A Reunion With a Difference for Me

We were attending a school reunion for my friend's grandfather and his cohort. He was approaching 70, and so as age diminished the numbers, the group had expanded to include several years from his school to make attendance meaningful. My friend, Vivienne, had known each other since we were at school ourselves. We had both attended an all-girls secondary college. We enjoyed each other's company, but as close friends, not lovers. We often went out together at the weekends, clubbing, and generally enjoying ourselves, occasionally picking up an attractive man along the way. Her granddad dad was very difficult to manage, even though he wasn't that old, I liked him, so when she asked me to accompany them, I didn't hesitate.

The organisers had booked a function room in the Four Seasons at Tower Bridge. My dad's company has a corporate account with the Four Seasons Hotel group, but this was one of the hotels that I hadn't visited before. The function room was large and comfortable, the walls wood panelled, with plenty of tables and chairs.

Dressed casually in mid brown corduroy slacks (which accentuated my bum) and a toffee coloured, light wool cotton roll neck sweater, I wore my hair up in a ponytail, held in place with an elastic scrunchie. I relaxed as my friend looked after her grandfather, making sure he got to see all of his old friends. He seemed delighted as he caught up with a lot of his old school colleagues. Watching, I drank my glass of white wine, enjoying the convivial atmosphere of the reunion. It wasn't long before nature caught up with me, I felt that urgent call to empty my bladder.

The restrooms were across the corridor from the event room in which the reunion was being held. As I walked towards the main doors, I noticed a man, sitting alone at a table near the exit. He was dressed well, in a lounge suit, a plain white shirt and a dark tie. A very handsome looking fellow, he had silver grey hair, with darker shades of his original hair colour showing at his roots. He looked up as I passed him, and he gave me a warm smile, his eyes twinkling, and nodded as I returned his warm acknowledgment.

Entering the cubicle, I undid the front of my slacks, and unzipped, pulling them down to my knees, followed by my panties. I had been in a rush to leave home, so I hadn't given much thought to what I'd put on. As I'd woken early, (around 5:30am) it was barely dawn and I was still not with it, even though I'd had a refreshing and invigorating shower. I'd rummaged around in one of my lingerie drawers, the one where I normally stored my plain, comfortable cotton stuff. In the half light that morning, I felt the softness of the white panties, and without further thought, pulled them on.

Sitting there on the pedestal, I noticed the contrast between the flimsy white lace edged knickers nestling in the crotch of my slacks, and the darkness of the brown corduroy. A white frothy bundle of thin nylon. Not a choice to wear under trousers that I would normally have made if I'd given myself a little more time, but quite visually exciting, they were far, far too pretty to be hidden inside slacks or jeans.

Having held my water for quite a while, I felt less tense as I finally relaxed my muscles and pee'd emptying my bladder to the last drop. Drying myself with bathroom tissue, I stood and pulled my panties up, running my fingers around the legs and wiggling my bottom to ensure a comfortable fit. Followed by my slacks, making sure that I had covered my waistband, and didn't expose my underwear to view from behind. Pulling the flush, I went to the washbasin and washed my hands properly. Finally, picking up my handbag I walked out into the corridor then across to the function room.

As I walked through the doors, I saw the man I'd noticed earlier. Still alone, he was watching the people thronging the room. He looked quite disappointed, and a bit forlorn as he sat in the solitary occupation of his table. I stopped by him and spoke.

"Hello there, you seem to be sitting here all on your own, is everything all right."

"How very kind of you to ask, yes, I'm fine, but it seems that I'm the only one here from my cohort."

His voice was deep and soft, I shivered inside at the sound of him. before replying.

"I'm sorry to hear that, I'm Lucy by the way."

"It's lovely to meet you Lucy, I'm Alexander, Alex for short. Are you with anyone?"

"Yes, my friend's here with her grandfather, I'm just keeping her company, but she's managing quite well without my help."

"You're a very pretty young girl Lucy, if it doesn't offend you, may I ask how old you are?"

"It doesn't offend me at all, I'm 19, (this was last year), May I know the same for you?"

"Of course, I'm 57, I'm partially retired, I'd saved enough resources to relax when I was 55, and I have a house in southern Portugal, where I live most of the time."

"Partially retired? What was your profession?"

"I was a civil engineer, I still am, but I'm able to be selective about which projects to take on. What do you do?"

