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An extract from a story about a hotel manager that I met through work
She asked us if we fancied calling in for a drink after we finished work, and though she asked us both, it was clear that the invitation was directed at me. I think the seniority in rank was what she liked. Stuart wasn’t free anyway that evening, but I was as my wife was away.
I had to go home after work and feed the dog, but I arranged to call in about eight o’clock to have a drink with her. It was obvious we weren’t just going to be having a drink, though. She said that would be fine as she’d be finished by then. But when I arrived at eight she was there in chef’s whites. The chef hadn’t turned in and she was stuck in the kitchen. In her flat shoes she was only about five foot four.
She got me a drink, and it reminded me of the joke about what is the perfect woman for an Australian…..A blonde nymphomaniac with a pub! She said she might be able to get off by nine, or half past if they weren’t too busy. But she couldn’t manage to get away, so by ten o’clock she suggested that I go up to her flat and wait for her there, rather than sitting drinking on my own. So that’s what I did. By the time she eventually came up I was beginning to doze off.
She came up in her chef’s whites and checks, face flushed and smelling of cooking. We kissed briefly but she wanted to clean herself up. She’d brought us both another drink so I sat on the sofa waiting for her, but when she came back wrapped in a towel there seemed little point in staying there. We both headed off to the bedroom. She’d towel dried her shoulder length hair, and as we stood at the end of the bed, I pulled her towards me and kissed her again. As we kissed, I loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor. Her skin was pale and her small, firm breasts had tiny pink nipples.
I was stroking her short stocky body when suddenly she said the strangest thing. “So I’m naked and you’re fully clothed, what’s that all about?” I didn’t really see her point. If she wanted to undress me what was she waiting for? But I took the hint and started to take my clothes off. I thought she might have helped me, but she didn’t. She just waited until I was completely naked and then we embraced again. I was feeling at her breasts, but she made no attempt to play with my hardening cock as it pressed against her stomach.
She pulled back the duvet and we got onto the bed, side by side. Only then did she get hold of my cock and start to wank it. I carried on feeling her breasts and tweaking her nipples, but she didn’t seem to respond to me doing that, so I slid my hand slowly down her stomach until I located her neatly trimmed bush. She parted her knees to allow my fingers inside her. I rubbed her hard little clit, parting her lips as I did so, then moved lower to explore her inner depths.
She must have started to get turned on by the flirting that Stuart and I had been doing with her that afternoon, and I’m sure the anticipation of seeing me that evening had kept her on a high, and the feeling of me touching her body, and her touching mine, must have aroused her even more, because although the shower had removed any juices from her outer lips, as my fingers entered her I could feel that the wetness inside had remained. The fluid leaked out of her down her crack. Only then did she begin to moan. I used some of the juices to lubricate her clit, and rubbed that some more, but seemed to be the fingers inside her that excited her more.
I’d been alternating between kissing her, and sucking on the nearest nipple, all the time I’d been doing this, but now I wanted to taste something else. I moved slowly down her body until I was completely between her legs. To my delight I confirmed that she was a natural blonde. Not a dirty colour blonde either. A perfect snow white blonde, neatly trimmed. Her lips were pink and delicious. I licked her clit, and pushed my tongue as far as I could into her wet hole, but she seemed to prefer it when my fingers were in there as I licked, as that’s what made her moan and breathe more heavily. After a while she murmured, “I want to taste you too,” and got on top of me in a 69 position. Her pink crack was deliciously clean after her shower and got equal attention from my tongue as she straddled my face.
We stayed like this for a while longer but soon we both knew that we were ready for the main event. I asked her if she was “baby proof” and she’d confirmed that she was. She laid back down on the pillow and I knelt between her legs. I rubbed my cock end up and down her slit to lubricate it with her juices, then eased myself into her. The lady was c***dless, and was refreshingly tight for a woman her age. She moaned as I stretched her open, and soon I was in her all the way. I started to increase the pace of my thrusts into her.
With some girls, most in my experience, it’s clitoral stimulation that makes them orgasm. With others, it’s the feeling of being stretched, and with others, it’s deep penetration. With this girl, it was the last of these things. Or maybe a combination of the last two. As I hit into her hard and fast, the low moaning sounds that she’d been making had turned into high pitched squeaks as she became orgasmic, and she didn’t just do it for a short time, it went on, and on.
