Linda s Lay on the Thames Part 5
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Introduction
My name as you can tell from the title is Linda, slut, sexual deviant and damn proud of it and I’ve not been without sexual companionship since I lost my virginity. I’ve never had a boy (or girl)friend, just bed partners of both sexes, monogamous relationships filled with romance can wait until I’m at least 30. There’s very little I haven’t tried; threesomes, foursomes, orgies and much more – apart from the obvious taboos of course. For instance I once had separate affairs with both a husband & wife – until they found out and both dumped me, which I was pissed off as I was the one who arranged for them to find out. I was getting bored with them and thought it would be a good way to end it with them if we all had a threesome, but alas. I’m financially independent courtesy of a multi-million pound lottery win by my parents when I was young, so my days (and my pussy) were mine to fill as I so chose. I’m at the time of writing 26, size 10, with dark-brown hair in bangs that come down to just below my earlobes, extra-large, slightly saggy tits and areolas the size of two-pound coins.
The idea for this challenge came from my friend, Suzie. For her birthday I arranged for a spa day for the two of us before we went out for a night on the town with some mutual friends. Suzie and I had been discussing one of my biggest hobbies after sex, hiking. During an interlude in our conversation Suzie looked on in stunned silence (and possible admiration) as I flirted and ultimately propositioned a young female masseuse who was both straight and spoken for. We exchanged contact details (and a few nights later at my place some bodily fluids).
“I just can’t believe you. How do you do it?” Suzie asked when the girl had gone.
“Charm, pure charm. With a healthy dose of confidence thrown in for good measure.” I had replied.
‘And of course, you know she’ll get in touch?” Suzie persisted.
“I do, just like I know that I’ll pull someone when we go out tonight. The only questions are things like will it be a man or a woman, or perhaps even a couple?”
Having thought on it, as we were leaving to head back to our respective homes to get ready for our night out, Suzie laid out her challenge as we waited for a taxi:
“Here’s a chance to combine your two favourite pass-times, hiking and shagging. You mentioned you’ve always wanted to hike the Thames Path, well do so, from say the source to Tower Bridge.”
“Go on.” I said, intrigued.
“Along the way, you are to get as much sex as you can. In fact ideally it’ll be through sex that you get a bed for the night.”
“I take it I’m not to be too blatant about it and go up to people and say ‘let me stay at your place tonight and you can shag me’?”
“Um no. And obviously I’m aware of the potential dangers posed to an attractive woman out on her own, especially if she is ‘putting it about’. So let’s say you limit it to women. Besides, men are too easy.”
Suffice to say, I agreed to the challenge and took three weeks out of my (not so) busy schedule, though two may have sufficed. I timed it so that the weather had the least chance of being bad and I wouldn’t have my period during the trip and then started prepping for it. Getting the right equipment, going for longer and longer strolls to get up my stamina and researching the route, include places to stop. I had to have a back up in case I failed to pull, which west of Oxford was what I expected. What follows are extracts from the diary I kept of my travels. They were written when and where I had the opportunity, which meant some times the day after and I’ve omitted all the entries where I didn’t get any as well as almost all my observations of travelling along the Thames, which I might say was very nice. Beautiful countryside with picturesque scenery, towns and villages.
Day 1 Tuesday
I set off this morning from a field near Kemble in Gloucestershire, where there was a weather beaten marker stone containing illegible writing, that apparently proclaimed it was the start of the Thames River. A few paces away were a collection of rocks from which at certain wet times of the year, water would spring up. After trudging through fields I came to a path and walked beside what looked like a brook at times.
I made my first stop in a small village called Cricklade beside the river and stayed the night at a quaint pub called the Raging Stallion. I’d booked a double room there the previous night. There weren’t many people in the pub and the handful that were just weren’t my type. That was fair enough. I doubted that I’d get much action anyway until I got to large towns and cities like Oxford & beyond. I’d only booked a double room because it’s the only one they had at such short notice. However, everything changed when I went to the bar for my last drink of the evening, a non-alcoholic one due to the walking.
“What can I get you miss?” The barmaid was about 19 or 20. Shorter than me (I’m only 5”3), pear-shaped physique with hair like mine, only slightly longer and coppery. She wore boot-cut jeans and a turtle-neck sweater which hugged her figure and showed off her ample cleavage.
