Breaking My Journey Home

Pulling into the hotel car park, just after 4:00pm, I parked my car, took my overnight bag and went to reception to check in. It was a good quality hotel, set in its own gardens a little way off the motorway. Because I was only staying the one night on my way back home from a training course, I'd asked Sally, my dad's secretary, to book a premier double room, rather than a suite.

Getting to my room, I relaxed in the armchair, tired after a long morning, and followed by the drive down towards home. I had been attending a three-day seminar on the management of health and safety regulations, at a hotel in Cumbernauld. It had been incredibly boring, and the other attendees, were mostly middle-aged men, none of whom interested me. I had chosen to drive, rather than fly for a change.

Later in the early evening I went down to the restaurant and had a light evening meal, before drifting into the bar, and choosing a quiet table where I could enjoy a drink in peace and quiet. Ordering a brandy and babycham, I sat calmly in the corner and took stock of the other guests.

Midweek, there were few people on the bar, nobody that interested me in particular. Two very pretty Far Eastern girls sitting at the bar kept looking over at me, but at the time, I thought I wasn't really in the mood for that. Noticing that they kept whispering and giggling together, I filed the idea away, just in case nothing else came along. They were sisters, on a tour of the country, and were enjoying the last few days of their trip. Overhearing their conversation, which they clearly intended me to, I heard them say that they were on holiday from Singapore taking a break on their way up to Edinburgh.

There were a few elderly couples taking short breaks, and a youngish couple with two children, clearly doing as I was, breaking their journey and taking a night to rest. She was a rather good-looking woman, fresh face, long curly dark hair. She had a very shapely figured, ripe and juicy, she had that animal appeal that people find almost irresistible. The two children, both girls, were delightful, well behaved, and quiet. The husband however was a rather plain looking man, also with dark hair, tallish, with a slightly pudgy physique. He glanced over at me once or twice, but I wasn't bothered, most men tend to look at girls, even if they are with their wives.

The two oriental sisters, began to gather their things together, and were preparing to retire to their room. Both looking over at me, smiling, and making sure I could see their legs as they turned on the bar stools before standing. The taller of the two, the more attractive one made a kissing gesture with her lips, flicking her tongue out, and half closing her eyes, in what was actually a rather accomplished come on. I'm not overly keen on crossing racial boundaries, but I have to say, I was quite taken with them, and I admit I do have a weakness for asiatic girls. As they passed my table on their way out, the younger girl paused in the doorway and pointedly asked the other.

"What's our room number again Kathy?"

"327, you gave it to the barman when you signed off our bill Dolores."

Nodding to me as they left, I gave them a lukewarm smile, encouraging rather than rejecting them. I suppose if nothing else came along, a threesome with them might be quite enjoyable. Though in honesty, at that point I wasn't really in the right frame of mind for an encounter with them, delicious though it may have been.

Sitting quietly, watching as the bar slowly emptied, I decided another drink before bedtime would be fine. I went to the bar, and took a seat, ordering a further brandy and babycham. The young couple were collecting their things, and I heard the mother say.

"We'll go up now, the girls need to get to bed, it's still a long journey tomorrow, Jack. Coming.?"

"I'll be up in a moment Dawn, you get them settled while I have another lager.'

"Don't worry, they'll be fast asleep by the time you come up."

She smiled and squeezed his waist, while he leant forwards and gave her a kiss, winking at her as she drew away.

"Come on girls, time for bed."

She took their hands and walked out towards the lifts.

He made towards the bar, looking back quickly to make sure they had left, before standing next to me, and ordering a pint of Stella. Glancing sideways at me, he spoke softly.

"Hello there, on your own?"

"Yes, I'm breaking my journey on my way back down to London. I've been attending a rather dry H&S course in Cumbernauld."

"Oh, we're doing the same, taking a break, I mean, but we're on our way up to Falkirk, to visit relatives. My name's Jack by the way."

"Lucy, how do you do."

