Come, Take a Walk with Me

While working at my dad's offices during the summer break, there were times when I needed a change of scenery, particularly when things were intense while working on statistics for reports. Often, I just needed to get away from people, or the tension in the office. During my lunch hour, I often went to Knightsbridge, using the Piccadilly line from Russell Square. Sometimes looking around the department stores, particularly Zara, Harvey Nichols, Burberry's, or Harrods. My interests usually in shoes, perfumes, and underwear, spending many happy lunchtimes browsing, or on occasion buying something nice for myself.

Frequently taking a leisurely five-minute walk to the Brompton Road, and into Hans Crescent to a café there that I found particularly quiet and welcoming. It had outside seating, the waiting staff, came to know me as a regular patron, and took care of me on an exemplary manner, shielding me from unwanted attention. Sitting at my table whilst taking my light lunch, I often enjoyed watching the world go by and relaxing before returning to work.

Recently, I noticed an older man, probably in his early 50's who seemed to be there whenever I turned around. He tried to hide that he was watching me, and in so doing only drew my attention to him more. Most days he would be around in the crescent, sitting on one of the benches, while I took my lunch. Sometimes when I was in one of the department stores, particularly if I was browsing the lingerie, I would see him observing what I was looking at, or what I actually bought.

Finally, one day, I paid my bill, and walked back up to Brompton Road, turning left towards Knightsbridge tube station. Walking slowly around the corner, I turned after a few steps and waited. He came around shortly after me, his eyes anxious having lost sight of where I was. He stopped as he saw that I was waiting for him. Looking him directly in the eye I spoke.

"Good afternoon, do I know you?"

He hesitated before answering.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you miss, I'm so sorry."

"Why are you following me, I've been aware of you for several days now?"

"I don't mean any harm, it's just, well, just that you are such lovely looking girl, I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to keep seeing you and watching how well you move."

I was conscious that several passers by were looking curiously at us. So, I moved closer to him and lowered my voice to a warm reassuring level.

"Well, now you've met me, my name is Lucy, and you are?"

"I'm sorry, how rude of me I should have introduced myself earlier, I'm Neil."

"What is it that you want from me Neil, what is it that you hope to find?"

"I was hoping I might get to meet you, perhaps talk with you, even spend some time in your company."

"Well, now that you've introduced yourself, and you've spoken to me, is that enough? Do you want to know more? Or are you a just a little bit disappointed?"

I'd love to spend some time talking with you Lucy, I have quite a few questions in my mind"

"Such as?"

"Do you live far from here Lucy?"

"Not really, I live with with my dad in Hampstead."

"So, you travel to and from work each day?"

"Not always, I'm at university and I only work in the holidays, but if I work late, and dad's away I stay in town overnight."

"Oh, where do you stay."

"Usually in our apartment in Kensington, but sometimes it's used by corporate guests, who are here for meetings, and clearly I'm not part of the services on offer."

"Then, where do you stay if the apartment is not available?"

"I usually stay in a hotel overnight, but it doesn't happen that often."

"Which do you prefer, Travelodge, or Premier Inn?"

"Neither I've never stayed in one of those."

"I'm sorry, I just assumed that for one night."

"No, I use the more upmarket type of hospitality hotels."

"So, are they 5 star?"

"Of course, I often use one close to here, at the junction of Brompton Road, and Knightsbridge."

"That must be nice, I've never stayed in a hotel like that."

"I must go Neil I have to be back in work soon, it's almost a half hour journey."

I saw the look of disappointment on his face, and feeling sorry for him, I added."

"Apart from that, it's not easy to talk like this on the street. Why don't you meet me at the café for lunch tomorrow, shall we say 12:30pm?"

His face lit up, and he stuttered slightly as he spoke.

"Oh, yes, yes please I'd really like that."

"I'll, let the staff know, just join me at my table when you get there."

With that I said my goodbyes and walked to Knightsbridge tube station to catch the next train back to work.

The following morning, I got up, and made my morning preparations, showering, cleaning my teeth, brushing my hair, the normal everyday procedure of getting ready for work. I usually wear simple but comfortable clothing for work, particularly if I'm travelling to and from on the tube. Unless of course I am overcome by my exhibitionist streak. However I was meeting Neil for lunch, so I put a bit of effort into my outfit. Knowing that it might create a bit of a stir at the office, but I knew I could easily cope with that.

Choosing a nice set of white, cotton Lycra panties with a matching bra, with a silver thread embroidery on the front panel, and the bra cups. A matching slip, with a frilly lace hem, 10 denier light tan hold up stockings, by Aristoc with lace welts. Putting on a shortish black gabardine box pleated skirt, with a white high collared blouse, under a dark red double-breasted jacket, completed with Lutalica closed round toed strapped shoes, with platform 1.5" heels. I felt smart, professional yet still feminine and desirable.

Lunchtime came quickly, and I made my way to Russell Square station, for the 15-minute journey to Knightsbridge. I was careful when I sat in the carriage, not wishing to attract the wrong sort of attention. Arriving I walked to the café, which at a leisurely pace took me around 6 minutes. I arrived just after 12:15pm and was greeted as usual by the friendly serving staff and shown to a table outside the café.

Enduring the looks, and comments from some of the passers by, the sort that think they're clever because they maker risqué remarks or make that disgusting tongue clicking noise. I waited, enjoying the light breeze in the pedestrianised crescent, as it blew through the trees that were planted along the pathway. At almost exactly 12:30pm Neil arrived, and on seeing me, his face lit up in delight. He walked towards me, only to be intercepted by one of the waiters.

"May I help you sir?"

"I'm joining the young lady sitting there."

The waiter turned to me, with a questioning look, and I nodded in confirmation.

"Certainly sir, come this way please."

He was conducted to my table, and took his seat to one side of me, I turned slightly towards him and smiled in greeting. The waiter asked.

"Are you ready to order miss?"

"Yes please, I'll have a chicken and lettuce sandwich, with a large Americano. Neil? What would you like?"

"Oh my, I wasn't expecting this, I'll have the same as you if you don't mind."

The waiter made a note on his pad and went to get the order for us.

The food and drink arrived, and we set about our lunch, taking quietly together. I took stock of him properly. He was in reasonable condition for a late middle-aged man, he clearly took good care of himself. I'd noticed as he approached the café, that he walked without difficulty, and didn't seem to have any significant problems in his movements. Around 5'10", greying hair, a little thin, he had a nice face, at one time he had been handsome, but time had taken its toll, and I could see that he'd spent a lot of his working life outdoors. He dressed well, although his clothes were old, they were in good condition, nicely cleaned and pressed. Altogether he presented a smart, clean-cut image.