"I'm at university studying for a finance degree, when I'm not there, I work in my dad's offices, learning how his business runs. One day he wants me to take over from him. Perhaps when he partially retires."

"Oh, little rich girl then."

"I suppose that could be said, but it's not something I ever really think about."

"Well, I suppose it's something that you've grown up with, I can see that from your style and deportment. Your clothes look expensive as well.

"Are you staying in London or is it just a day trip?"

"I'm staying, here at this hotel actually."

"Really, that must be expensive for you."

"I got a deal, four nights in a trinity heritage suite, bed, breakfast, and evening meal. Have you ever stayed in a 5-star hotel Lucy?"

I knew he was trying to impress me, with an implication that he was no stranger to wealth, perhaps hoping to dazzle me in an attempt at seduction but I dashed that hope.

"Yes, I have, my dad won't tolerate my staying in anything less than that."

"So, your dad is really rich then."

"Yes, very, but he taught me monetary awareness, and he's made sure that I'm financially well off in my own right."

Our conversation was quiet, but intense, all through our brief time together I was aware that he was quite taken with my neck, of course, having my hair back in a ponytail didn't show it to its best. I admit that most of the time my hair is down, and hides one of my best features, but Alex had noticed it and seemed inexorably drawn to the sight.

Oddly, as he was a stranger I was wonderfully comfortable in his company, I felt drawn to him, and he had a strong presence about him. The sort that makes a girl feel very much part of his conversation, and special in his eyes. His eyes were incredibly attractive, deep blue, warm, and they crinkled up at the corners when he smiled. Altogether a lovely man, very definitely a a gentleman as well. I was Impressed by his grooming, his hair well cut, and the edges cropped and accurately trimmed.

His shaving was expert, no missed straggly bits, cheeks clear and free of all hair. He'd trimmed his nostrils, and ears so that he looked crisp and clean. His dressing manner was stylish and subtle, a mid grey lounge suit, with loose fronted trousers and a white shirt, double cuffed and discreet cufflinks, with a dark silver tie. Finished with black leather shoes, laced, and well polished.

We were so absorbed in conversation that we lost track of time. I found his personality magnetic, and he had that sort of appeal that made my genitals squirm with unrequited wanting. We clicked, and my mind began to have those thoughts that girls do, when presented with a sexually attractive man. I had completely forgotten my responsibility to help Viv with her granddaddy. The attractive personality of Alex had caused me to neglect my friend in the most appalling manner.

Vivienne came to the table, and nodding at Alex, spoke to me.

"Sorry to interrupt, but granddad's getting tired, and the reunion is wrapping up soon, it's nearly 3:00pm. So, we need to take him home."

"Yes, I'll come over and take his arm, while you go out and get your car. We'll meet you at the front."

Standing, I made my goodbye with Alex, I don't know why, or what got into me, but leaned down over the table and I kissed him on the cheek, to which he responded with a surprised but grateful smile. His eyes sparkling and his teeth, bright, clean, and even, flashed in the light of the function room, I noticed that they were his own, no plates or bridges.

She smiled and waited as I finished the brief interlude with Alex. Then handing her granddad over to me, she made for the door. Walking slowly, we set out for the front entrance, pausing occasionally for him to cope with his back pain. He suffered a bit from that, and twinges in his knees, but not enough to stop him reaching behind me to squeeze my bum. Bringing the memory to me of Viv's warning.

"Be careful with him mind, he can be a cheeky old devil, he likes to give the impression that he's a lot more fragile than he really is."

"I don't think I need to worry too much about that, after all I've known him ever since I've known you, I know what to watch for."

"I suppose so, still be careful, but he's a bit of a rogue, and he's always had a soft spot for redheads, he might try to feel you up if he gets half a chance."

Knowing he he was a real ladies man, and even at his age he would be able to charm the knickers of most girls if he wanted to. In truth he had a few pairs of mine that in the past he'd helped himself to from my bag, and one pair that I'd given him, fresh from my warm body one afternoon, which he'd asked me for. His face was a picture as I reached under my pleated skirt and pulled the navy cotton knickers down before handing them to him. His eager hands had clasped them to his face causing him to beam with happiness as he smelled the warm fresh aroma of my youth on the crotch.