We talked for a while, he was far more interesting than he appeared. We finished our drinks, and I ordered a third one, while he ordered a whisky. He talked more quietly, causing me to lean in to hear him. Flirting with me, he made a number of subtle double entendres, which far from putting me off, raised my appetite. I looked at my watch, seeing the time was close to 10:00pm.

"I think it's time we finished and went to our rooms, your wife will be wondering where you've got to."

"She won't mind, it'll give her time to get the girls off to sleep. You're right though, it's time for bed."

He smiled and winked at me, and I licked my lips with the tip of my tongue, our eyes held for a moment. I politely called the girl who was managing the bar and asked for my bill.

"Yes miss, room number?"

"306, please."

She brought the tab, and I signed it off, while he did the same for his.

I picked up my bag, and we walked to the lift together. I pressed the button for the third floor and looked enquiringly at him.

"Second for me, thanks."

I pressed the relative button, and we rode up together, standing close, each enjoying the others presence. He stepped out at his floor, and I continued up to mine.

Arriving at my room, I touched the keycard to the pad, and went in. The room was dimly lit, by the outfall of light from the ensuite. I walked to the window with the intention of pulling the blinds. As I looked out at the wing opposite, I saw most rooms were dark, probably unoccupied. A few had lights on, as guests relaxed behind the privacy of their curtains. Almost opposite on the floor below mine, I saw Jack, with his wife, by their large double bed. He was undressing her, slowly with great care, he stripped her down to nakedness. She had a lovely body, large breasted, with a gorgeous bum, and I admired her from my vantage point. She climbed onto the bed and waited while he undressed and climbed up with her.

He had a substantial erection, and at that distance, his penis looked rather large. She took it in her hand and pulled him towards her. I watched breathless as they kissed and cuddled, stroking each others skin. Knowing that I was invading their privacy. I couldn't tear myself away from the scene unfolding in front of me.

Watching through the window, I saw him mount his wife and proceed to indulge in some seriously erotic sex. Looking down into their suite, the head of the bed under the window, I could see everything, her knees open and his actual entry into her. They writhed together and his hips rotated around as he plunged into her. She lay spreadeagled on her back, completely helpless under his body, watching, he impressed me with both his stamina and endurance. Feeling that hollow ache, that seems to run from my bottom to my pubic bone. I was experiencing a little jealousy as she was obviously enjoying what he was doing to her, whilst I was probably going to have to content myself with a bit of slow finger work. Or perhaps a quick visit to 327 and the two Malaysian girls.

However, I kept watching, unable to break away from the sight of the man, to whom I had recently been talking with in the bar, performing the act of love, with his wife. Taking quite a while, and both being very active, she arching her back and shaking her head from side to side, while he plunged into her with a strong, almost mechanical rhythm.

Reaching their climax, they strained and tensed against each other, before collapsing in a tangle of limbs, and lying still on the bed. I felt my hand creeping down to the hem of my skirt before reaching up and slipping my fingers inside my panties, slowly rotating my middle finger over my clitoral sheath, feeling that warm comforting sensation as I stimulated myself.

After a while, he got off the bed, and pulled his trousers and shirt on, while she snuggled up, pulling the sheets over herself and seemed to fall asleep. He walked out of view, I assumed that he went to use the bathroom. With nothing left to see, I closed the drapes, and undressed, packing my underwear into a 'dirties' bag, before putting on a pair of sleeping knickers. Old, black silk, with ruffles over the seat, and embroidery on the front panel, wonderfully comfortable, and ideal for a cooler night's sleep.

I took a short cotton nightie out of my case, and laid it out on the chair, before deciding not to bother, but to sleep, wearing just the panties. I was startled by the knock at my door, I slipped the hotel bathrobe on over my body. Wearing only my black ruffled silk panties underneath, drawing the front closed, and went to see who it was. Checking through the eyehole, I saw it was Jack, he must have slipped out of his room and found his way up to mine.