He told me about his life, he was 52, had retired early and was in the process of buying a small cottage in Devon to enjoy his life, in a more relaxed and leisurely style. He had earned a lot of money over the years invested it wisely. He had been enrolled in a high return pension scheme which allowed him to retire at 50, but his contract had meant that he worked an extra year. He was currently living in a small, rented flat in Kilburn while he waited for the purchase to go through.

He had worked as a consultant engineer in the oil and gas exploration industry, spending most of his time out in the Middle East, as well as in the United States, and Canada. I listened to him, paying rapt attention to his every word, making sure that I made plenty of eye contact. He didn't say anything, but I knew almost at once that he was impressed by my confidence. He seemed almost enchanted by my smile, the way I sat and seemingly absent mindedly played with my hair, twirling the ends in between my fingers, as I smiled warmly into his face.

His life had been taken up mostly by his career, and though he'd had girlfriends, most found it difficult to cope with his long absences. As he spoke, I leaned closer and listened intently, from time to time touching his hand with my fingers, widening my eyes and looking deeply into his. He had so many interesting things to say, and the more I listened to him, the more I came to like him, even becoming fond of him.

His gaze swept over my figure from time to time, and I noticed he frequently held his focus on my knees, which were plainly visible under the hem of my skirt and slip. At one point, while we were eating, I forgot my deportment and reached across the table for the salt, rocking to my side as I did so, and carelessly allowing my knees to part, giving him a brief flash of my stocking tops, and panties. He stopped speaking briefly, and as I looked back at him, in surprise, he breathed.

"Oh my, how lovely."

We met there every weekday for the next three or four weeks, taking lunch together, and, becoming intimately closer as we did so. I found his life experiences remarkably interesting, and the more I listened the more I realised that his job had been the main focus of his life. He in turn listened intently, as I told him of my life, my ambitions, and the hopes for my future.

Over the weeks we became good friends, but I still felt a little sorry for his lack of companionship, it seemed that I was the only girl he talked to. We often people watched together, amused by the behaviours of some of the passers by. Though there were some less than amusing points. On one occasion a group of men passed by, laughing and joking amongst themselves and one turned towards me, grabbing his crotch, sticking his tongue out, and calling.

"How about it ginge, fancy a nice bit of this?"

I looked through him as though he was glass, it happens a lot and I find it's probably the best way to deal with them. Neil started to rise, but I stopped him, saying.

"Don't engage with him, it's what he wants, he's just showing off in front of his friends."

It's the way of things of course, I'm sure it'll strike a note with any fellow women readers, they always do it when they are in groups. On their own, they just don't have the inspiration. It certainly doesn't attract me, I don't know why they think it would, but we get used to it, that's how it is for girls.

"Don't you find it upsetting?"

"No, I don't really notice it very much, it happens a lot, but if I react to it, it just makes them behave that way all the more."

We talked for a while, and he told me that he had finally completed on the purchase of the cottage in Devon and was moving at the weekend.

"I shall miss our lunches together Lucy, but I have enjoyed the time I've spent here with you, it will give me some happy memories for my retirement."

On Friday the last day at work before I returned to university for the autumn term, I got up and went through my morning routine. The night before, I had used my IPL device to depilate, making myself smooth and soft down below. Sitting naked on my bed, I thought about what to wear, not just for work but also for Neil. I had increased the standard of my lingerie bit by bit over the weeks. Noting how much he enjoyed catching glimpses of my lace and frills, I decided I would wear something special for our last lunch together. Sorting through my underwear drawer, the soft silks and satins slipping through my fingers, my mind dwelt on what he might enjoy seeing most.

He didn't know this was to be my last lunch there for the time being, and that coinciding with his move to Devon, I would be going back to university for my second year the following week. So, I wanted it to be a memorable occasion for him, a sort of thank you for being such good company to me. Additionally, I really needed, in fact wanted to have sex. I'd invested quite a lot of time and energy on him, so as well as treating him to a lifetime experience. I wanted something for myself.

Selecting a beautiful white lingerie set with silver lace and embroidery, embellished with mini pearls. The panties were soft and silky, with the underwired bra, comfortable and supportive. The half slip, smooth and pleasing to the eye, the lace at the hem glinted in the light as it moved around my knees. Adding champagne hold up stockings by Gabriella with wide lace tops, and I put on a white silk high necked blouse, drawing on a loose pleated 'A' line skirt, light filmy cotton, burnt oak in colour with a side fastening. The slip filled the body of the skirt out, and the pleats swirled seductively as I turned my hips. The white of my underwear contrasting under the darker tone of the skirt.

I finished at lunchtime and made my way to the café a bit earlier than usual, arriving there about ten minutes before Neil. He was pleasantly surprised to see me sitting and waiting for him. As he approached me, smiling warmly I crossed my legs, slowly and deliberately so he had a full view of what I had under my skirt. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide, and I watched in amusement as he swallowed hard, then regaining his control, he joined me at the table.

He couldn't speak for a minute, and I settled back in my chair. The advantage of the pleated skirt made itself apparent as it flowed down from my knees, in a sweep behind my calves, the white silk of the half slip gleaming in the sunlight, a slight sparkle from the silver thread at the hem, catching his attention. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard again, as he absorbed the image, I had presented him with.

"Well Neil. Let's have a leisurely lunch, perhaps we can treat ourselves. It is Friday after all, so we deserve a little self indulgence and pampering after a long week."

He nodded his agreement, still not able to trust himself to speak.

Making our choices from the menu, I chose a crisp Sauternes, to go with the meal. We gave our orders to the waitress, and she hurried off to get the food and drink for us.

"You look amazing today, Lucy, that's a very attractive outfit you're wearing."

"Thank you, Neil, I appreciate the compliment."

"Now that over the weeks I've told you what I look for in a woman, let me ask you what your preferences in your choice of men are."

"Of course, I have nothing to hide from you Neil."

He thought for a moment, trying to decide where to start, then predictably he asked,

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, I don't like being tied down to one particular man, I prefer the more casual, no strings attached encounters."

"I'll bet that there's a queue of fine young men, just hoping to be your significant partner?"

"I suppose there are, but that's human nature, men are programmed to try and seduce girls, just as we are to try and attract them."

"How do you choose from these young men then?"

"Not necessarily young, Neil, I don't have any particular age brackets, as long as they are fit, well groomed and clean, which is particularly important to me, have good social skills, and of course, ability."

