhammer and just knew I wasn’t coming any time soon. 

She squealed with pleasure when I turned her over and took her from behind. I then saw the bag lying on the bed so dipped my finger in again and inserted it into her ass. It immediately opened up and her tiny rosebud became a hole that was just asking to be filled.  I pulled out and pushed into her ass.

She bucked under me as I plunged deeper inside her. I then realised that the headboard of the bed was crashing against the wall and the bed was suffering under our activities. 

I slowed down and pulled out.  Debbie wriggled off the bed and said “Let’s try this”

She got onto the floor and, with a degree of dexterity I’ve never seen repeated in a girl her size, wriggled her legs up the side of the bed and brought her legs over and back towards the floor, leaving her asshole exposed.

“Stand behind me and push your cock downwards into me”.  I did as I was told and realised that I could get rhythm by bending my knees up and down.  Five minutes later, I had one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and it seemed as if my spunk would never stop pumping out.

I collapsed on the bed and Debbie joined me.  I fell asleep with my head on the softest pillow – her fat tummy. 

The irony was discovering the next morning that Mandy and Trev hadn’t really clicked. Debbie spent the remaining three nights we were together in my room and by the end of the week I was completely fucked in every sense of the word.

Debbie and I kept in touch and, for long after we were both married, met up a couple of times a year for an encore.  She actually lost a lot of weight and bloomed into a rather fetching woman. Unfortunately, she and he husband emigrated to New Zealand and we lost touch

The coke trick? Oh … have surprised many a lady … and the occasional man … with what I learned that night

A Favour For A Friend

Much of my twenties were taken up with studying for the professional qualifications that I now hold. Much of the work was done by correspondence but four times a year we had a residential week at a University where we would have intensive lectures.  These turned out to be great fun; we would work hard during the day and play hard amongst the plentiful pubs and clubs in the city at night. I made some lifelong friends during these times – some are now business partners, some are competitors, but we share that common bond.

However, on my first week away, I knew no-one … or thought I didn’t. Arriving on the Sunday night before the course started Monday morning, I went off into town looking for nothing more than a quiet drink.  The first pub I went into was dead, but the second more lively.  I sat nursing a pint and listening to the rather excellent jukebox when I noticed two girls come in. One of them looked vaguely familiar.  They went up and got some drinks at the bar whilst I tried to puzzle out where I knew her from.

I studied the two girls. One was taller than the other, slim with very long legs and clearly a very neat ass inside her jeans.  The other, the one I thought I recognised, was short, overweight, a little frumpy, wearing clothes that were perhaps ten years too old for her.

Having got their drinks, they turned to survey the room. The short girl caught me looking, looked hard at me, and then both walked over to me.

“You work at Walker’s, don’t you?” she asked

“Yes, I do. And I’m trying to think where I know you from?”

“I work at Smith Hewson’s” she said. This firm was my Dad’s major competition in our area.

“Small world” I exclaimed “I’m Bob … Bob Walker”

“Oh yes, you’re the boss’s son, aren’t you? I’m Gayle and this is Lynda”

It clicked then. I hadn’t met her in a work situation but she had a degree of local fame for her horse-riding skills with talk of her perhaps representing Great Britain in some games or tournament or whatever. I recognised her from her pictures in the local paper

And so started a friendship with them both that exists to this day. Gayle and Lynda did not know each other but had met when registering on arrival.

Over the next six years, Gayle and I would share driving duties going to these courses. She lived about 30 miles away from where she worked, so we didn’t socialise much when back at home although we met for lunch to and swap notes on a regular basis. However, when on the course, Gayle, Lynda and I, along with several others we swept into our little circle, were virtually inseparable. We got up to a lot of high jinks and there were nights out we still talk about today.

Jump forward three years

I’m in my room getting ready for a night out. It was the Thursday before we went home the next day, always a good turn out of the sixty or so of us doing the course. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

I opened it and Gayle walked in.

“I’ve got a problem and need your help” she said

“Gayle, what is it?” I asked urgently, fearing some dreadful tragedy or mishap had befallen her.

“My garter belt is broken and I can’t fix it, and I’ve got no clean tights to put on. Can you try and fix it for me”

Now, it must be said I am not known for my practical skills, having neither the inclination nor the aptitude for manual tasks. However, here was a damsel in distress who needed a knight

“What do I need to do?” I ventured

With that, Gayle lay on my bed and pulled her skirt up just far enough to expose her stocking tops but still preserving her dignity. 