Opening the door, I was surprised as he simply stepped inside the entrance of my room, quietly closing the door behind him, locking it, and putting the safety bar over. Hesitantly, I stepped backwards into the main salon, he followed me until we were standing close together at the foot of the bed. Taking the robe at my shoulders, slipping it down until it fell to the floor at my feet. He looked appreciatively at me, standing in front of him, in just my panties. As he moved closer to me, I could smell her on him, rich, musky and very arousing.

He took his shirt off, and unzipped his trousers, revealing that he had nothing on underneath. Released from his clothes, his penis sprang out, stiff, reasonably large but not too big. Certainly not as big as it had appeared to be when I watched through my window. Taking hold of it, I pressed it down, and raised myself on tiptoes, pushing it under my soft gusset. Allowing it to spring up until it was lodged firmly against my silk covered peach. I settled back onto my feet, feeling his glans, pressing against the cheeks of my bottom. He was long enough to for the tip to slightly stick out behind me.

Slowly, and gently I rocked my hips, making small pelvic thrust's, causing him to sigh as the sensation of the soft material of my panties and the firmness of my inner thighs, stimulated his penis. We kissed, and it was everything that I'd had hoped. His lips were firm, his tongue soft and mobile, and his masculine taste was strong and exciting. My heart rate increased, and I desperately wanted him to pierce me, to give me what he'd given his wife as I had watched earlier.

Lifting me bodily, taking me off my feet he carried me, and he laid me back onto the bed, pressing his hands on my waist, before drawing them down to my hips, and with one swift movement, took my knickers off, dropping them onto the bed by my feet. It was so quick, I was a bit surprised and blurted.

"You sod!"

"Come on now Lucy, don't be like that. You knew what was going to happen when we talked downstairs in the bar, and confirmed it when you answered the door and let me in."

I lay there, wet, open and vulnerable, as he knelt between my knees, holding his penis, and gently pulling his foreskin back. From the angle I was looking, at the underside of his shaft, it looked a lot bigger than I knew it was, but anyway, size doesn't bother me much, it's capabilities that I appreciate.

Slowly he settled onto his elbows, holding my body just under my armpits. I looked down over my belly, and saw him lowering his hips towards mine, his penis bobbing in time with his heartbeat. Moving forwards, he touched his tip into me between my labia, I was open, wet and dilated. My vulva prominently plump as it surrounded my engorged vaginal lips. I rolled my hips back, and felt him enter me, with that thrilling sharp stab of mingled pain and pleasure.

Meeting my muscle resistance, he was experienced enough to pause, draw back slightly, before pushing firmly against me. Smoothly penetrating my innermost secret place, feeling like a long rubbery appendage, adding the bit that I was missing, and assuming it's natural place.

Beginning his pelvic thrusts, I was hoping to feel what his wife had felt, but I suppose he'd spent himself on her. Although he was quite good, it didn't match my expectations, and I felt a bit disappointed at his performance. He didn't last long, perhaps 3 or 4 minutes, and he finished, with a brief frenzied jerking movement, ejaculating his semen into me, but in a very small volume. For my part, apart from feeling full and warm, I hadn't even begun to feel anything much more.

He lay over me, gasping for breath, seemingly without any reserves of energy, and after several minutes, mumbled weakly.

"My god girl, I don't know what you've got down there, but you take some fucking, I'm absolutely buggered."

Giggling at his words, I whispered.

"Time to draw on your reserves then, I'm only just getting warmed up. Come on, show how good you are, married man and all."

"Oh Christ, you're insatiable Lucy."

He was right about that, I had slipped into full ravenous sexual hunger mode, and I knew although he was good, it wasn't going to be enough for me. Once my blood is up, I can't stop, and I can keep going for hours.

"Not really, and It's only one night Jack, so let's make the most of it, but please keep the language civil, I'm not particularly impressed by 'dirty' talk."