"Really? You have no problem with the older, more mature men then?"

"Not at all, as I've said, there is no preferred age for me, though I do tend to lean toward the more grown up, mature, and experienced man."

He looked thoughtful as he absorbed what I'd told him, and I watched with interest, I could almost tell what he was thinking. He moved closer, leaning over the table and asked.

"What is it that catches your attention, what do you look for in a man?"

"A nice calm character, style, manliness, politeness and whether or not they can hold an enjoyable conversation. I like nice expressive eyes. Of course, I do set some standards and preconditions."

"Oh, such as?"

"Don't laugh, they sound a bit demanding if I say them out loud."

"Go on, please Lucy, I'd love to know."

I discreetly looked around to make sure we weren't being overheard and lowering my voice as I answered him.

"Alright, if I decide to bed a man, they definitely have to turn me on, plenty of foreplay, that's really important, give me a little oral, do me at least twice, preferably with one being long and slow, no condom, come inside me, and kiss me, stroke me, with lots of cuddles to ease me down. It's particularly important, to be caring and gentle afterwards, rather than roll off and leave me to it."

"Do you follow that all the time?"

"No, occasionally it's one of those times when I'm in the moment, a stranger, mutual lust, quick, intense, thoroughly exciting, there and then, in fairly public places, with the risk of getting caught, then parting without knowing each others name, and never seeing each other again."

"Aren't you concerned about getting pregnant?"

"No, of course not, I have good contraception, I use an under-skin implant in my upper arm, it lasts three years, and takes away all of the worry, particularly as I don't have to remember to take pills or anything like that. I was always forgetting before I had it fitted. I was 15 then, and I've just had it renewed a few months ago.

"Have you been with many men?"

"That's a question you should never ask, but if I have to give an answer, then, more than seven, less than fifteen."

"God, how exciting, I must admit it makes me feel how much I'm missing out on though."

"Who says you are Neil?"

"I'm a bit too old for all that sort of thing Lucy, I'm not even sure I could manage it anymore now."

"You're never too old, you're only in your early 50's, and you'd be surprised at what you can accomplish with a little time and patience, particularly if you're with a girl you find desirable, who can help and guide you."

"To much to hope that it might be a girl like you though Lucy."

I didn't reply immediately, but after a minute or so, I answered.

"You just never know, Neil, you just might be surprised."

He sat back slightly perplexed, but didn't ask anything else.

I looked at my watch, before calling for our bill. He smiled and said quietly.

"I suppose it's that time of day again, back to work for you?"

"Actually Neil, I have this afternoon off."

"Oh well, you'll be on your way home then."

"Sort of."

"Sorry?"

I smiled, as the waitress came and I paid for our food, as usual. I wouldn't let him pay for me, I don't do that, despite his protests, I had paid for all our lunches. Giving her the usual £5.00 tip, which she accepted politely with a very pretty smile. (I liked her, she had given me her phone number, I had filed the memory away for future opportunities). Then as I stood, I turned towards him, seeing the disappointment in his eyes at my preparations to leave, I spoke quietly.

"Come. Take a walk with me Neil."

He looked startled, I knew he often followed me to the Brompton Road, and as I turned right along Knightsbridge, watched until I disappeared, walking away and into the tube station. As we stepped out into the precinct, I took his arm, and we slowly made our way toward the corner with Brompton Road. I sensed his puzzlement as we turned left and walked along towards Kensington. It was a comfortable walk, the light breeze stirring my skirt, making a satisfying rustling as it moved around my legs. Brushing together with my slip over my skin, adding to my already intense arousal.

After 10 or 12 minutes, casual strolling along the road, crossing over a number of turnings, we got to Egerton Terrace, turning there we went further into the streets behind, towards the gardens, and arrived at my father's apartment, just after 2:30pm. It was one of several properties including a cottage on the South Downs that he owned and had been his 'shagging nest' before I came into his life. From then, I was all he needed.

Stepping up to the entrance, I entered the code, and with a buzz the door unlocked. Walking into the lobby, I took him up in the lift to the top floor, and along the corridor to the front door of the apartment. Taking my keys, I let us in. We took our shoes off, putting on the hotel slippers that I'd left in the hallway. Lowering my voice, I told him.

"Take a seat in the lounge Neil, and I'll join you in a moment."

"Thank you, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Not just yet, the coffee and the walk has given me the need to make myself comfortable, I'm sure you understand."

The main lounge is large, and laid out with two chesterfields facing each other, and several armchairs, occasional tables, drinks cabinet, and a sideboard. Leading off from the lounge, there are two bedrooms, both with ensuite, plus a large bathroom. At the other side, there's a small but very functional kitchenette, with all the modern appliances that an apartment needs.

He chose to sit on one of the large chesterfields, and I smiled as I left for the bathroom.

"I won't be a moment, perhaps you can think about what you'd like to drink?"

"Yes of course, what do you have?"

"Almost anything you might like, take your time, and I'll get it for you when I'm back."

I went into the bathroom, and did what I needed to, making sure my bladder was empty, and I felt comfortable. Flushing the toilet, and wiping myself down below, I washed my hands and quickly brushed my teeth. Leaving the bathroom, I quietly entered the main bedroom, and turned the bed down, checking there was a box of tissues on my bedside table, lastly drawing the drapes before putting on the bedside table lamps. I returned to the lounge and smiled brightly at him.

"There, that's much better. Have you decided what you'd like to drink?"

"Do you have any bourbon?"

"Jack, Jim, Seagram's or Four Roses?"

"Jack Daniel's please."

"Ice, and anything with it?"

"Just ice please, and could I use your toilet as well?"

"Down the corridor at the bottom, while you're there, I'll get the drinks ready."

He nodded, got up and went to the bathroom, he left the door ajar, and as I poured his whisky over the ice cubes, and a brandy for myself, I could hear him, a strong almost thundering noise as his water went into the toilet. As I listened, I mused, 'well, it sounds as though he has no trouble peeing, and from the heavy noise, he's not under endowed either.'

Returning to the lounge, he resumed his seat on the chesterfield, I handed him his drink, and sat next to him, snuggling close to his side, as I sipped my brandy. He didn't quite know how to react to me, and I knew that I had to be considerate towards him, although he was in his early 50's, I felt that his experience with girls was quite limited.

I rose to my feet to bring the drinks over to the occasional table, making sure I stood with the light from the window behind me. He stared as for the first time, he saw the full shape of my lower body silhouetted through my clothing.