That was one of the reasons I wore slacks that day, he liked to slide his hand up my thighs under a skirt, and if he could get away with it, squeeze my peach. I didn't mind that so much, I quite like having a hand up there, but not in the back seat of Adrienne's car, while she was driving. I thought that had she seen it, the shock would have been too much for her. Although she had warned me, she had no idea of the things that he'd done to me over the years. If he caught me in the kitchen at their sink, it was nothing for him to press his hips up against my bottom and simulate sexual movements behind me.

Frequently feeling between my legs, he would finger me through my panties, groaning with both frustration and pleasure. It wasn't all one way though, once, or twice, I had gently stroked him off, surprised that he could produce quite a bit of semen. He always liked that and wanted me to visit him at some point when Vivienne was out for the day. Whether I did or not is my business, and for the moment I intend to keep that to myself.

The wait at the door was brief, and the valet attendant brought Viv's car around, handing it over to her. She got into the driver's seat, and granddad and I slid into the comfortable back seat. The big BMW swished away, and we set off for home. Furtively he squeezed my thigh and worked his way up the inside of my corduroy clad legs, pressing his fingers into my crotch, and generally feeling around. I didn't speak, just thankful that the back seat was nice and dark, so that Vivienne couldn't see anything going on. Subsequently I picked up my car at their house, and after saying a quick goodbye, I drove home to Hampstead.

Arriving home, I found I couldn't shake Alex from my thoughts, I had so enjoyed his company, and the way he spoke to me. The more I thought about him, the firmer my resolve became. Looking at the time, I saw I had a few hours to get ready. He'd told me that he took his dinner at around 5:30pm, and the spent the rest of the evening at the bar, alone. It was just after 3:30pm, so having made my decision to get there between 7:00 and 7:30pm to join him, for an evening of conversation and who knows what. I began to prepare.

Undressing, I took my clothes off, pausing to check my panties. They really were a pretty piece of underwear, one that I hadn't really appreciated because I had only worn them once and after that they'd been tucked away in one of my lingerie drawers and effectively forgotten. Lifting them to my face, I checked them, finding that they smelled a bit 'muffy,' not unpleasant, but a combination of my natural scent, mixed with a faint odour of pee, (after all, I had been holding my water for quite a while), all underlaid by the fragrance of the fabric conditioner that I'd used when I had last washed them.

Thinking forward. I went to the scullery and hand washed them, rinsing them thoroughly and hanging them up on the special internal washing line my father had arranged to be put in, so I could dry my special frillies without risking getting them stolen from the outside rotary dryer. They would be dry by the following morning, smelling sweet and fresh. Turning, I saw that the blinds on the outside door were up, and I was completely naked, quickly leaving the room, I was thankful that nobody outside had seen me (I think).

Spending the remaining time purposefully, I showered throughly, towelled myself dry, and applied a non greasy body lotion. Brushing my hair until it was tangle free, and glowing with a lovely golden shine, I used a stick barrette, to put my hair up. Continuing with my body care, I plucked a few stray hairs from my armpits, and tidied up my private hair, trimming it into a neat soft curly light reddish gold triangle. Lifting my knees I cut back the hair between my legs, removing any long straggly bits until it formed a neat frame around my plump vulva. Having sugared my bottom, my final act was to trim and paint my toenails, I had decided to wear open toed strappy shoes with 3" heels, and I wanted my feet to look their best.

Choosing a dark teal evening silk wrap maxi dress, with a luxurious ruffled silhouette, and an asymmetrical hem by Trendaura. I dressed carefully, wearing a black lace bra and panties set with a matching slip, and black hold up plain welted stockings. I put my feet into the strappy shoes, happy that my toenails looked neat and well manicured under the ends of my stockings. I made sure that I had a spare pair of knickers in my handbag. Together with a ziplock bag for my dirties if needed, and as usual, a strip of bubble pack blue pills, just in case.

Calling an Uber, I arrived at the hotel near 7pm, and the door attendant smiled as i walked in, my dress making an audible swish as I stepped through the door. The sound exciting me, as it was deep and suggestive. Going through the foyer past reception and towards the entrance of the bar.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few heads tun to look at me, hardly surprising as the front wrap of the dress opened with each step, revealing a very leggy show to those hungry eyes, as I clicked my way across the floor. (The teal colour set off my hair, complementing the golden redness of it). I admit that I enjoy being looked at, the be centre of attention, wanted by many men, perhaps the stimulus to some sexual hope or desire. Walking into the bar, I spotted him, at the counter, alone and with a glass of Armagnac. It was quite busy there, so I hesitated for a moment, he looked up and saw me, his eyes widened in surprise and delight at the difference my clothing made to my appearance.