"Mmmm, all right, but I'm not sure I can get up enough to carry on. You can blow me if you like?"

I was right on my supposition that he had spent himself with his wife, and from what I saw of her, it wasn't really a surprise. With her figure, and powerful presentation of femininity, most men would have found her incredible in bed.

"No, I don't like, I'm far from satisfied, I need more from you than what I've had so far."

"God girl, I can't, having you is more than I thought it would be. You're so young and fit, it's like stirring warm thick liquid honey. I'm drained."

I wasn't surprised, he'd gone soft almost as soon as he'd ejaculated. His penis had literally shrunk and fallen out of me, before I could tense my stomach, and grip him. That's something I find quite common with men, in the past when I've ended up with the leftovers after my friend has taken the good looking one. I've had to stroke the men to deflect their attention, and often when I bring them off, they go limp. It has saved my body from an experience that I didn't really want to have. A fat sweaty man, grunting and puffing as he bounces on top of me isn't always something I particularly relish.

Although occasionally, as the exception to the rule, there had been those who though not very appealing, were quite deliciously skilled and accomplished in their lovemaking with me. One, in particular hadn't been diminished at all by my bringing him off with my hand and had gone ahead and taken me anyway. Despite my reluctance, he diddled me for quite a long time, leaving me almost senseless, yet surprisingly I enjoyed every second of it. He was definitely an expert at giving girls an enjoyable time.

He leaned back, holding himself between his fingers, and looking expectantly at me. Half smiling in anticipation, even though quite clearly, I'd said no. Feeling a rise of impatience within me at his inability, I replied.

"Look Jack, are you going to do me again or not?"

"If you can wait for a while, I might manage it, but no promises Lucy."

"You've been away from your wife for too long now, if you can't manage me, you'd better get back to her."

"Don't be like that, just give me a bit more time."

In response I snapped sharply at him.

"Not a chance, time you left Jack, I'll lock the door behind you."

"What if I don't want to?"

Picking up the bedside phone, I began to dial his room extension, calling out the numbers as I pressed the buttons.

"7, 7, 2, 0, 6. Let's see what your wife has to say shall we? It's ringing. (It wasn't, I hadn't actually pressed all the buttons fully).

Panic etched itself across his face, and he stammered

"No, no, it's all right, I was only joking, I'm going now. Thanks for this evening, you were wonderful."

"You'll need to wash yourself before you leave, or your wife will smell me on you, and you'll find yourself having to answer some difficult questions."

"She won't, surely?"

"We girls have a keener sense of smell than you do. I smelled her on you when you came in, so she'll definitely be aware of me if you don't freshen yourself up."

He went into the bathroom and washed his body with warm water and one of the hotel facecloths, drying himself with a towel, then spoke to me as he pulled his socks and shirt on.

"There now, does that smell better?"

"It'll do, come on it's time you went."

He leaned closer to me when we got to the door.

"Well, regardless of what you think, you'll always know deep inside, that I fucked you, and I thought I was pretty good, you might not have appreciated it, but I had a great time."

"I always know that I brush my teeth each morning, and deep inside it's the right thing to do. So, you have about the same level of importance to me. Now get out, go back to your wife."

He laughed and set off down the corridor towards the lifts. I closed the door behind him, put the safety bar on, and fuming inside, sat down on the toilet pedestal. Pushing two fingers inside myself, and rotating them around, pulling them sharply out, tensing my stomach as I did so, expelling most of his semen into the water below. Taking a brief shower to wash all traces of him off me. Beginning to relax in the warm clear flow of water, I started to feel clean again. Drying myself, I returned to my bed, stretching out naked on the sheets and wondering what to do next after the disaster of Jack's mediocre performance.

Slipping my sleeping knickers back on, I was comforted by the soft feel of them, the sensation of the material as I drew them up my legs, and around my bottom. The weight of the material was light but gave me a sense of security. Fortunately, there wasn't much of Jack's residual moisture at the groin, and my natural body juices soon eclipsed whatever there was left anyway. I lay there in the darkness looking at the ceiling, hearing the creaks and groans as the building settled in the coolness of the night.