“You need to fix that back on and push that through there”

I really had no idea what she was talking about but started by taking hold of the garter strap that rested on her inner thigh. As soon as I touched it, she quivered. She literally quivered. I pulled my hand back as if I’d had an electric shock. 

“Sorry” I said, even though I wasn’t really sure what I was apologising for

“That’s OK” she said, and opened her legs a little further.

I again went to take hold of the garter strap. The same reaction

“You OK?” I asked

The reply I got was certainly not one I was expecting

“No, I’m not! I’m as horny as fuck, have not brought a dildo with me, and if I don’t come soon I’m going to be fucking the first bloke I lay eyes on this evening. I’ve tried bringing myself off, but it isn’t working. So I thought the best thing to do was to get you to fuck me, seeing as how we’re mates. I intended to ask you as soon as soon as you opened the door, but I shit out so made up this stupid story about my garter”

I didn’t reply. I just stood there totally open-mouthed.

“So, will you fuck me. I don’t want any kissing or any romantic shit, I just need to come or I’ll go mad. I haven’t been fucked for a week”

I stood there, nodding dumbly.

With that, she stood up, pulled her knickers down and off, and lay back on the bed, pulling her skirt right up to her waist. I could see that she was already wet through the thick bush of her pubic hair

I undid my jeans and pulled them down. I was completely soft.

“I don’t turn you on, do I?”

“It’s not that, Gayle …. I’m just a bit … well … shell-shocked, really”

With that, she sat up, said “Oh, come here” and took my cock and put it in her mouth. She worked me expertly, running her tongue around my shaft and over the head, and I grew hard very quickly.

She lay back down again and lifted her legs, supporting them just behind the knees with her hand

“Condom?” I asked

“I’m on the pill. Please put that inside me”

I put my hands either side of her thighs and slid into her.  She squealed at first, then started to make ever louder noises as we fucked.  She got so loud that I had to tell her to be quiet, because there were people in the rooms either side of me.  She didn’t get any quieter. Laughing, I put my hand over her mouth and that seemed to turn her on even more.  She got her mouth free and said “Grab my throat”

I did, and she started to buck and wail and sucked my cock ever deeper into her. Suddenly, her whole body started shuddering and she let out a single scream.  I could feel her throat getting hot under my hand and a flush spread right up her face. 

She stopped shuddering and dropped her legs back onto the bed, before pushing me off.

“Thank you” she said

She then looked at my cock and asked “Did you come?”

“No”

“Sorry about that”, she said as she picked her knickers up and put them back on.

And with that, she was almost gone. On her way out the door, she kissed me on the cheek and said “That was nice. Meet you downstairs in an hour”

An hour later, I walked downstairs where she was waiting for me with Lynda and a couple of others. Other than a smile, a normal smile, there was nothing to indicate what we had been doing just sixty minutes before

Now it was me who was frustrated.  Towards the end of the night, we were in a club and I dragged her onto the dancefloor for the “smoochies”.

“I didn’t come”

“I know” she said

“I want to come. Inside you.” I said

“Not a good idea, Bob!”

“Think of it as a favour for a friend”

She laughed

She did come back to my room that night. As soon as we got inside, she stripped naked and I noticed she’d trimmed her pubes since our last meeting. I also noticed that she had wonderful, full breasts.  She lay on the bed. I lay next to her. Propped on one arm, I looked down on her.

“No soppy stuff, Bob”

“Fuck off, Gayle” and I kissed her

She responded. And we made love. Not fucking. Proper love-making. Twice. And we fell asleep in each others arms

The next morning, she was gone when I woke up. We were in different lectures that morning, but met up at lunch as she was driving. 

She said very little for the first hour of our journey home, but in the end I said “Last night was great. Both occasions”

She smiled, at last “I enjoyed it too, but it will complicate the fuck out of our lives if we do it again”

I looked at her “Mates forever, lovers for one night”

And that was true. We never repeated that night and have never spoken about it but have shared the odd wry smile on occasions when others talk of sex and experiences.  I am godfather to her eldest daughter and she is godmother to our second. We will be mates forever!

Sauna Bar

I was in London, near Covent Garden, in fact, for quite an important business meeting that evening. I arrived at my hotel in good time, intending to do some preparatory work to make sure I had all the facts I needed at my fingertips.  I unpacked my suitcase once in my room and …. A disaster!

I had failed to do my washbag up properly and the lid had come off the toothpaste and a large blob of it was on the lapel of my suit jacket.  I carried out a precision operation with tissues to try and remove it but there was still a huge white stain there.

I dashed down to reception. “Where’s the nearest fast dry cleaners?”