By then of course, I’d had quite a few drinks, so my orgasm wasn’t going to come for a while. So I was able to hammer away at her for quite a while, and she squeaked like a small a****l all the time. I’ve never known a woman, before or since, make that kind of noise. I turned her over for a while, and fucked her hard doggy style, and her orgasms just continued. Finally, I turned her back over, and fucked her hard and fast with her legs pushed back so I could attack her G-spot, and she just kept on cumming until she could see in my face that I was about to join her.
Lying on the pillow, she stared at me as my “orgasm face” arrived, the little squeaks whimpering from her each time I hit into her. She watched intently as my face contorted, willing me to come inside her, though not speaking a word. And as my cock exploded deep inside her, she showed no change of expression at all. She didn’t smile, didn’t frown, didn’t do anything, just stared, deep in concentration, watching my face as I emptied myself into her.
Soon after I’d finished, I withdrew and collapsed on my back on the pillow beside her, exhausted. I’d given her a prolonged orgasm, and fully satisfied myself too. She looked across at me, and said the second strange comment of the evening. “You look very pleased with yourself,” she said, in a very sarcastic tone. “Well yes,” I replied. “What do you expect?”
“You’ve just got a smug look on your face,” she said!
Pleased? Yes. Isn’t everyone after sex? And smug? Why not? I’d done a pretty good performance. She certainly enjoyed it, and so had I. She wasn’t complaining about it at all, but to this day I still haven’t been able to work out what she meant by these comments. I don’t think I’ll ever know!
Anyway, I didn’t stay the night. I left soon afterwards, as soon as I felt sober enough to drive home. It wasn’t the last I saw of her though. I went round to see her one afternoon before I was working nights. She seemed a bit distant on that occasion though, as if there was something on her mind. She seemed more bothered about taking her dogs for a walk than seeing me, and although we did have sex, it wasn’t as memorable as that first time. In fact I can’t remember anything about it at all!
And if you’re wondering why I haven’t mentioned her name, it’s because I can’t remember that either. Which is strange for me.
She asked us if we fancied calling in for a drink after we finished work, and though she asked us both, it was clear that the invitation was directed at me. I think the seniority in rank was what she liked. Stuart wasn’t free anyway that evening, but I was as my wife was away.
I had to go home after work and feed the dog, but I arranged to call in about eight o’clock to have a drink with her. It was obvious we weren’t just going to be having a drink, though. She said that would be fine as she’d be finished by then. But when I arrived at eight she was there in chef’s whites. The chef hadn’t turned in and she was stuck in the kitchen. In her flat shoes she was only about five foot four.
She got me a drink, and it reminded me of the joke about what is the perfect woman for an Australian…..A blonde nymphomaniac with a pub! She said she might be able to get off by nine, or half past if they weren’t too busy. But she couldn’t manage to get away, so by ten o’clock she suggested that I go up to her flat and wait for her there, rather than sitting drinking on my own. So that’s what I did. By the time she eventually came up I was beginning to doze off.
She came up in her chef’s whites and checks, face flushed and smelling of cooking. We kissed briefly but she wanted to clean herself up. She’d brought us both another drink so I sat on the sofa waiting for her, but when she came back wrapped in a towel there seemed little point in staying there. We both headed off to the bedroom. She’d towel dried her shoulder length hair, and as we stood at the end of the bed, I pulled her towards me and kissed her again. As we kissed, I loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor. Her skin was pale and her small, firm breasts had tiny pink nipples.
I was stroking her short stocky body when suddenly she said the strangest thing. “So I’m naked and you’re fully clothed, what’s that all about?” I didn’t really see her point. If she wanted to undress me what was she waiting for? But I took the hint and started to take my clothes off. I thought she might have helped me, but she didn’t. She just waited until I was completely naked and then we embraced again. I was feeling at her breasts, but she made no attempt to play with my hardening cock as it pressed against her stomach.
She pulled back the duvet and we got onto the bed, side by side. Only then did she get hold of my cock and start to wank it. I carried on feeling her breasts and tweaking her nipples, but she didn’t seem to respond to me doing that, so I slid my hand slowly down her stomach until I located her neatly trimmed bush. She parted her knees to allow my fingers inside her. I rubbed her hard little clit, parting her lips as I did so, then moved lower to explore her inner depths.