Still feeling incredibly aroused, but not fully satisfied and wondering how to settle myself, considering what I could do to feed the raging hunger within me. I remembered the two girls in the bar. Quickly pulling my panties further up so that they were snug around my hips and slipping my nightie over my head. I wrapped myself in the thick bathrobe provided by the hotel. Placing my keycard into the pocket, I opened my door, checked that the corridor was empty and set off for room 327.

I pressed the illuminated panel at the entrance to their room and waited for them to answer. Almost immediately the door was opened, and I was hurriedly pulled inside. They had been waiting expectantly for me, and we wrapped ourselves together for what I suppose must be described as an extremely torrid sexual adventure. Both girls were dressed in fine lacy negligées. Their tufts of curly pubic hair, visible as dark inviting triangles, breasts firm, ripe and with with dark rose coloured nipples.

Unfastening my robe, I let it fall around my ankles. They both took a sharp breath as they saw that but for the light cotton nightie, and my sleeping panties, I was naked underneath it. Kathy wrapped her arms around me, smoothing her hands down over my bottom, pulling my knickers off, while Dolores pressed herself to me from behind, removing my nightie, and kissing my neck. I could feel her pubis against my bum, the soft curly hair tickling me, with the underlying hardness of her pubic bone nudging insistently into my soft flesh.

We stumbled backwards onto the bed, and my lips found their way easily to Kathy's groin, my tongue probing her soft wet labia, she tasted sharp, but with a little spiciness. Dolores lay across the back of my upper thighs, kissing and nibbling the cheeks of my bottom, whilst I explored her sister's vaginal entrance, and flicked my tongue over her thick pink clitoris.

I can only admit that they very definitely met and exceeded my expectations. It was so much of an educational adventure, and I learned new things about our bodies and some new lesbian techniques, but, well, that's another story, for another time.

Later, in the small hours of the morning, leaving them both completely exhausted, I let myself out of their room, and tiptoed back along the corridor to mine. Letting myself back in, I shrugged off the robe, and collapsed naked onto the bed, tired, wet, sticky but deliriously happy. Their sweet salty taste, lingering on my lips and tongue, like a hint of refined rich, thick, luxury light soy sauce. I was incredibly tired and almost completely satisfied, oblivion wasn't far away, closing my eyes the tendrils of unconsciousness slowly overwhelmed me. Realising as I drifted off to sleep that I'd left my frilly black sleeping knickers behind, on their rumpled sheets.

I slept deeply until almost 8:30am and rose to take a morning shower. I was covered with dried vaginal fluids, and conscious that my body had been explored, almost every one of my bodily orifices had been invaded, and I was both tender, and still swollen from my encounter with the sisters. I was a bit stinky as well, the combination of light perfume, perspiration and mixed feminine odours combined to make a rich aroma, of a deeply sexual nature.

Relieving myself, I was pleased to find that there was no seepage of Jack's semen. Clearly, I'd either absorbed it, or expelled it while I was asleep. Turning on the shower and brushing my teeth while I waited for the water to run through and warm up. Pausing long enough to think of the disappointments and pleasures of the night and finding that I still hadn't assuaged my ravenous sexual appetite.

Luxuriating under the powerful deluge of warm water, I soaped myself liberally and washed away the residue of the previous evening adventures. Rinsing myself down and cleaning the soap suds off my skin, feeling clean and fresh, I turned the water off, and dried myself thoroughly with the big hotel towels. Applying moisturising body lotion, which soothed my skin, leaving me feeling comfortable enough to dress casually, ready to go to the hotel restaurant.

As I left my room to go down to breakfast, wearing a tracksuit with sand shoes. I saw an envelope on the floor which had been pushed under my door. Opening it, I found my panties together with a note.