“I’d like a decaf coffee please.” I replied noting her reaction, she couldn’t keep her eyes off me. Immediately prior to my placing my order, the landlord had emerged from behind the bar to declare: “Time ladies & gentlemen please!”
The bar had emptied of customers by now and I was only served because I was a guest and had asked for coffee. Behind me, the landlord and another barman were stacking chairs and stools and clearing away empty glasses and bottles.
“So is that your father?” I asked referring to the landlord.
“Oh no, I just work here. My name’s Dorothy.” She said.
“Mine’s Linda. So do you live near here?” I asked.
“Not too far away, but whenever I work nights here, I always stay in one of the rooms. It’s safer that way.” I had thoughts that would dispute that.
“Well I tell you what. Why don’t you bring the coffee up to my room when you get off? Perhaps we can chat before bed.” I gave an exaggerated yawn midway through my sentence for effect. She nodded and I let her get back to her things.
I retired to my room and hastily got ready for bed, first stripping naked, then after using the toilet in the ensuite bathroom and bathing my feet to prepare them for tomorrow’s exertions, and ultimately cleaned my teeth. I’d just slipped between the sheets of the comfortable double-bed when I heard a tapping at the door.
“Miss?” Dorothy called meekly.
“Come in, it’s unlocked.” I called.
A moment later she entered carrying a small plastic drinks tray with a cup & some sachets of sugar and milk. I waited until she put it down on the bedside table and then I sat up in bed, exposing my double-Ds to her.
“Oohh.” She exclaimed upon seeing the sight.
“Never seen a pair of boobs before?” I enquired as I busied myself with adding milk and sugar to the coffee, stirring it in and taking an exploratory sip. It tasted nice.
“Not like those.” Dorothy replied.
“Not even in the mirror?” I asked referring to the ample swelling of her chest. Her round cheeks reddened which I found sweet and adorable. I drank more of the coffee and shifting over to the edge of the bed I patted the empty space. With some trepidation she crawled up and sat on the bed, pulling off her trainers as she did so revealing black sports socks with day-glow green toe-guards.
“This is irregular.” Dorothy noted.
“Will you get in any trouble if the landlord knew you were in here?” I asked as I finished the coffee.
“No, I don’t think so.”
At that moment we heard a whoop of delight being exclaimed through the wall, coming from the room next door. There then followed the sound of creaking bedsprings, followed by intermittent bursts of laughter and giggling, which as time wore on gave way increasingly to moans and groans. We both tried to talk but the sounds of what was clearly love-making by the couple in the adjoining room took over and we both fell silent. After almost ten minutes or so the sounds were silenced after reaching an orgasmic crescendo. All the while I’d been watching Dorothy and saw her fidget and absentmindedly rubbed her inner thighs together.
“Did you enjoy listening to that?” I asked, inclining my head in the direction of the wall.
“I did.” She replied breathlessly.
“Do you hear a lot of that when you stay here?” I asked.
“Yeah, mainly the landlord and his wife as I stay in a room next to theirs. They’re at it several times a week. Quite noisily as well, much more than them.” She extended one of her thumbs and gestured towards the door.
“Do you find it a turn on?” She nodded.
“And I play with myself and try to time it so I cum at the same time as them.” She added, head bowed in embarrassment.
I leaned forward and gently held her chin up to me with my hand.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, well unless its your folks or something. And as for ‘Jilling off’…” I pulled the sheet down so that Dorothy could see my moist, engorged pussy and the thumb and forefinger of my other hand entwined around my clit. Dorothy looked at my pussy and was entranced as I’d hoped she would.”
“Would you like to satisfy your excitement from hearing the couple next door?” Dorothy nodded her head. I smiled at her and told her to undress. She hopped off the bed, locked the door and did as she was told. First went the socks, followed by the jeans and jumper. Her body was beautiful and voluptuous and when she removed the matching powder-blue sports bra and panties, her great breast and succulent, bald pussy were revealed in all their respective glories. I noted how the breasts were erect surrounded by the moats that were her areolas, the same size as mine. I also saw how damp she was between her legs. At this point in proceedings there couldn’t have been any doubt in her mind as to what was to happen and she made no protest as without usual preamble of kissing I dived down between her legs to begin sucking and lapping her clit and pussy lips.
She instantly let out a moan and her hips bucked.
“I should have warned you, I’ve got a very sensitive clit.” She admitted. That merely egged me on and I resumed my tonguing with even more vigour. This time her hip movements were less pronounced, but the steady stream of lustful moans and groans continued. Finally the moans & groans were joined by deep breaths and the hip-bucking had resumed. She was close. Her tangy, salty juices dribbling down her chin told me that. And then, she came.