She must have started to get turned on by the flirting that Stuart and I had been doing with her that afternoon, and I’m sure the anticipation of seeing me that evening had kept her on a high, and the feeling of me touching her body, and her touching mine, must have aroused her even more, because although the shower had removed any juices from her outer lips, as my fingers entered her I could feel that the wetness inside had remained. The fluid leaked out of her down her crack. Only then did she begin to moan. I used some of the juices to lubricate her clit, and rubbed that some more, but seemed to be the fingers inside her that excited her more.
I’d been alternating between kissing her, and sucking on the nearest nipple, all the time I’d been doing this, but now I wanted to taste something else. I moved slowly down her body until I was completely between her legs. To my delight I confirmed that she was a natural blonde. Not a dirty colour blonde either. A perfect snow white blonde, neatly trimmed. Her lips were pink and delicious. I licked her clit, and pushed my tongue as far as I could into her wet hole, but she seemed to prefer it when my fingers were in there as I licked, as that’s what made her moan and breathe more heavily. After a while she murmured, “I want to taste you too,” and got on top of me in a 69 position. Her pink crack was deliciously clean after her shower and got equal attention from my tongue as she straddled my face.
We stayed like this for a while longer but soon we both knew that we were ready for the main event. I asked her if she was “baby proof” and she’d confirmed that she was. She laid back down on the pillow and I knelt between her legs. I rubbed my cock end up and down her slit to lubricate it with her juices, then eased myself into her. The lady was c***dless, and was refreshingly tight for a woman her age. She moaned as I stretched her open, and soon I was in her all the way. I started to increase the pace of my thrusts into her.
With some girls, most in my experience, it’s clitoral stimulation that makes them orgasm. With others, it’s the feeling of being stretched, and with others, it’s deep penetration. With this girl, it was the last of these things. Or maybe a combination of the last two. As I hit into her hard and fast, the low moaning sounds that she’d been making had turned into high pitched squeaks as she became orgasmic, and she didn’t just do it for a short time, it went on, and on.
By then of course, I’d had quite a few drinks, so my orgasm wasn’t going to come for a while. So I was able to hammer away at her for quite a while, and she squeaked like a small a****l all the time. I’ve never known a woman, before or since, make that kind of noise. I turned her over for a while, and fucked her hard doggy style, and her orgasms just continued. Finally, I turned her back over, and fucked her hard and fast with her legs pushed back so I could attack her G-spot, and she just kept on cumming until she could see in my face that I was about to join her.
Lying on the pillow, she stared at me as my “orgasm face” arrived, the little squeaks whimpering from her each time I hit into her. She watched intently as my face contorted, willing me to come inside her, though not speaking a word. And as my cock exploded deep inside her, she showed no change of expression at all. She didn’t smile, didn’t frown, didn’t do anything, just stared, deep in concentration, watching my face as I emptied myself into her.
Soon after I’d finished, I withdrew and collapsed on my back on the pillow beside her, exhausted. I’d given her a prolonged orgasm, and fully satisfied myself too. She looked across at me, and said the second strange comment of the evening. “You look very pleased with yourself,” she said, in a very sarcastic tone. “Well yes,” I replied. “What do you expect?”
“You’ve just got a smug look on your face,” she said!
Pleased? Yes. Isn’t everyone after sex? And smug? Why not? I’d done a pretty good performance. She certainly enjoyed it, and so had I. She wasn’t complaining about it at all, but to this day I still haven’t been able to work out what she meant by these comments. I don’t think I’ll ever know!
Anyway, I didn’t stay the night. I left soon afterwards, as soon as I felt sober enough to drive home. It wasn’t the last I saw of her though. I went round to see her one afternoon before I was working nights. She seemed a bit distant on that occasion though, as if there was something on her mind. She seemed more bothered about taking her dogs for a walk than seeing me, and although we did have sex, it wasn’t as memorable as that first time. In fact I can’t remember anything about it at all!
And if you’re wondering why I haven’t mentioned her name, it’s because I can’t remember that either. Which is strange for me.
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