'Thank you for a wonderful night, Lucy, we both enjoyed every minute we spent with you, we'll never forget our time with our first English lover. Kathy and Dolores.'

Eating a full breakfast, and enjoying the strong hot coffee, I hadn't realised how hungry I was. I had extra bacon, and sausage. Accompanied by hot buttered toast, and with a supplement of orange juice.

Returning to my room I changed into my travelling clothes. Dressing simply in a pair of ultra thin aerated cotton panties, misty white, they were simple but pretty. The aeration holes, bordered with silver embroidery, the cotton fine and almost see through, they were cool and comfortable to wear, feeling almost as if I had none on at all. Pulling on a pair of blue denim Levi's and a baggy grey sweatshirt to finish off.

I didn't bother with a bra, rather enjoying the freedom which that made me feel. It's surprising how restrictive and uncomfortable wearing a bra can be, particularly in hot weather. Even though the car had efficient climate control, driving in strong sunlight can make me a bit sweaty. Finally putting on strappy low-heeled sandals.

Even so, just in case I became hot and uncomfortable during the longish drive that faced me, I rolled a wool cotton mix short skirt with a silk half slip and put them between the handles of my handbag. If necessary, I could change in one of the motorway services on the way down to the city.

I checked the room before I left, then went down to reception, settled my bill, making sure I collected the invoice, I pulled my case toward the door and stepped out through the main entrance and into the carpark.

As I left the hotel and walked across the car park to my Audi, I saw Jack and his wife getting ready to leave. They were loading their Ford people carrier. He, putting the cases into the luggage compartment, while she strapped the children into the back seat. Her head was down as she concentrated on making them both safe and comfortable. Jack glanced up as I passed by, quickly checking to make sure his wife couldn't see him. He gave me a big smile and a wink. I kept my face expressionless, and as his face fell, I stuck my tongue out at him.

Putting my case into the boot and laying the filmy wool cotton mix skirt with the slip on the back seat, I reversed out of the parking space, and drove to the exit of the car park, passing them as I did so. He looked a little forlorn as he saw me, and I couldn't resist grinning and crooking my little finger at him. He was utterly devastated at the gesture, thinking I'd had a satisfying time with him, which of course I hadn't, though in fairness, it was partially enjoyable. I just didn't want him to get big headed about it.

His wife was bending through the back door of their car, strapping the children into their seats. Her skirt pulled up over the back of her thighs, I saw her light blue panties stretched over her bottom, and her rather inviting looking peach, plump, juicy and attractive nestling in her gusset. The sight making me wonder if the night before, I'd chosen the wrong partner in their relationship. My tummy churned as I thought of her lying next to me, naked, and willing.

Driving out of the hotel and along the road to join the southbound carriageway of the M6, then changing to the M66 and M6 until I joined the M1 just after Leeds, as I continued my journey back home.

Pulling into Toddington services, to relieve my bladder, I took the skirt and slip out of the back seat, and in the toilet cubicle, changed into it from my jeans. Rolling them into the space where I'd carried the skirt, I unlocked the door and after washing my hands, made for the refreshment concourse. Feeling good as the slinky skirt swirled around my thighs, allowing the fresh air to circulate around my nethers, when I walked to the Costa to buy a coffee. Noticing as I sat down, that a number of men were casting appreciative looks in my direction. I smiled to myself, knowing that could easily see up my skirt, and enjoying the attention. On return to my car, I phoned my dad on the hands free to let him know I was on my way and would be home in around an hour possibly two. He answered quickly within a few rings.

"Hello Lucy, everything all right?"

"Yes dad, I'm at Toddington, I'll be home in about an hour or so, provided the traffic isn't too heavy around Golders Green."

"Just in time for supper then?"

He paused before continuing.

"I've missed you Lucy, I can hardly wait until you get here."

Catching the throaty tone of his voice, it was clear to me that he was quite turned on, which in turn, excited me. After the previous evening's exertions I was surprised that my hunger was still not completely requited. In turn my voice became thick and full of promise as I asked.