“Yaaahh!” She bellowed before firmly planting her hand over her mouth to stifle further noises. I merely laughed as I licked her clean.
“Here, taste some of yourself on this.” I rose off and brought my mouth down on hers, bringing our tongues into contact and giving the opportunity to taste her own juices.
It was only then that I realised I’d not asked her if she was into girls. This brought about a fit of the giggles from me.
“What’s so funny?” She asked defensively, as if suspecting I was mocking her.
“I just realised I didn’t ask if you’re into girls or not.” I replied.
“That’s all academic now, isn’t it?” She pointed out. This time we both chuckled, ending our mutual mirth with another passionate kiss.
“It’s your turn. Do you know what to do?” I gestured to my own quim, glistening with pre-cum. If Dorothy was a first-timer, she was a quick study. She shimmied down the bed until her head was level with my vulva and began to gently stroke my labia with her the tips of her forefingers. It was my turn for a body-spasm as I felt wave after wave of pleasure ripple through my body. And then she brought her tongue into contact with my clit and its hoods and began swirling it around and around.
“Ahhh, that’s good!” I exclaimed and planted my hands on the back of her head to keep her there as she lapped and swirled away with her tongue. She would occasionally take my clit into her mouth and gave effectively gave me a blow-job.
“That’s it, you’ve got it, don’t stop!” I instructed her through gritted teeth as I moaned and groaned from the pleasure she was giving me. My orgasm certainly didn’t creep up on me. I’d felt it building since the first moment Dorothy had tongued my clit. I gave a whoop of joy as the orgasm hit me and I shuddered on the bed long afterwards as it took time to subside.
“Are you okay?” Dorothy looked worried that she’d hurt me.
“Are you k**ding, that’s the best cum I’ve had from a woman in ages.” I grinned lasciviously back at her. She rejoined me at my end of the bed and we kissed. This time I was able to taste my juices from her. We cuddled for a while before we tried something else.
“I saw once found a USB stick in my brother’s bedroom and found out it had porn on it. In one of the scenes he had, these two women were sucking each others’ fannies at the same time.”
“You mean they were having a ‘69’. Would you like to try it?” She nodded enthusiastically and I inched my way down the bed so that she could turn around and straddle me. She lowered her cunt onto my mouth and then resumed lapping at my clit ‘upside-down’. It was a repeat of her earlier supreme efforts at rug-munching, but enhanced when she’d periodically react to the sensations that I was giving her at the same time as she was with me. We each shared another ‘rip-roaring’ orgasm, mutual this time. We lay panting, with Dorothy crawling forward an itch or two to clear her pussy from my mouth, but otherwise sank on my body, clutching one of my legs with both hands for dear life. After a minute or so we heard something from the next room. Possibly aroused by the noises from our bed, which they must surely have heard, they were going for ‘round two’. Once more the sound of their fucking served as an aphrodisiac.
“There’s something else I saw in my brother’s porn collection I’d like to try.” Without waiting for a response from me she turned around and grabbing both ankles, lifted my legs in the air to form a ‘V’. She then lowered herself carefully down so that her clit and mine came into direct contact. It took a couple of tries but she got there eventually. She then started gyrating her hips, rubbing her clit against mine in the process. I love tribbing and dry-humping (not that our pussies were even remotely dry by this point) and we soon developed a rhythm in sync with the couple next door. Our beds squeaking and bumping in unison. Within moments of each other, a man and three women all noisily and satisfyingly climaxed.
As we lay there relaxing I was tempted to bang the wall and shout “well done”, but didn’t. We settled down then. We’d each come thrice and I had my first feather entry in my ‘ledger’ for the trip. Dorothy fell asleep in my arms. When I awoke the next morning it was to see her finish getting dressed and tip-toe out of my room and return to hers. I fell back to sleep and didn’t wake up until 8.30 or so. I got up and made the bed, noting the cum and sweat-stained under sheet. I showered and dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast and settle my bill.
“How was the bed miss?” The landlady asked as she brought me my breakfast. I wondered if it was a double entendre and she knew, or at least suspected what I’d been up to.
“It was very comfy. When I woke up this morning I didn’t want to get up.” After paying the balance of my bill and noting that Dorothy was nowhere to be seen, probably gone home, I left to continue my journey.