Thinking carefully, I returned to my seat and placed my hand on his hand to reassure him, holding his middle finger between my index finger and thumb, and slowly, gently, stroking it, up and down.

Moving closer, I put my arm around his shoulders and as he talked, played with the curls of hair at the back of his neck, and ear. Covering his hand more with mine, I ran my fingers around his palm in small circles, softly squeezing the ball of flesh at the base of his thumb. I rested my head on his shoulder, pressing my upper body to his, and allowing him to get used to the feel of me.

He tried to continue talking about how nice the apartment was, the décor, to opulence of the furnishings, but slowly he became quiet as I touched his cheek with my fingers and shifted a little to expose my thighs. He swallowed hard, and looked down as I parted my knees slightly, allowing my slip to fall in between my legs, partly shielding his view, but adding a little hint of provocative immoderation to our closeness.

He just didn't seem to get the hint, and I wondered if I was intimidating him a little. So, I thought it was time for a little encouragement on my part. I smiled at him as he continued to talk, trying to hide his nervousness. He was tense and I tried to think of a way to settle him, perhaps get him to relax and feel comfortable with me.

For a time, I became more sensual rather then sexual, even though my hunger for him grew minute by minute. Gently touching his ear and jawline, then moving my hand to his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, and slipping my fingers inside onto his skin. Realising that it was going to take careful attention on my part to guide him into intimacy. I relaxed and slowly progressed things until he was starting to get involved.

Leaning close to him, I took his chin, and tilted his head slightly, then kissed him, first on his cheek, then on his lips, running the tip of my tongue along them, but not intruding into his mouth. He froze, I knew he enjoyed it, but he wasn't sure what to do next. Clearly, it was up to me to take a dominant role to start things.

I still had his hand cupped in mine, moving it carefully I placed in my lower tummy, squeezing his knuckles to try and encourage him. Leaning closer, I rested my forehead on his, my nose brushing his, so that he could feel me breathing on his skin. I kissed him again this time slipping my tongue between his lips and into his mouth, hunting his tongue with the tip of mine. (It was pleasant to find that he had all his own teeth).

Taking his hand with mine, I moved it down over my thighs and under my skirt, pushing it up underneath until he was touching me through the silk of my knickers. Squeezing his hand as it rested on my mound and his fingertips on my gusset. Stroking my palm up his forearm to his elbow, I gripped it and gently pushed his arm up between my legs, motivating him to explore me more intimately, perhaps to finger me gently through my panties if he wanted to. When his fingertips touched the skin high up between my inner thighs, I gently squeezed my legs together holding his hand firmly in place close between to soft flesh there.

He was so tense, and I felt he was a little confused, his fingers rested against my gusset, but he seemed almost petrified to go further. Usually when I get a man alone like that, they very soon take the initiative, some quite aggressively, almost becoming like an octopus. So, to find myself in a situation where he was not all over me was a bit of a surprise. I wondered what to do next, whether to raise my efforts, or call them off. I looked into his eyes again, and saw hesitancy, he wanted to go further but didn't know how to.

"Neil, have you ever done this before?"

"Not like this, I'm a bit shocked, I wasn't expecting you to be this intimate with me."

"So, you've had sex before then?"

"Sort of."

"Sort of?"

'Well, mostly a bit of a fumble and a quick touch."

"Did you have intercourse properly? You know, get yourself into a girl, all of yourself?"

"Yes, but it was really quick, and I wasn't sure if I'd done it properly."

That explained things to me but gave me pause for thought as to how I should continue with him. It was going to mean a bit of effort on my part, but I'd come this far, so I felt no need to give up. I pushed his elbow again, moving his hand in deeper to my groin. Nuzzling his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin, and whispering huskily into his ear.

"It's alright, that's it, feel me through the material, don't be afraid, I'm getting wet, so you're doing fine."

Kissing his cheek, I moved my hand down over his belly, smoothing under his shirt, and over his slight tubbiness, tracing the line of hair that ran from his navel to the waistband of his pants. He shifted slightly as my fingers slowly crept underneath his underpants and delicately closed over his shaft. It felt as though he was slightly above average, and very firm, I didn't understand why he was so nervous, but I slipped my hand down further and softly stroked him, slowly squeezing him, until I felt the warm wetness of his precum on my inner wrist.

Gently, I dragged my fingernails along the bottom of his penis, feeling the thickness and prominence of his urethral pipe. His reaction was one of surprise and almost delight, growing slightly harder under my fingertips, and leaning back into the seat, his eyes closed and an expression of pure enjoyment on his face.

Deciding to take more initiative, and spur him along, while not scaring him, I let go of his penis and pulled his hand out from under my skirt. Standing, I walked over to the window and stood for a while to collect my thoughts. It seemed that I was going to have to inspire confidence in him and perhaps teach him how to be more manly in his approach to me. Standing in front of the large window again, with the bright afternoon sun streaming in, I turned slowly to face him, conscious of how much the light silhouetted me, so bright that the lace trim on my slip and panties were clearly visible. The view was stunning him, and his expression simply adding to my desire to have him, come what may.

Moving in front of where he was sitting, I spoke.

"Listen to me Neil, I want you to follow my lead, don't resist, and don't let your fear overwhelm you. Nothing bad will happen, and I promise you that it will be the best experience I can give you. No strings, no commitments, no comeback, just both of us enjoying each other. Hopefully it'll give you a fine recollection of me, for when you move into your house in Devon."

I stood, legs slightly apart in front of him. He looked up at me as I smiled at him, knowing what was going through his mind.

"It's alright Neil, go ahead, it's fine with me, I won't resist."

Reaching forwards, he took the hem of my skirt and lifted the front up so he could see properly what was underneath. Hearing him take a sharp breath as he saw the heavy lacy welts on my stockings. Pulling my hems up higher, his gaze lingered on the front panel of my knickers. The silver embroidery and the mini pearls glinting in the daylight. Being close to ovulation, my pubis was a bit puffy, and my cleft quite well defined against the white 'V' of my knickers at the crotch.

Fascinated by the sight, he put his hand up my skirt, (I absolutely love that). Placing his fingers at the top of my stocking, pushed into the soft skin at the crease between my thigh and my abdomen, close to my vulva. The touch sensuous and electrifying, I felt myself wet up, and saw his reactions to the pheromones I was exuding. He seemed overcome with what he was experiencing and let my skirts drop back into place. I whispered softly to him.

"Are you ready Neil, can you cope with me, will I be enough for you?"