Oh, the wonders of our capital city. There was a one-hour cleaner not 300 yards away. I decided to get the whole suit done and bagged it up. 

“It’ll should be ready in an hour, sir, but can you give us 90 minutes to be on the safe side?”

I could, as it happened, and started to walk back to the hotel. Realising that I was in a part of London I was not over-familiar with, I decided to detour to have a look around.  It was then that I spotted a frosted glass door bearing the legend “Sauna Bar”

I had 90 minutes to kill. I could think of nothing better than a sauna and a beer. I pushed the door open and walked down the steps to the reception area.  It cost me £14 to get in, and I was handed a towel and shown where the changing rooms are. It was obvious at that point that the miniscule towel – a hand towel, in fact – was not going to hide too much of my modesty.

I undressed and wrapped the towel around me as best as I could. I walked through the door into the bar area, and immediately got a flavour of the establishment I had entered. Two young men were laid naked on a double lounger. One was kissing the other while his companion was stroking his thick, erect cock.

They took no notice of me as I wandered through the bar and out into an open area. The first thing that struck me was the massive Jacuzzi (I learned later, the largest in Europe). The second thing was the large number of naked men wandering around. Chubby men, bald men, muscular men, old men and young men.

The penises on display was mind-boggling … thick one, thin ones, long and short ones, some cut, some uncut. Many of the men had shaved their pubic hair off. There seemed little point clutching onto my towel so let it drop to the floor by the Jacuzzi and stepped in.

The Jacuzzi had submerged seats around the edge, so I positioned myself opposite a man of about 60. At the end of the pool, a guy was holding onto the edge and letting his body float whilst his companion sucked him off.  I’d been in the pool no more than 15 seconds when I felt the man opposite’s feet sliding up my legs. He soon had both of them around my cock and was masturbating me under water.  I smiled.

After about five minutes of this extremely pleasurable massaging, he asked me if I wanted to go to the steam room. I followed him out and through another glass door so thick with steam one could hardly see anyone in there. I did notice, however, that the floor was littered with discarded condom wrappers and used rubbers.

We sat next to each other and watched a rather acrobatic display opposite us. It is best described thus:

Mr A was sucking off Mr B. Mr B was sucking off Mr C who, in turn, was licking out the asshole of Mr A.

I started to play with myself and thought I should return the favour to the man next to me, so reached over and took his rather small cock in my hand and started to masturbate him.  He was soon hard and I got up, knelt down between his legs, and started to give him fellatio.  He came in my mouth in about 20 seconds, and then he got up and promptly left the room. I was still on my knees at this time and was about to get up when I felt a hand cup my balls and a finger move up towards my ass. Soon it was knuckle deep inside me. I straightened my legs so that I was now bent over the seat and felt the tip of a cock push against my anus.  I wasn’t fully relaxed so told the Chinese lad, aged about 20, to use some lube – tubes of which I’d seen in the room. A few seconds later, his thin but long cock was inside me and pumping away.

I became aware of another man stood to my side so, turning my head, I took his cock in my mouth. Soon, another young lad had his cock inside this bloke’s ass. 

The Chinese lad came inside me and pulled out, leaving half the condom sticking out my bum. I reached round and pulled it out.

I then decided to try the sauna but it was actually far too hot to get up to any capers.

Around the corner was a large TV screen showing hardcore gay porn.  Watching pornography of any kind has never been my particular thing so I walked on and found an area with several cubicles, all with padded benches in them. One door was open, and I saw a male of about 40 lying on his back.  “Want company?” I asked. He looked me up and down

“Why not”, he replied

I stood over him and let my hand drift down from his chest to his flaccid cock, which soon came to life as I played with it. He pulled me closer to him and took my cock in his mouth. By now, I was desperate to come myself. He gave good head and I could feel myself coming to a climax. I then climbed onto the bench with my head at his crotch so that I could suck him off at the same time. He came first, with me close behind. I remember that his spunk tasted a bit like strawberry as I swallowed it.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself. This was taking casual gay sex to heights I’d never experienced before. I’d hardly spoken since I entered the place and had been wanked, fucked and sucked by three different men.

Now spent, I went to the shower area where there were numerous men fucking and sucking under the jets of water. I was content to watch but found myself getting hard again. I saw the same Chinese boy fucking another young lad and decided to repay his earlier favour. I had no condom but … what the hell …. I put some soap on my cock and went up and into him from behind whilst he was still fucking the other guy. We soon had a rhythm going and I shot my load up his ass.

After he had finished, he turned to me and said “did you use a condom?”

“Yes”, I lied, pointing to a discarded one on the shower floor.