My name as you can tell from the title is Linda, slut, sexual deviant and damn proud of it and I’ve not been without sexual companionship since I lost my virginity. I’ve never had a boy (or girl)friend, just bed partners of both sexes, monogamous relationships filled with romance can wait until I’m at least 30. There’s very little I haven’t tried; threesomes, foursomes, orgies and much more – apart from the obvious taboos of course. For instance I once had separate affairs with both a husband & wife – until they found out and both dumped me, which I was pissed off as I was the one who arranged for them to find out. I was getting bored with them and thought it would be a good way to end it with them if we all had a threesome, but alas. I’m financially independent courtesy of a multi-million pound lottery win by my parents when I was young, so my days (and my pussy) were mine to fill as I so chose. I’m at the time of writing 26, size 10, with dark-brown hair in bangs that come down to just below my earlobes, extra-large, slightly saggy tits and areolas the size of two-pound coins.
The idea for this challenge came from my friend, Suzie. For her birthday I arranged for a spa day for the two of us before we went out for a night on the town with some mutual friends. Suzie and I had been discussing one of my biggest hobbies after sex, hiking. During an interlude in our conversation Suzie looked on in stunned silence (and possible admiration) as I flirted and ultimately propositioned a young female masseuse who was both straight and spoken for. We exchanged contact details (and a few nights later at my place some bodily fluids).
“I just can’t believe you. How do you do it?” Suzie asked when the girl had gone.
“Charm, pure charm. With a healthy dose of confidence thrown in for good measure.” I had replied.
‘And of course, you know she’ll get in touch?” Suzie persisted.
“I do, just like I know that I’ll pull someone when we go out tonight. The only questions are things like will it be a man or a woman, or perhaps even a couple?”
Having thought on it, as we were leaving to head back to our respective homes to get ready for our night out, Suzie laid out her challenge as we waited for a taxi:
“Here’s a chance to combine your two favourite pass-times, hiking and shagging. You mentioned you’ve always wanted to hike the Thames Path, well do so, from say the source to Tower Bridge.”
“Go on.” I said, intrigued.
“Along the way, you are to get as much sex as you can. In fact ideally it’ll be through sex that you get a bed for the night.”
“I take it I’m not to be too blatant about it and go up to people and say ‘let me stay at your place tonight and you can shag me’?”
“Um no. And obviously I’m aware of the potential dangers posed to an attractive woman out on her own, especially if she is ‘putting it about’. So let’s say you limit it to women. Besides, men are too easy.”
Suffice to say, I agreed to the challenge and took three weeks out of my (not so) busy schedule, though two may have sufficed. I timed it so that the weather had the least chance of being bad and I wouldn’t have my period during the trip and then started prepping for it. Getting the right equipment, going for longer and longer strolls to get up my stamina and researching the route, include places to stop. I had to have a back up in case I failed to pull, which west of Oxford was what I expected. What follows are extracts from the diary I kept of my travels. They were written when and where I had the opportunity, which meant some times the day after and I’ve omitted all the entries where I didn’t get any as well as almost all my observations of travelling along the Thames, which I might say was very nice. Beautiful countryside with picturesque scenery, towns and villages.
Day 1 Tuesday
I set off this morning from a field near Kemble in Gloucestershire, where there was a weather beaten marker stone containing illegible writing, that apparently proclaimed it was the start of the Thames River. A few paces away were a collection of rocks from which at certain wet times of the year, water would spring up. After trudging through fields I came to a path and walked beside what looked like a brook at times.
I made my first stop in a small village called Cricklade beside the river and stayed the night at a quaint pub called the Raging Stallion. I’d booked a double room there the previous night. There weren’t many people in the pub and the handful that were just weren’t my type. That was fair enough. I doubted that I’d get much action anyway until I got to large towns and cities like Oxford & beyond. I’d only booked a double room because it’s the only one they had at such short notice. However, everything changed when I went to the bar for my last drink of the evening, a non-alcoholic one due to the walking.
“What can I get you miss?” The barmaid was about 19 or 20. Shorter than me (I’m only 5”3), pear-shaped physique with hair like mine, only slightly longer and coppery. She wore boot-cut jeans and a turtle-neck sweater which hugged her figure and showed off her ample cleavage.
“I’d like a decaf coffee please.” I replied noting her reaction, she couldn’t keep her eyes off me. Immediately prior to my placing my order, the landlord had emerged from behind the bar to declare: “Time ladies & gentlemen please!”