He nodded, still looking a little ashen, but with a willingness to join me starting to show in his demeanour. With great deliberation I slowly undid the front of my high-necked blouse. Allowing it to fall open I pulled it out of my waistband and slipped it off over my shoulders. Lifting my skirt hem up again, gathering it around my waist, I gave him an unobstructed view of my underwear. My knickers startling white against the smooth flesh of my upper thighs, mini pearls, glinting in the light from the window. The tight clasp of the stockings as they gripped my legs, accentuated the curve of my calves and the swell of my thighs.

Turning slowly from side to side, as we girls do in front of a mirror when checking our appearance, I gave him a full exhibition of my bottom, and my lower tummy, conscious of my panties, drawn tightly over my pubis, showing my cleft pressing against the soft silk. Relishing the opportunity to display myself to him, taking immense pleasure in the expression on his face as he took in the exhibition I gave him. Serving also to turn me on as it satisfied my needs to expose my soft inviting curves, suggesting in full, my intense and inviting sexuality. I left him in no doubt of the potential pleasures that were to come, providing he was willing to take them.

Taking my time, I undressed, taking my bra off, freeing my breasts (you have no idea how good that feels), and feeling the sensation of the cool air over my nipples. Unhooking my waistband and unzipping my skirt at the side, I allowed it to fall by my feet, followed by my slip. They made a soft whispering rustle as they amassed in a foaming heap on the floor. Wearing just my knickers and stockings I straddled his knees, and pressed my crotch into his belly, the lace tickling his skin through his open shirt, my nipples brushing his face. As he breathed in through his nose. I could hear the air whistling slightly as I flooded his nostrils with a mixture of my perfume and natural scent.

Taking his head in my hands, I pulled it close to me, purposefully undulating my hips against his lap, he sighed as he smelled me, a rich combination of my bodily aromas. Holding him there for a few minutes, feeling his penis tapping against my gusset, the urgency of him transmitting to me through the thin silk. I stood up and stepped back taking a quick sip of brandy, before rolling off my stockings, one after another. The sound of static crackling as I moved them down my legs. Finally taking my panties off, with a sweet swishing noise, the mini pearls glimmering and making a faint rattle as they landed on the floor. There I was, standing completely naked on front of him. My voice thick with desire I spoke in low tones.

"Get undressed Neil, take you clothes off, let me watch you."

He didn't argue, and did as I asked, until he too was standing bare and unashamed opposite me. Moving close to him, my breasts digging into his side, I grasped his shaft, holding it gently and slipping my fingers over his sac. He was well equipped, as I'd felt earlier, slightly above average, heavy, firm, stiff, his testicles were on the large side but felt smooth and healthy as I massaged them. Pushing my hand further under his crotch, sensuously stroking the area of skin behind his ball bag, making him take a sharp breath as he felt the stirring in his lower stomach.

His eyes, pupils dilated, were so wide as he looked at my breasts, he put his hands on them, his fingertips stroking over my nipples, which had the effect of making them twitch under his touch. I was very turned on, so they were already stiff, and very springy. His expression was one of wide-eyed wonder, almost like a child in a sweet shop.

"What's the matter Neil haven't you ever touched a girl's ninnies before?"

"Not like this, not on the bare skin, it's always been through clothes. Or over a bra, this is incredible."

Things began to make sense then, he wasn't exactly a virgin, but his experience with a real live girl had been extremely limited. Assuming his work had taken him out from the circle of contact with women, and he had implied such during our lunchtime conversations. It left me wondering how much of what we were doing was almost completely new to him.

Leaning back, I tilted my head encouraging him to bend his head forwards to kiss me full on the lips. Rotating my head, and opening my mouth, I took his tongue deep between my cheeks, and he rose to my challenge, hunting my tongue with increasing fervour. Turning slightly, I pressed against him, his cock hard against my belly, I could feel his pulse as his shaft throbbed, his excitement rising with each passing moment.

Dropping his hand to my crotch he felt my mound under his fingers. The skin there soft and smooth, one of the benefits of depilation. Again, it was apparent to me that he had little or no idea what he was doing. He didn't know where things were or which bits were nice to touch, or those which could be uncomfortable. Like a lot of men, he was clueless as to how a girls body worked. Reaching down, I covered the back of his hand with mine, mirroring his fingers, and guided him to the sensitive areas, making the motions he needed to use, particularly over my clitoral sheath.

Taking his hands, I took small steps backwards and pulled him toward the bedroom door.

"Come with me Neil, the sheets are clean, you're erect, I'm wet and ready, there's no need to hold back anymore."

Almost dragging him along behind me, we entered the bedroom and turning him, I pushed him back onto the bed. Following him down, I lay over him, feeling him breathing fast and shallow. He succumbed to my attention as I took his penis and slipped it onto my mouth, my tongue flicking around his glans, underneath his bulbous lobes on either side of his frenulum. He jerked at the sensation and moaned as I tucked my pointed tongue tip into his urethra, opening it slightly, inflicting a hint of pleasurable pain from the unaccustomed intrusion into one of his most sensitive of parts.

As I'd suspected, he was fully aroused, his reserves of semen full to overflowing and he ejaculated into my mouth almost immediately. I swallowed all of it, squeezing his shaft to encourage further pulses of fluid, until after several jerks he was almost empty. Taking his cock out from between my lips, I licked his shaft, down to his balls, taking each one and sucking them in turn, making sure I removed all of the excess slippery semen from him.

He was so startled by what had happened that he lay there slumped on the bed, speechless. Moving up alongside his body, I whispered into his ear

"There Neil, that's flushed your pipes for you, you'll find yourself able to enjoy me properly now, and you won't come so quickly after that."

"Oh god Lucy, no one has done that to me before, you certainly know how to please a man don't you."

"I've been doing it for quite some time now, so I've learnt a few things over the years."

"Oh god, I'm in your hands now, I hope you're not going to be disappointed with me."

"It'll be fine, don't let yourself get stressed, relax and enjoy things as they happen. You just need to recover for a few minutes, before we move on further. I'm going to help you get stiff again."

For a brief moment, I was overwhelmed by the enormity of what we were doing. I had brought him to the apartment in the belief that as a fit mature man, he was going to show his experience to me. Yet, I was the one teaching him, using my experience, introducing him to the various facets of sex, it seemed strange that it was all reversed somehow.