“OK. Nice” he said. 

Since that visit, I’ve tried to squeeze in an hour in the sauna bar every time I go to London. I’ve now been about 20 times and lost count of the men I’ve had, and who’ve had me, since that first time.  What I’m looking for now is a similar, but mixed sex establishment!!!

... Like Mother

Now, for all the fun I had with Alex (see previous chapter) we became and remain very good friends. However, what I have never told her about is an adventure that occurred whilst we were working together.

Towards the end of our secondment, Alex needed to go back to London to resolve a problem at the firm where she usually worked.  I had my evening worked out – a couple of drinks at a nearby pub, followed by a meal at a nice Indian restaurant I’d found (there are only so many hotel meals you can eat) and then an early night with a good book for company.

I was just packing up about 5-ish when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in”, I said, expecting it to be Emma, our typist

The door opened and there stood Steph, Alex’s mum.  She was holding a couple of bags and I guessed she’d been out shopping.

“Hi, Steph! She’s not here. She’s gone back to London for the night, remember?”

“Actually, I came to see you, Bob. I’ve shopped until I dropped and fancied a nice cold glass of wine before going home, and wondered if you’d like to join me?”

“That’s an excellent idea”, I replied, “let me just finish up here. Have a seat”

As we left the building, I asked where we should go. She suggested my hotel bar – it was very nice – so we headed there. She asked for pinot grigio, and I also fancied a glass, so I bought a bottle.

“Bob Walker! Are you trying to get me drunk? I’ve got to drive home”

I laughed and said she’d be OK to drive on a couple of glasses. We found a leather sofa to sit on and sat down. The middle immediately sagged and moved us close together. “Do you want to find another seat?” I asked. “I’m fine” she said “This is cosy”

And indeed it was. Steph is a fine looking woman in her mid-50s. Tall, elegant and she had kept herself in very good shape. Her skirt rode up to just above her knees, showing a little thigh which I found extremely sexy.

We actually polished off the bottle of wine in about 30 minutes and Steph said she felt a bit tipsy. I asked her if she wanted a coffee or a soft drink, but she said she’d go and get the drinks. She returned with another bottle of wine, saying she’d get a taxi home.

I asked her what time Reg, her husband, was expecting her.

“Well …. Actually …. I told him I probably wouldn’t be home much before ten as I was meeting a friend in town and going for a drink.”

“Oh”, I said, “Where are you meeting your friend?”

“Oh … this hotel. I’m with him now”

“You told Reg you were meeting me for a drink?” I asked, incredulously. I liked Reg a lot, and did not want him to feel put out that his wife was out drinking with me whilst he was stuck at home.

“Of course not, silly”, she said “I told him I was meeting a couple of girls from the office where I used to work”

I stared at her and then laughed. “That was rather naughty, Steph. Are you in a naughty mood?” I said this fully intending its possible double meaning, to see if Steph picked up on it.

“Very much so”, she said, and placed her hand on mine.

“Oh my goodness”, I said with an air of mock naivety  “If I’d had a clue, I’d have bought champagne to celebrate”. It was her turn to laugh

“Shall we take the wine up to my room to carry on this conversation?”

“I think we should” She replied.

As I opened my bedroom door, I hoped to God that the chambermaids had made my bed. The night before I had bedded Steph’s daughter, as I had done on many nights previously, and Alex was a “gusher” – she released a stream of liquid from her pussy when she orgasmed. Fortunately, they had!

“This is an unexpected, and extremely pleasant, surprise” I said to Steph, taking her glass of wine and placing it on the desk in the room. I then took her hand and pulled her to me. We stood face to face for a second or two and then kissed. Gently at first but, as I slid my hand around her waist and cupped her ass, more passionately … in fact, almost aggressively.

I couldn’t resist … the deliciousness of the situation was too great an opportunity.  I stepped back.

“Undress for me”, I said, as I made myself comfortable on the edge of the bed.

She was wearing a dark green jacket over a light green blouse, and black jeans.  I assumed she was going to take off the jacket first, but instead she unbuttoned her jeans, kicked off her shoes, and wriggled out of them. She was wearing pale green panties with just a hint of a bulge over the top where they pressed into her. She then slid down her panties to reveal a beautiful pussy with a thin “landing strip” of public hair.

She reached down and started to play with her cunt, rubbing away at her clit that soon became quite prominent. My cock was fully hard at this point, to the extent that remaining seated was becoming uncomfortable. She stepped towards me and reached her hand out for me to lick the smell of her minge from her fingers.