Ordering and paying for my drink, I sat next to him. Being provocatively dressed with my hair up, exposing the clear soft skin of my neck, certainly had my desired effect on him. One or two men stood up looking hopeful and moving towards the bar but sat down again when they realised I was with Alex. Sitting on the high stool I was conscious that the front of my wrap dress fell open, exposing quite a considerable amount of black nylon clad leg. His eyes kept straying down to it and he seemed enthralled by the subtle hint of black lace from my slip, as it peeked out at the top of the open slit of the dress.

He was a bit quiet, although that warm smile played around his eyes, so, opening a conversation I began with.

"Good evening, Alex, it's a pleasure to meet you again."

"My goodness Lucy, you look so different."

"Hmmm, you like?"

"I'll say, god you're so lovely."

Always happy to receive a genuine compliment, I nodded my thanks to him. We spent some time talking, I learned that he was single but had been in relationships with several mature married women. These neglected wives of some senior managers at sites he was in charge of abroad, had taught him a considerable amount about girls, and their more feminine subtleties, he had been a good pupil and so was comfortable in the presence of women. Predictably I suppose, he asked my status, I confirmed that there was nobody permanent in my love life, I was single and enjoyed casual no strings attached encounters.

We had a few more drinks, he flirted with me, discreetly, and I in turn flirted with him, my style being a little more forthcoming than his, before he excused himself and went to the end of the bar. He was talking quietly to the wine waiter, his voice low, causing the waiter to nod and leave the saloon. Alex returned to me, and I noticed the warm twinkle in his eyes.

"I know it's a bit forward of me, but I have the most marvellous view of Tower Bridge from my suite, it looks quite stunning when it's lit up in the darkness of the evening. I wonder if you'd like to come up and see it?"

"Yes, actually I would, shall we go?"

"Yes, come on, it's lovely at this time of the evening."

Rising, we walked into the foyer and over to the lifts. One arrived almost as soon as he pressed the call button, and we entered, he tapped his room card on the reader to authorise its use and selected his level. With that slight stomach turning lurch it rose towards his floor. Noticing he'd moved closer to me and slipped his arm around my waist, I said innocently.

"I was quite surprised to learn that almost all these lifts have cameras installed in them now."

He didn't speak, just smiled and nodded, but kept his arm around me, pulling me gently towards him. I could feel his body, strong, with a hint of danger, yet somehow comforting at the same time. I shivered slightly as I accepted that I was going to end up in his bed being pierced by him. At that time, I was completely unaware of how unexpected and thrilling that experience was going to be.

I waited as he used his room card and opened the door, it was cool and quiet as we went in. He hung his jacket up in the closet. Beckoning me to join him in the main room in front of the large plate glass windows. An ice bucket with a bottle of expensive champagne was on a stand by the main window, two flute glasses elegantly presented next to it. The view was as breathtaking as he'd said it would be, the bridge was lit up in the early evening dusk. Standing close and slightly behind my shoulder as we both enjoyed the stunning vista of the river and the lights.

Moving in front of the window, I took in the spectacular view, every bit as good as he'd said it was. Hearing the pop of the champagne cork behind me, I watched as he poured two glasses, and after he'd handed one to me, we drank the sparklingly dry fizzy wine, emptying the glasses.

As he pointed out various things on the river to me, he moved closer, his hands on my shoulders, his voice, low a deeply attractive. His hands smoothed down the outside of my upper arms, stroking my skin, and raising my awareness of him. Slowly he fell silent, and nuzzling my ear, he nibbled my ear lobe, before kissing my neck just behind my jawline. Slowly he moved his lips down until he was kissing the nape of my neck, and he'd casually moved his hands to my waist.

Pulling me closer, he turned me until I was facing him, smiling he brushed my brow with his fingertips, following my eyebrow over and down my cheek until they rested under my chin. Tilting my face up, he leant in and kissed me, his lips were firm, yet tender. He smelled gorgeous, he used a gentleman's soap, with a sort of cedar note and a hint of bergamot.