Turning at his side, I put my knee over his chest, my bottom towards his face, and reached down over his stomach. Kneading and massaging his muscles at his lower belly, either side of his pubis, my hands pressing and stroking his inner body creases by his genitals. Holding his shaft in one hand and his balls in the other, I felt the stirring within him, as he came back up again. My vulva was close to his face, he could see I was wet, the clear slippery lubricant welling out of my vagina, and a fine spray from my bartholins glands, tempting him to take a step I wasn't expecting.

Feeling the warmth of his breath on my perineal skin, as he leaned forwards and tentatively licked my labia, I felt that jolt of delight as his warm velvety tongue made contact with me, and he tasted me for the first time. He groaned in pleasure as he licked my engorged slippery vaginal lips.

Almost as if he had woken a latent ability within himself, he gripped my hips and turned me over onto my back. He was very strong, and I was unable to resist, as he moved around, and over my upturned belly. Holding my wrists tightly, he pushed himself against my groin. His penis, hard and hot, brushing against my cleft, holding himself against my willing body for a second or so. For a brief moment, I thought I'd misunderstood and that he'd fooled me into thinking he was a partial novice. However, his eyes told me that he was recalling what little he knew, and was trying to do what he thought was the right thing.

His lack of real experience briefly showed again. Like a lot of men, he wasn't sure where the entrance is, (it's further around and under than they think). He pushed, but struck a bit too high, passing up over my clitoral sheath, dragging through my cleft. I giggled lightly before whispering.

"Lift yourself up for a moment Neil."

Straightening his arms, he raised his hips up, and I reached down between us, taking his shaft in my hand. Guiding him down and inserting his penis into my separating and engorged labia.

"There, now push Neil, slowly, but all the way."

There it was, that moment I enjoy most, he was cradled in between my thighs, my eyes on his face as he partly confident, but still a bit nervously moved into me. My eyes widened in encouragement, and I gave a gentle nod to him to reassure him that it was all right to continue. His penis penetrated me more deeply, it felt hot and alive, my labia opened wider to his probe, and I had the delicious feeling of his first entry to me, exquisite in its sensation as he went in. His eyes widened in astonishment, almost disbelief, as he underwent the feeling of my warm soft vaginal embrace for the first time.

This is the part I enjoy most, his penis parted me, opening me up to him. The incredible warm feeling of him filling my vestibule, moving over my vaginal floor, and stretching me as he passed through into the entrance of my vaginal canal. As he hit my muscles, I flinched and drew in a sharp breath.

"Issshphew!"

Starting to pant, I sounded like a small steam engine, and as he pulled back slightly, before he broke through my muscle resistance with a feeling as though it went 'pop,' I felt warm, full, and complete, as though I had something in me that was supposed to be there, but hadn't been.

Smiling up at him as he slowly sank inside me, I gasped softly as I felt him, his hardness strong and firm, with his unsure but delicate entry, before resuming my panting. He was bigger than I expected, but not too big as to be uncomfortable. Firmly, he drove deep into my vault until he had almost his whole shaft inside me. Pausing for a second, he looked into my eyes, an unspoken question on his face, 'what do I do next?' Shifting my hips I angled until he was comfortably situated, then whispering into his ear I gave him the words of incentive he needed.

"It's alright Neil, I'm a fit and healthy young woman, I'm not made of glass, you won't break me. You feel marvellous, I want this for both of us, so, go on, make me feel like a woman should feel."

His expression was one of astonishment as he listened to me, then, swallowing hard he began to use his pelvis to thrust, slowly at first, then with gathering speed until he achieved a regular and satisfying rhythm. I lay back, enjoying the feeling of him moving against me, filling me, feeling my belly rising as his penis passed under my pelvic bone, touching my sensitive spot there. His weight pressing down onto my belly, accentuating the sensation of being driven upwards to a sense of tingling pleasure.

With that motion my teasing and seduction of Neil was complete. Now it was my turn to lay back and reap the rewards of the lengthy period of time I had spent courting his attention. I'd been generally tantalising him, to get what I hoped was to be a prolonged session of deeply enjoyable sex.

My feet curled as I began to feel a warmth growing inside my belly, he hadn't been with a girl for some considerable time and even then, it hadn't been that successful, but he was surprisingly good. I hadn't thought he would last for long. However, with my releasing his reserves with my oral attentions he seemed to be able to exercise mastery over his cock as he moved over me. Feeling my wetness dribbling down over my perineum, I realised he was exuding his own lubricant to mix in with mine. The noise was soft, squelching with almost a crackle, like two pieces of cellophane rubbing between fingers, as he smoothed himself in and out down there.

The mattress, an expensive coiled spring style, and together with the sprung bed frame, served to add the delicious rhythmic double squeaking sound as he pounded me, hard and fast, (now and again, I love a good pounding). Punctuated by my panting and small squeals of delight. While as I gasped for breath, with his head down between my collar bone and shoulder, he grunted with each powerful drive of his hips.

"Uurgh, ooof, uurgh ooof ooof mmmm, ooof."

Such was our energy that the headboard banged against the wall, and the bed squeaked louder and louder. To his credit, he kept it up for a good 12 minutes or so, his tempo increased as he lost control, and his automatic responses kicked it. Until he couldn't hold on any longer, and I felt him swell inside me, as he drew back, and his rim flared. My head was buried in the pillow, and my back arched as I gripped him deep inside me. His eyes widened and I saw tears as he ejaculated, spurting great washes of semen into me, bathing my vault with the hot slippery fluid. He couldn't prevent himself from jerking and convulsing as the experience overcame him, and he was unable to control himself. His breathless uttering loud in my ear as he orgasmed.

"Oh Christ, God, fucking hell! Jesus I can't stop, oooh, Lucy, Lucy, oooh. Pheeew!"

Gradually he slowed down until he lay motionless on top of me. I could feel our body juices, thick and heavy, flowing out of me, dribbling slowly down my perineal skin, over my bottom and soaking into the crisp white sheet underneath me. Holding him close, as he mumbled into my shoulder, I felt his tears against my skin. Such was the emotional release for him, as I had given him a full sexual experience, which he had never completely enjoyed before.

We cuddled, and kissed, quick pecking touches of our lips, interspersed with long deep tongue tingling probes. He slowly recovered enough to pull himself out, bringing a flood of liquid with him. We whispered together, those soft words that lovers exchange, and that are intensely private. He stroked my flanks, as I ran my fingers through his hair.

Raising himself up, he took my hips, turned me until I was face down, and pulled my bum up towards his pelvis. Positioning himself on his knees between my open legs, he slowly introduced his penis into me again. Coming in from behind meant he was able to go deeper. Having enjoyed our first time so much, I wanted him to give me an orgasm, so I angled my hips up and lowered my tummy so that the tip of my clitoris just rubbed along his urethral pipe on the underside of his shaft.