She then pushed me back so that I was half-on, half-off the bed and undid my trousers. She pulled them off with a practised movement and then took of my shorts also.  She placed a knee either side of my and lowered herself onto my cock

As she moved up and down on me, slowly at first, I unbuttoned her blouse. She shook it off along with her jacket, She then reached behind her and unfastened her bra.

“Not my finest features” She remarked, as she arched her back to push them out.

“Au contraire”, I responded, cupping each in my hands. They were a nice size, drooping a little because of her age, but nothing to be ashamed of.

“You should see my daughter’s boswams”, she said “They are huge. Gets them from her Dad’s grandmother”. I stifled a chuckle to myself. If only Steph knew that I’d been sucking on her daughter’s “boswams” almost exactly 24 hours previously.

Steph undid my shirt and, once I’d wriggled out of it, I twisted my body to put her on her back. Lifting myself up, I stroked into her gently at first and then more vigorously. She wrapped her legs around my back and we rocked ourselves to orgasm.

I pulled out and moved down her body. I wanted a closer look at her clit. As soon as my tongue touched it, she spasmed and came again. And then I noticed. She was a “gusher” too!

Afterward, we lay together. “Alex must never know”, Steph implored.

“Have no fear, Steph. I’m not going to be telling her”

She then said something that shook me to the core.

“I’ve been married 30 years, and this is the first time I’ve been unfaithful to Reg. It’s your fault. You were way too charming when you visited us”

I asked if she was going to be embarrassed when I went for dinner the following week.

“Oh no! I shall be walking round with a big smile and possibly a moist pussy”

I laughed

The following week’s dinner, and the couple we had afterwards at Steph’s home, went without incident.

After the job had finished, we never met again, although they send cards to me at Christmas. Alex has told me that they both ask after me, however, and said “I think you were a bit of a hit with my Mum”

Like Daughter ....

As my business grew, and I promoted several of my once-employees to full partnership, I was able to spend less time on the day-to-day running of the firm. This, in turn, allowed me to take some lucrative commissions from large, multi-national companies who would hire me for auditing and quasi-investigative functions.

One such contract required me to work in a very picturesque town in Wales. The arrangement was that I would work there Tuesday afternoons to Friday lunchtimes for three months minimum. A couple of weeks before I was due to start, I received my usual briefing pack and saw I would be working with someone called Alex Ward. 

Obviously my age, but I gave no thought to the fact that Alex might not be a man. Foolish of me.  Indeed, our profession had gone from being a men’s “closed shop” in the 50s and 60s to being almost 50-50 men and women today

One my first day, I was shown to my office and started to unpack my working tools – a laptop, a calculator and my iPod docking station and speakers.  A knock on the door ... I said “come in” .... the person walked towards me with hand extended and said “I’m Alex Ward!”

She was about 26-27,  5’9” tall with a mane of blonde, frizzy, hair that framed an extremely attractive face. She was very slim and was wearing a smart business suit and heels high but not over-high.  Later, when she removed her jacket, I would also notice that her bosom was larger than one might expect.

We hit it off straight away and I soon realised I was working with a rising star in our profession. A First from Oxbridge, fast-tracked through professional exams, she was doing a job most people don’t rise to until their mid-30s. I was also rather flattered that she knew of me and that she had always wanted to meet me.  Indeed that was an ancillary reason for taking the job

The other reason, it transpired, was that we were working in her home town. She lived with a boyfriend in central London but her parents still lived here and she was staying with them during the week.

We hit it off straight away, both personally and professionally and were soon making headway with our case. Alex was clearly an exceptionally bright girl and our talents complemented one another.

Three weeks in, Alex told me her parents had invited me for a meal that evening. I already knew they were about the same age as me. Having tried my hotel’s excellent, but limited, menu in its entirety I jumped at the chance of a home-cooked meal.

An excellent night ensued. Her parents, Steph and Reg, were lovely people and clearly immensely proud of their daughter. Alex clearly got her looks from her Mum, and Reg shared my passion for music. My mid-week meal at their house became a regular, weekly, event

Two weeks later, Alex and I became lovers. We’d gone to visit a factory some 90 miles away and were staying in a hotel. Dinner was followed by perhaps one drink too many. I walked her to her room and she went to give me a peck on the cheek after telling me how much she was enjoying working with me. That peck became a kiss on the lips and then a full-on, passionate, tongues-and-all, snog

Alex found her room key and pulled me inside once she’d opened the door. We continued kissing as she started to undo the belt on my suit.  I pulled away and her face looked as if she thought I wasn’t interested and she’d overstepped the mark. I reassured her ...