The bar had emptied of customers by now and I was only served because I was a guest and had asked for coffee. Behind me, the landlord and another barman were stacking chairs and stools and clearing away empty glasses and bottles.
“So is that your father?” I asked referring to the landlord.
“Oh no, I just work here. My name’s Dorothy.” She said.
“Mine’s Linda. So do you live near here?” I asked.
“Not too far away, but whenever I work nights here, I always stay in one of the rooms. It’s safer that way.” I had thoughts that would dispute that.
“Well I tell you what. Why don’t you bring the coffee up to my room when you get off? Perhaps we can chat before bed.” I gave an exaggerated yawn midway through my sentence for effect. She nodded and I let her get back to her things.
I retired to my room and hastily got ready for bed, first stripping naked, then after using the toilet in the ensuite bathroom and bathing my feet to prepare them for tomorrow’s exertions, and ultimately cleaned my teeth. I’d just slipped between the sheets of the comfortable double-bed when I heard a tapping at the door.
“Miss?” Dorothy called meekly.
“Come in, it’s unlocked.” I called.
A moment later she entered carrying a small plastic drinks tray with a cup & some sachets of sugar and milk. I waited until she put it down on the bedside table and then I sat up in bed, exposing my double-Ds to her.
“Oohh.” She exclaimed upon seeing the sight.
“Never seen a pair of boobs before?” I enquired as I busied myself with adding milk and sugar to the coffee, stirring it in and taking an exploratory sip. It tasted nice.
“Not like those.” Dorothy replied.
“Not even in the mirror?” I asked referring to the ample swelling of her chest. Her round cheeks reddened which I found sweet and adorable. I drank more of the coffee and shifting over to the edge of the bed I patted the empty space. With some trepidation she crawled up and sat on the bed, pulling off her trainers as she did so revealing black sports socks with day-glow green toe-guards.
“This is irregular.” Dorothy noted.
“Will you get in any trouble if the landlord knew you were in here?” I asked as I finished the coffee.
“No, I don’t think so.”
At that moment we heard a whoop of delight being exclaimed through the wall, coming from the room next door. There then followed the sound of creaking bedsprings, followed by intermittent bursts of laughter and giggling, which as time wore on gave way increasingly to moans and groans. We both tried to talk but the sounds of what was clearly love-making by the couple in the adjoining room took over and we both fell silent. After almost ten minutes or so the sounds were silenced after reaching an orgasmic crescendo. All the while I’d been watching Dorothy and saw her fidget and absentmindedly rubbed her inner thighs together.
“Did you enjoy listening to that?” I asked, inclining my head in the direction of the wall.
“I did.” She replied breathlessly.
“Do you hear a lot of that when you stay here?” I asked.
“Yeah, mainly the landlord and his wife as I stay in a room next to theirs. They’re at it several times a week. Quite noisily as well, much more than them.” She extended one of her thumbs and gestured towards the door.
“Do you find it a turn on?” She nodded.
“And I play with myself and try to time it so I cum at the same time as them.” She added, head bowed in embarrassment.
I leaned forward and gently held her chin up to me with my hand.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, well unless its your folks or something. And as for ‘Jilling off’…” I pulled the sheet down so that Dorothy could see my moist, engorged pussy and the thumb and forefinger of my other hand entwined around my clit. Dorothy looked at my pussy and was entranced as I’d hoped she would.”
“Would you like to satisfy your excitement from hearing the couple next door?” Dorothy nodded her head. I smiled at her and told her to undress. She hopped off the bed, locked the door and did as she was told. First went the socks, followed by the jeans and jumper. Her body was beautiful and voluptuous and when she removed the matching powder-blue sports bra and panties, her great breast and succulent, bald pussy were revealed in all their respective glories. I noted how the breasts were erect surrounded by the moats that were her areolas, the same size as mine. I also saw how damp she was between her legs. At this point in proceedings there couldn’t have been any doubt in her mind as to what was to happen and she made no protest as without usual preamble of kissing I dived down between her legs to begin sucking and lapping her clit and pussy lips.
She instantly let out a moan and her hips bucked.
“I should have warned you, I’ve got a very sensitive clit.” She admitted. That merely egged me on and I resumed my tonguing with even more vigour. This time her hip movements were less pronounced, but the steady stream of lustful moans and groans continued. Finally the moans & groans were joined by deep breaths and the hip-bucking had resumed. She was close. Her tangy, salty juices dribbling down her chin told me that. And then, she came.