"Is this alright Lucy?"

"Yes, it's fantastic, keep going."

Impressed that he was able to do me twice, even after I'd released him orally, I relaxed and began to enjoy the feel of him moving inside me. His lower stomach, and pubic hair brushed against my bottom, as he started to thrust with deep strokes. I moaned rather loudly, the sensation was awesome.

"Are you alright Lucy, it's not hurting you?"

"It's almost perfect, just take it slowly, let me feel all of you inside me. Slowly, slowly, ohh mmm."

I usually prefer missionary, only taking it from behind as part of a full work up, when I do, it's usually my being spooned, with slow deep gentle movements. Having him take me like this was the exception to my preferences, but my goodness, it was good, incredibly good.

Pushing my bottom up against him, it stimulated him, making his erection harder. I encouraged him, as I enjoyed the sensations he was giving me.

"That's it, long strokes, ooooh, ha, ha, haah! Push in more deeply, slowly, oh! It's so lovely, keep going if you can manage it."l

Bringing my knees closer together, I could feel his hairy thighs rubbing between my legs. Looking under my stomach, my breasts were swinging in time with his scrotum, and I could see the skin on my tummy rippling as he passed back and fore inside me. A stream of lubricant was flowing down my pubis, and tummy until it got to the swell of my stomach just below my navel. There it dripped down onto the sheets, in a thick, almost sticky thread, additionally some spilled out onto my inner legs, flowing down almost to my knees, before following the curve of my mid thighs, and running off my skin down to the mattress.

Surprisingly, he maintained a steady determined rhythm, holding himself back. I hadn't thought he would be able to last long at all, given that he had already produced two ejaculations, and his energy should have been drained. Beginning to feel a build up of tension inside me, a warm ever-growing sensation. I began to tremble, almost shiver as my knees turned to jelly. Hearing him groaning with effort as he struggled to keep going, the feeling within me, told me that I was going to have some sort of climax, totally unexpectedly and outside my control.

Moaning together we collapsed onto the sheets, breathing fast and heavily. I could feel his weight on my back and buttocks. Pulling his left arm under my chest and putting his hand on my right breast. I rolled to my right, taking him with me, still inside my body until we were spooned. Lifting my left leg over his thigh, I hooked my foot behind his knee. Opening my hips to him, freeing him to move his pelvis more freely, as his belly pressed against my bum.

I whispered instructions to him.

"I know you're holding on but just keep going for a few minutes more. Keep it slow, full-length strokes, until you can't hold any longer."

"Mmmmm."

He tried his best, and up to a point achieved what I wanted, but he was almost completely exhausted. Feeling his chin digging into the back of my neck, as he tensed and gritted his teeth, told me he was close to his limit. I struggled to speak, almost breathless with delight.

"Perfect Neil, it's wonderful, I really love it like this, you have so much more control of me. If you can't hold back anymore, let your body takeover, but if you go faster, try and keep your thrusts, long, full stokes. Ohhh! that's it, lovely, oh lovely."

It hit me like a thunderbolt, a flash of heat that swept up my legs into my groin and belly, before scorching through to my breasts, making my scalp tingle as I tried to cope with the intense physical sensations. Shrieking with the power of my body convulsions, I almost fainted, and as I floundered around bathed in sweat, I squirted over the stem of his shaft, soaking his scrotum with the thin clear fluid.

Almost as if my ecstasy triggered him, he orgasmed and feeling his penis swell in me, as his rim flared, I felt happy for him as he achieved his long overdue satisfaction. Realising that he was ejaculating, but because his seminal vesicles were almost empty, he found it uncomfortable, almost painful.

I reassured him, comforting him with soft words of gratitude.

"That was lovely Neil, thank you, thank you so much."

He lay still behind me, arms around my body, one hand caressing my breasts, the other flat on my belly, stroking me, soothing me, comforting me as I came down. Slowly his cock shrank away inside me and plopped out with a gush of my body fluids, mixed with the small amount of thick semen he'd injected into me.

Snuggling behind me, he was slowly drifting off to sleep, and I whispered to him.

"Are you alright Neil?"

He mumbled his response to me, a little incoherently, but I made the out the words.

"I think I'm in heaven or dreaming Lucy."

Falling asleep, he let go of me, and Rolled onto his back, falling into a deep post coital slumber. Waiting until I was sure he was settled, I slipped out of bed, and went into the bathroom, where I pee'd, washed my crotch and inner thighs. Dried my body, and slipped back into bed with him, closing my eyes, and holding his penis and testicles. I took a light nap for a few hours. As I drifted off, I saw the time on the bedside alarm clock was almost 7:00pm, we had been indulging ourselves for more than three hours, not counting the foreplay on the sofa.

He stirred beside me, as I lay close to him, my fingers stroking the wispy hair on his belly, exploring his lower body. He was spent, even after sleeping for several hours. There was no doubt in my mind that he wouldn't be able to take me again. I thought about queening him, but I doubted if he could have managed me, even with that.

Opening his eyes, he looked blearily at me. The memory of what we'd done still strong in his mind. I whispered to him.

"You've been asleep Neil, how do you feel now?"

"My belly aches and so do my balls Lucy, I never remotely thought that that was going to happen, and with you. You always seemed out of my reach, someone so lovely, but untouchable. To be truthful, I didn't know that sex was like that, it was a completely new feeling for me."

"Just lie still for a bit, let yourself wake up properly."

I cuddled him for a while, and we kissed, softly. Putting my hand down to his groin I gently massaged his shaft and scrotum. His eyes alive with the feelings, he turned to me.

"It's difficult for me to understand that I've had you, it was so out of the blue, like a dream. To have any young woman would be amazing, but to have had you. Well, it was incredible, I can hardly believe it, after enjoying your companionship together each lunchtime, it was so unexpected. I promise I'll never forget it Lucy, never."

Smiling I just soothed him.

"Shhh, shhh, it's all right you were magnificent. I enjoyed every inch, and every minute of you, and you were able to satisfy me."

"You're so young though, I didn't think you'd look twice at me, even after all the lunch breaks, we've shared. The time we spent with each other, it never crossed my mind that you'd step over the boundary and let me take you to bed."

I didn't say anything, just drawing him close to me, and enjoying the warmth of his body. Time wore on, and I looked at the bedside clock. It was close to 10:00pm. We'd been together in the apartment for nearly nine hours, and most of that in my bed. Sitting up, I spoke to him.