“Undress for me”, I said, as I made myself comfortable in the armchair. Alex slowly removed her jacket, and then unbuttoned her blouse. Only then did the true magnificence of her body start to reveal itself to me. As she undid her bra, her bounteous tits were freed to allow their full glory to be viewed. They seemed far too big for her very slim body yet were not incongruous.

She undid her skirt and let it slide to the floor and stood there in a thong, hold-up stockings and high heels.

“Your turn” she said

I stood and removed my jacket, tie, and shirt, followed by socks and shoes, followed by trousers [Note to my readers: all gentlemen should undress in this order]

She stepped towards me and I could not help but reach out and and stroke, and then weigh in my hands, her fabulous tits.

“They’re too big” she said

“They’re perfect” I replied, bending down to flick my tongue over her nipples

She pulled me over to the bed and pulled down my shorts. We wasted little time on foreplay, that evening and I pulled her thong to one side and slid into her very wet pussy. The experience was so pleasurable that I had to work really hard not to come inside her immediately. I started to rub her clit in time with my strokes and soon she, too, was nearing orgasm

When she did come, I immediately felt warm liquid on her and my thighs. My initial though was that she had wet herself, but no .... she was a “gusher”

Over the next few weeks, my favourite drink of the night was her warm, sweet, pussy juices. It was like nectar. I would lay on the bed and she would straddle my face and hold onto the headboard. I would then tongue her cunt and clit and, when she came, a jet of pure loveliness would fill my mouth.

I wouldn’t swallow it all, however. I would wait until she was laid back next to me and we would kiss, and I would let her own juices dribble into her mouth.

Not wishing to arouse her parents’ suspicions, we would always go back to my room after work and spend an hour or two fucking, sucking and licking before she went home.  This was every night except the nights we went to her’s for dinner.  However, we’d become so insatiable of each other than once or twice I would bend her over my desk, lift her skirt, pull down her panties, and enter her from behind

When the job was finished, we parted with great sadness as we had become extremely fond of one another.  We have met up several times since, at conferences and often when I am in London, and we always celebrate with a drink of the best “champagne” there is and a fabulous fuck.  I fully expect we’ll be lovers and, more importantly, great friends, forever

However .... there is one thing I’ve kept secret from her .....

Small Town Adventures: The Captain's Table

Another visit to my client, but I had to leave very early the next morning for an appointment. I decided, therefore, that I would have a quiet drink in the hotel bar rather than visit my usual nightclub haunt. There were very few people in the bar – one or two couples and a lone man sat at the bar, nursing a drink.

I took the only other bar stool available and sat near him whilst ordering a drink. He was man in his early 50s by my reckoning, broad-shouldered and obviously physically fit.  We soon fell into conversation. His name was Alan and I learned that he was in town visiting an elderly relative resident in a nursing home. He was a semi-retired sea captain who, after a long career at sea, now freelanced for various companies, filling in as ship’s captain to cover holidays, illnesses, etc.  I learned that he was a single man and, much to my surprise, was 15 years older than he looked.

A couple of drinks later, I asked the old clichéd question “So, a girl in every port?”

He chuckled. “For me, a boy in every port. I hope that does not shock you”

The drink got the better of me. “Not at all. I have been known to have the occasional male lover”. It was an extremely forward thing for me to say – most unlike me, in fact – but it was out there.  He responded by reaching across the short space between us and giving my knee a squeeze.

It got near midnight, and I downed my drink and said I had to leave for an early start. Alan then asked “Fancy coming up to my room for a nightcap?”  I knew what he was thinking and my thoughts were on the same wavelength. “Why not?” I replied

We went up to his room on the next floor and he opened his door. He walked into the room and held the door for me. As soon as I was in, he shut the door, pushed me up against it, and started to kiss me hard. It took me by surprise but I responded. Soon, his hands were undoing the buttons of my shirt and he moved his mouth down to my neck and then my nipples.

I was finding this a total turn-on. My cock was soon pressing against my shorts and I was quite breathless with his passion towards me. Soon, he was unbuckling my belt, pulling open my jeans, and had my now very erect cock in his hand. I could feel myself getting hotter as he sank to his knees and took me in his mouth. I’ve said it before, and I’ll certainly say it again; men give much better head than women!

He pulled my jeans further down and I slid out of my shoes and kickedmy jeans and shorts free. He stood up and I undressed him hurriedly. He excused himself, went into the bathroom and returned with a tube of what I later learned was a Spanish version of KY jelly. He kissed me again and turned so that my back was now against the desk in his room. 