“Yaaahh!” She bellowed before firmly planting her hand over her mouth to stifle further noises. I merely laughed as I licked her clean.
“Here, taste some of yourself on this.” I rose off and brought my mouth down on hers, bringing our tongues into contact and giving the opportunity to taste her own juices.
It was only then that I realised I’d not asked her if she was into girls. This brought about a fit of the giggles from me.
“What’s so funny?” She asked defensively, as if suspecting I was mocking her.
“I just realised I didn’t ask if you’re into girls or not.” I replied.
“That’s all academic now, isn’t it?” She pointed out. This time we both chuckled, ending our mutual mirth with another passionate kiss.
“It’s your turn. Do you know what to do?” I gestured to my own quim, glistening with pre-cum. If Dorothy was a first-timer, she was a quick study. She shimmied down the bed until her head was level with my vulva and began to gently stroke my labia with her the tips of her forefingers. It was my turn for a body-spasm as I felt wave after wave of pleasure ripple through my body. And then she brought her tongue into contact with my clit and its hoods and began swirling it around and around.
“Ahhh, that’s good!” I exclaimed and planted my hands on the back of her head to keep her there as she lapped and swirled away with her tongue. She would occasionally take my clit into her mouth and gave effectively gave me a blow-job.
“That’s it, you’ve got it, don’t stop!” I instructed her through gritted teeth as I moaned and groaned from the pleasure she was giving me. My orgasm certainly didn’t creep up on me. I’d felt it building since the first moment Dorothy had tongued my clit. I gave a whoop of joy as the orgasm hit me and I shuddered on the bed long afterwards as it took time to subside.
“Are you okay?” Dorothy looked worried that she’d hurt me.
“Are you k**ding, that’s the best cum I’ve had from a woman in ages.” I grinned lasciviously back at her. She rejoined me at my end of the bed and we kissed. This time I was able to taste my juices from her. We cuddled for a while before we tried something else.
“I saw once found a USB stick in my brother’s bedroom and found out it had porn on it. In one of the scenes he had, these two women were sucking each others’ fannies at the same time.”
“You mean they were having a ‘69’. Would you like to try it?” She nodded enthusiastically and I inched my way down the bed so that she could turn around and straddle me. She lowered her cunt onto my mouth and then resumed lapping at my clit ‘upside-down’. It was a repeat of her earlier supreme efforts at rug-munching, but enhanced when she’d periodically react to the sensations that I was giving her at the same time as she was with me. We each shared another ‘rip-roaring’ orgasm, mutual this time. We lay panting, with Dorothy crawling forward an itch or two to clear her pussy from my mouth, but otherwise sank on my body, clutching one of my legs with both hands for dear life. After a minute or so we heard something from the next room. Possibly aroused by the noises from our bed, which they must surely have heard, they were going for ‘round two’. Once more the sound of their fucking served as an aphrodisiac.
“There’s something else I saw in my brother’s porn collection I’d like to try.” Without waiting for a response from me she turned around and grabbing both ankles, lifted my legs in the air to form a ‘V’. She then lowered herself carefully down so that her clit and mine came into direct contact. It took a couple of tries but she got there eventually. She then started gyrating her hips, rubbing her clit against mine in the process. I love tribbing and dry-humping (not that our pussies were even remotely dry by this point) and we soon developed a rhythm in sync with the couple next door. Our beds squeaking and bumping in unison. Within moments of each other, a man and three women all noisily and satisfyingly climaxed.
As we lay there relaxing I was tempted to bang the wall and shout “well done”, but didn’t. We settled down then. We’d each come thrice and I had my first feather entry in my ‘ledger’ for the trip. Dorothy fell asleep in my arms. When I awoke the next morning it was to see her finish getting dressed and tip-toe out of my room and return to hers. I fell back to sleep and didn’t wake up until 8.30 or so. I got up and made the bed, noting the cum and sweat-stained under sheet. I showered and dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast and settle my bill.
“How was the bed miss?” The landlady asked as she brought me my breakfast. I wondered if it was a double entendre and she knew, or at least suspected what I’d been up to.
“It was very comfy. When I woke up this morning I didn’t want to get up.” After paying the balance of my bill and noting that Dorothy was nowhere to be seen, probably gone home, I left to continue my journey.
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