"Time to get going Neil. You take a quick shower, and I'll bring your clothes in from the lounge."

"I don't really want to leave you, but you're right, I have a lot to do in the morning."

He went into the bathroom, and I heard him run the water. Rising to my feet, I collected his clothes and laid them out on the bed. He came back, looking relaxed, and dressed himself. I took a pair of comfortable cotton panties out of my drawer. Pulling them on, I couldn't help noticing a tinge of disappointment in his expression as I covered my nakedness.

Taking a thick towelling bathrobe from the wardrobe, I drew it on. Followed by the slippers I had worn earlier. Calling an uber, we sat together not saying much. It was over, he'd given me an orgasm, (not an easy thing with me, I'm lucky of it happens 30% of the time with a man), but I had begun to lose interest in him, I just wanted him to go. It seems a little callous but that's how I am, I'd had what I wanted and given him what he needed. I saw that he seemed a little forlorn, but I knew he'd recover himself after a few days. He asked.

"Have you got a notepad handy?"

"Yes, there's one on the bureau, there's a pen there as well."

Walking to the desk, he wrote down his new address, and phone number. Turning he handed the sheet of paper to me and spoke.

"If you want to come down to stay with me, give me a call, it's a lovely part of the country. I'd love to show you around there Lucy."

My phone sounded to announce the arrival of the uber, and taking my keys to the door, we left the apartment. I took him down to the main door, there was nobody around. He kissed me goodbye, and I watched him get into the car, and drive away, a warm smile of almost triumph on his face, before going back up to the apartment.

Returning to and unlocking the front door. I stripped the stained sheets off the bed and put them into the washing machine to run overnight. Remaking the bed, I slipped off the robe and slid gratefully between the crisp clean bedding. Shortly after I'd started to feel drowsy my phone pinged with the end of journey alert from uber, I confirmed payment, adding a tip. Placing my mobile on the bedside table and pulling the duvet up to my chin.

As I settled down, starting to drift off to sleep, my phone rang. It was my dad.

"Lucy? Where are you?"

"At the Knightsbridge apartment dad, I've just spent the evening with a friend."

"Are you coming home tonight?"

"No, I stay here, and I'll be back in the morning."

"I'm leaving early tomorrow, I've got a golf match with some associates."

"No problem dad, I'll see you when you get home."

"Won't you be out clubbing with your friends."

"No, I'm a bit tired and I'd like a quiet evening in, with you dad."

"Mmmm, that'll be nice, you can tell me all about your evening with your friend."

"See you tomorrow afternoon dad, bye."

I slept soundly until almost 10:00am, a slumber filled with dreams and body memories, and a feeling of deep contentment. Experiencing a few follow-on orgasms, I accepted that despite his lack of experience he'd given me a good seeing to. Waking, it took a few minutes to orientate myself, and stretching luxuriously in the warm bed, reluctantly I got up.

Taking a long hot shower, I washed myself clean. I was still oozing a little of Neil's semen, a sort of lover's parting gift from him. However, I rinsed it away, dried myself, and applied talc to my body. I dressed simply, mainly because that was all I had in my wardrobe. Although my father and I keep clothes at the apartment, I hadn't replaced any of the outfits I normally had there, after using it as a base for evenings in the city.

Slipping on a marl grey nylon lace trimmed tanga, and tight grey leggings, with a baggy sweatshirt, without a bra. I was ready to pack and leave. Taking a hessian shopping bag from my cupboard, I packed my used underwear in the bottom, and my skirt, blouse, jacket, and shoes on the top. Putting on a pair of trainers I prepared to leave for Hampstead. Lastly emptying the washing machine, I put the sheets into the tumble dryer and switched it onto an iron dry cycle. The cleaners would empty it and press them during their twice weekly attendance.

Leaving the apartment, I walked to South Kensington tube station, taking the circle line to embankment and changing to the northern line there. It was a journey of around 45 minutes. I noticed I was attracting a bit of attention from a few fellow travellers, I have a prominent pubis, and it was a bit puffy from the previous evening's exertions, so it showed through the front of my leggings (if I hadn't depilated, the Lycra was so tightly form flitting my bush often showed under the material). It didn't bother me, it never really does, men stare, it's just one of those things we put up with, normal events for a girl.

Arriving at Golders Green station, my journey was followed by the 15-minute walk home. I arrived at around 2:00pm and emptied my bag, ready to drop into the dry cleaners (the underwear is specialist clean) on Monday. Finding the sheet of notepaper in my handbag, I carefully tore it up and put into the kitchen pedal bin. I didn't need it, I was never going to see Neil again, and I was sure he'd find someone else when he settled into his new home. Brewing a jug of coffee. I settled in the lounge and waited for dad to come home.

He arrived around 4:30pm, flushed with success at winning his match. I poured him a fresh coffee and brought it in to him. He babbled a bit about his golfing that day, and I listened patiently as he described how well he'd done. Eventually he got around to asking me how my evening went.

"So, Lucy, who was this mysterious person you entertained in our town apartment then?"

Telling him how my lunch breaks had been made so pleasant by Neil, and then describing our time together the previous evening, I saw his eyes light up, and knew it was turning him on, he liked to listen to my experiences with men. Looking at me he placed his hand over his crotch and spoke.

"God Lucy, you are outrageous in the way you treat these poor men. Almost cruel in fact, you use them and then simply throw them away."

"I'm not sure about that dad, but I think he'll have a few happy memories of our time together."

"After that, I wonder if there anything left for me?"

I smiled at his wistful expression, we hadn't 'been' together for a few weeks, and I knew that he wanted to celebrate his victory, and to celebrate it with me.

"Of course, daddy, would you like another coffee?"

"Go on then, I'll just use the loo, give yourself a few minutes Lucy, and I'll take it in the kitchen with you."

He gave me a slow wink and squeezed my knee through the Lycra leggings. Getting up he went to the guest toilet giving me time to get ready. So, I scampered upstairs, undressed, and put on just a short pink and white half sleeved silk robe. Rushing downstairs to the kitchen and standing in front of the window over the sink.

Hearing him come in behind me, I thought it sensible to close the venetian blind. I leaned forwards to the rod that controlled the slats, my robe riding up as I reached over the sink. He saw I wasn't wearing anything underneath it, and I heard him pull his zipper down as he walked close behind me. Steering me towards the kitchen table, he gently pushed me forward onto it until I was face down. As I was enfolded in his arms and feeling his stiff penis tapping against my bare bum, I knew I was in for a busy evening.........