I sat on the edge and he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders as he stood in front of me. I could feel the tip of his thick cock already pushing against the entrance to my ass. I then felt the cook jelly being worked into my ass with his fingers before he pushed his cock hard into me

I gasped in pain initially but, as he continued to thrust into me, the pain was replaced with the most intense pleasure. I had never been fucked so hard, or so enjoyably, as right then.  I could feel myself coming, and I shot my load so fiercely it actually splashed my face with hot, sticky, spunk.

Alan carried on pumping into me by I could see by his face that he, too, was near orgasm. “Fill me up” I said, and with that he grunted and his jism went deep into my ass. He then fell on top of meand kissed me deep.

We were both sweating profusely, and as he slid out of me I asked if we could take a shower. He went into the bathroom and turned it on. I followed him and we both got in together. It was one of those “over the bath”-types so there was plenty of room. We soaped each other’s bodies, and then cocks, making ourselves hard again.

It was my turn to go down, and I took him greedily into my mouth. I licked, sucked and kissed his magnificent cock and realised that I wanted him inside me again. I stood, turned, and placed both hands on the wall and offered my ass to him. This time, his cock slid in much easier and ten minutes later he was coming in me again as the hot water poured over both of us

We washed again and lay naked on the bed together, kissing, nibbling, fondling until we both nodded off.

I awoke about 4am but Alan was fast asleep. I dressed quietly and slid out the room to my own.  I’ve never seen him again.

Small Town Adventures: Double Trouble

It was one of the very rare occasions that my client decided to carry on the evening with me after the meal. I’d told him I intended to go on to a club afterwards and he said he had not been out clubbing in ages and asked if I minded if he tagged along. There was no way I was saying “No” because he was such an important business client of mine, but was slightly put out that my evening adventures may be curtailed.

In fact, it led to one of my more memorable nights

We entered the club and bought a drink at the bar, where we then stood surveying the scene. Looking out across the dance floor I initially failed to notice the two women stood very close to us at the bar. I did notice when one caught my eye and smiled. I was to learn that they were Annie and Ann, former sister-in-laws. They’d been married to two brothers and, although now both divorced, the two of them had remained friends with each other.

Annie was the taller of the two by some way, with long legs clad in black jeans and high heels. Ann was wearing a dress that was cut quite low at the front. I beckoned for them to join us and bought them each a drink. Soon, we were all chatting and I noticed immediately that Ann seemed quite taken with me.  They were both in their forties, both slim, and both rather attractive

Annie and my client were in conversation so I asked Ann if she wanted to dance. She did, and we headed off to the dance floor. Ten minutes into the dance, we were kissing. A song came on that neither of us was keen on, so we headed back to the bar, this time hand in hand. A few minutes later, Annie asked my client if he wanted a dance but he said he didn’t dance in public. With that, Annie grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the dance floor. We were kissing within about 30 seconds of getting there.

Half an hour later, my client decided he was heading home. He left, and I spent the rest of the evening dancing with Ann, or Annie, but usually both.  The club closed at 2.00am and the ladies said they were going to get a taxi home. I told them where I was staying and indicated that the night porter would be pleased (as he knew he’d get a handsome tip) to bring us more drinks.  They both agreed without hesitation and we were soon in my room, me having ordered champagne to be brought up.

Annie excused herself and went to use my en-suite facilities. As soon as she’d locked the door, Ann was kissing me and pulling me towards the settee in my room. Annie came out of the bathroom, and came straight over to join us. I was taking turns kissing them both when a knock on the door signalled the arrival of the champagne.

I poured three glasses as the women left the settee and went and made themselves comfortable on my bed. I gave them a glass each and started to take mine back over to the settee when Annie moved over and patted the space in the middle indicating I should join them.

I took off my jacket and tie and moved in between them. Ann put her glass down, took mine from me, and started to kiss me. I slid my hand down the front of her dress and inside her bra, squeezing her nipple as we kissed. I then felt Annie undo my fly and, with an obviously practised expertise, soon had my cock in her mouth.  Ann started to undo my shirt and was soon biting one of my nipples.

Annie stopped sucking my cock and moved up the bed to kiss me. Ann took her place. I undid Annie’s jeans and slid my hand inside her panties. She was incredibly wet and I soon had two fingers inside her. Ann climbed off the bed, pulled her dress over her head, undid and removed her bra and then slid her panties off. She then pulled my shoes and socks off, pulled my trousers off and straddled me, guiding my cock into her hairy and surprisingly tight cunt. I was now playing with Annie’s clit with one hand and caressing Ann’s breasts with the other.