"Why, do you have something 'nice' to give me?"

"Yes, my darling girl, I'll make you feel alive this afternoon."

"Right then, it sounds as though I'd better get a move on."

"Hurry darling, hurry."

It had been several weeks since we had been together, with business meetings, lectures, seminars and of course, his golf matches, we just hadn't had the time.

I rang off, started the car, and returned to the motorway. It was an enjoyable drive from that point, particularly as my skirt slid up my thighs, and I saw quite a few HGV drivers, looking down at me as I slowly overtook them, satisfying my sense of exhibitionism. Arriving home just after 3:30pm, taking my case out of the boot and my jeans from the back seat, I walked to the front door. He was waiting inside the hallway for me, wearing just cotton shorts and a white tee shirt.

His eyes went to my hips as the short filmy skirt wrapped itself around my bottom, and across my thighs. Pulling me to him, he kissed me, long and tenderly. He had definitely missed me, I could tell, and I sighed in pleasure as his hand went up my skirt. I absolutely love that feeling, it's so personal and almost intoxicating. As he bent me back, I reached to the front of his shorts, feeling through them that he had no underwear on, and as I gripped his shaft, he groaned in pleasure. My god, he was so aroused it felt like a barrel of a thing. I couldn't help myself, and almost immediately wetted up. Dad smelled me, and it aroused him even more, filling my hand with his pulsating erection. I could hardly wait to have him in me, and I smiled into his eyes as he whispered.

"What took you so long?

"Traffic. Ooooh, mmmm."

I didn't get any further than that, as he pressed me back against the wall in the hallway. His fingers squeezing my mound, and peach as he leaned into me, kissing me hard and passionately. I began to rhythmically massage his cock through his shorts, making him moan in frustrated passion.

Moving his hand from between my legs and pushing it around and up under the rear of my sweatshirt. Feeling his fingers stroke over my back, (he loves the soft smoothness of my skin under his touch). Rising to my ribs and shoulder blade, I felt him start as he realised, I wasn't wearing a bra. Moving his hands to my front, he cupped my breasts, feeling how stiff and springy my nipples were, such was my desire for him.

He pulled his face away from mine, I reluctantly let my lips come off his, with a soft smacking sound. Looking into his face, it was apparent that he was going to do more than simply tamper with me, a lot more. Feeling even more that I could hardly wait, my heart fluttered like a butterfly caught between the palms of two hands. Speaking quietly, his voice thick and burring.

"Are you ready now Lucy?"

"God, yes daddy, take me to bed, I need this."

"Come on then, I'll take you to heaven with me for the rest of the evening."

With that, he scooped me up in his strong arms, holding me close he climbed the stairs to his bedroom, and there, gently laid me out on his big squeaky bed. As he stepped back, I quickly took off my sweatshirt, skirt, finally pulled down the flimsy cotton knickers, laying back, naked, pink, and very wet and waiting for him. He undressed and I watched through half closed eyes, as his shorts dropped and I saw his stiff hard shaft. He was aroused far more than I was used to seeing him and was probably the biggest I'd seen him up to them. I remember thinking, 'my god, I'm going to feel every inch of that, ohh, mmmmm, how lovely.'

As he climbed up onto his bed next to me, his penis stiff and hard, dribbling precum in a clear stream of slippery fluid. My heart rate increased again, palpitating in my chest, and I had a sense of both excitement and fear at the sight of his shaft, the tip protruding out from his partially drawn foreskin. The anticipation rose and my lubricants oozed freely, as I dilated in preparation for sex. He closed with me, the expression on his face told me, that I was in for a long, hard, powerful pounding. Just what I both needed, and wanted, particularly after the disappointment with Jack the previous evening, and after all, what better way to end a mundane and boring week. It was to be the best evening that I'd had in months, but that's something that can wait for me to write about another time...