Annie now decided to undress and, once naked, got back onto the bed. She was facing the headboard, and then straddled my face so she had her back to Ann. I was in heaven. I had one woman riding my cock and had my tongue deep in the shaved minge of Annie, toying with her clit and sliding one finger deep into her ass.

I could feel that I was not far off coming, and wanted to fuck Annie before I did. I told the girls to change places but Annie wanted me to take her from behind and leant over the bed. I got off and stood behind her. I slid into her and also carried on working her ass.  I then saw that Ann was laid on the bed and was using her tongue on Annie’s nipples. 

I pulled out of Annie and then positioned the tip of my cock at her ass. I few gentle pushes and I was deep inside it. By now, Ann had wriggled across the bed and had her face under my balls and started to suck them. This was way too much for me and I pounded into Annie’s ass, and let my jism pour into her.

I slumped back against the wall, totally spent, but clearly Annie and Ann were up for more. They were soon both lying on the bed, kissing each other and fingering each other’s cunts. Annie came first with Annshortly afterwards.

The three of us lay naked on the bed for half an hour, just gently kissing. Annie then said she had to go and asked me to get the night porter to get them a taxi. Ann, however, said she wanted to stay and we later enjoyed a couple of leisurely fucks until we both fell asleep about 5.30am

Ann and I became quite attached and kept in contact with one another by text and email. She kept me very pleasant company over my next two visits but then met a new bloke and we did not see or contact each other again after that.

I did meet up with Annie about 18 months later and that, too, was a very pleasurable night but nothing compared to my night of “double trouble”

Funeral For A Friend

We met Karen and Will very soon after we moved into a new house and they very soon ranked amongst our best friends. Both were a couple of years older than us; Will ran an electrical wholesaler’s business and Karen worked for him. They’d lived in the area for years and, through them, we got to know and befriend many other people

The news that Will had cancer hit us all very hard and watching his health deteriorate was awful. One day, the dread phone call came. A distraught Karen told us that Will had been rushed into hospital the night before and had died a few hours later.

Karen was completely lost and I took several days off work as we helped her with the funeral arrangements and gathering information to give to their lawyer for the settlement of his estate.  Neither of them had any family to speak of, both having been only children

There was a huge turnout for Will’s funeral and many people went back afterwards to the local hotel where the wake was being held. Karen seemed to perk up a bit after the burial and we saw her smiling, and even laughing, for the first time in ten days.

We’d been back home about an hour when Karen rang my wife to ask if I could pop round to help her with their stereo system which she just could not get to work. I said I would pop round and sort it out for her.

When I arrived, it was clear she’d carried on drinking after the funeral – the evidence being a single wine glass and a bottle of chardonnay almost empty. The problem with the stereo was easily resolved and I was about to take my leave.  Karen looked so very sad and I was a little concerned about leaving her alone. I asked if she wanted to spend the night at our place but she said she’d rather stay in their house.

There were tears in her eyes and I held my arms open, inviting a hug. Karen stepped into me and rested her head on my shoulder and burst into tears. I held her close but was a little lost for words. She stopped crying and looked up at me.

And then she kissed me!

It came totally out of the blue; a full-on, passionate kiss that caused me to forget myself and the circumstances and to respond passionately back. Soon, my hand was travelling down her back and she was pushing herself against me. I became so hard so quick I was taken aback.

Then we both lost our senses. I reached down further and slid my hand under her little black dress and up over her stocking-clad leg. I reach the top of the stocking and caressed the bare flesh between that and her panties. As I reached her ass I squeezed and she arched her back.  I grabbed the hem of her dress the other side and pulled it up. She reached down and undid my trousers and was soon inside my shorts, grabbing my cock.

I pushed her further backwards and lowered her onto the floor. Pulling her panties to one side, I slid my cock inside her and she squealed. We did not make love. We fucked hard, violently, kissing each other, clawing at each other, and within minutes she started to come. I realised I was going to shoot my load and started to pull out of her, but she grabbed me and pulled me into her even harder. The feelings that spread through my body as I came were some of the most intense I’ve ever felt.

Spent, I rolled off her and we lay there on our backs. She turned her face to mine and mouthed the words “Thank you”. As the aftermath wore off, we both became extremely embarrassed. I apologised to her, she apologised to me, and passed me some tissues. Without another word, we cleaned ourselves up and readjusted our clothing. As I sheepishly went to leave, Karen came over and kissed me on the cheek and said “I needed that so badly”.

That was twelve years ago. Karen is remarried now and still one of our best friends. We’ve never talked about that night, never even hinted at it. To this day, it is still one of the most powerful experiences of my life