His fingers on my cheek, he moved his face back to see how I'd taken his advances. The romantic setting, champagne and his presence had served to make me dreamy and pliable, which he saw and began to exploit. Kissing me again, he didn't move too quickly, simply running the tip of his tongue over my lips, and very slowly introducing it to my mouth, almost at once touching my tongue with his. I literally melted in his arms, and he sensed that this was the right moment to move further along the pathway to seduction.

Slowly and with a slight smile, he undid the buttons on the front of my dress, exposing my black lace bra. He paused and took a good long look. Waiting for his next move, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a light covering of dark silvery hair. I ran my fingers through it, the soft silkiness of his body hair thrilling to the touch.

Taking my upper body by my shoulders, he turned me so that I was facing away from him. I sensed his presence behind me, feeling his hands on my shoulders as he slid the straps of my dress down, slipping it over my arms and leaving it to fall and settle around my waist. There was a moments pause, as he skilfully unhooked my bra, I shrugged my upper arms forwards, allowing it to slide down my arms and fall off onto the floor. I could feel him, his eagerness hard and insistent as he pressed against my bottom, making me fully aware that he was very definitely a man.

Kissing my neck, he cupped my breasts, holding them gently and feeling their weight. Mine are quite small, despite my label size, but I've been told they are beautifully shaped and satisfyingly firm to the touch. He sighed as he gently massaged them, causing my nipples to rise and become extremely hard. At the same time, I became quite moist between my legs as my body became aroused.

Moving his hands down to my hips, he gathered my dress and slip up with his fingers, inching the hems higher until he could reach around and pass his palm over my lower tummy, his fingers pressing against my fatty pad, feeling me through the lacy front panel of my panties. Cupping my pubis, his fingers worked their way between my thighs and rested on the centre panel of my panties. He was experienced and dexterous, fingertips pressing against my labia and clitoris, pressing, and stroking, until he could feel my wetness seeping through the soft lined lacy gusset.

His lips moved down my back until he reached the top of my hips, slowly, his hands came around to the top of my buttocks, and slowly stroked my back, all the while kissing up my spine. He brought me up to a level of desire that I'd only ever reached once or twice on the past.

Taking my hand, he led me into the bedroom, it was large and open, with a big window, again it had a stunning view of the Thames. Directly opposite the foot of the bed, was the built in dressing table, which had a large mirror fixed over it, affording me a view of us as we stood by his bed. A temporary moment of stillness followed, our eyes locked together, until he sat down on the bed.

Leaving me standing there, the top of my dress bunched around my waist, my breasts with nipples erect, I watched as he sat on the edge of the mattress facing away from me, covering his lower half with the sheet, and took his trousers down. Removing his underpants, he lifted them out from under the cover and dropped them to the floor. I was pleased to see that they were Sloggi's, clean, white and with an enhanced pouch to hold his genitals in place. Swinging his legs up he settled into the big bouncy bed. He smiled and beckoned me to join him.

Laying down next to him, I thrilled as he put his hand up my dress, feeling the soft black lace of my slip, and squeezing my pubis through my, by now, sopping wet knickers. Undoing the zip at the side of the dress waistband, I lifted my body slightly and he pulled the dress off. Followed by my slip, leaving me on my back, in only my panties and holdups. Reaching behind my head, I pulled the stick out of the barrette and allowed my hair to fall loosely down my back (it reached well past my shoulder blades).

Being unable to deny my curiosity further, I lifted the sheet and saw him for the first time. He had one of the most beautiful penises and set of testicles I had ever seen. Well above average, his shaft with skin a light tan, long, and reasonably thick, it was fully erect and dripping precum. I found it impressive for a man his age. Reaching for him, he gently pushed my hand away saying.

"No, not yet Lucy, not yet."

Looking up to his face, I saw he was smiling with that warm confidence that I had found so irresistibly attractive when I first met him. Feeling his hands on my ribs, just under my armpits. The sensation as his palms slid down my flanks, his fingertips hooking under the waistband of my panties. Followed by the slow dragging sense as the heavy wet lace slipped over my skin and down to my ankles, before being pulled off over my feet. I didn't see where he put them but at that point, my concentration was occupied by other more personal and intimate things.

Taking my stockings off, I rolled them into a neat ball and placed them on the bedside table. Lying back and allowed him to move closer to me. We kissed, long and sensuously our tongues enjoying the taste of each other, his hands found my breasts again, and he spent time stroking and massaging them. His foreplay was skilled, and he showed his experience, not rushing, but not dragging things out either.

Leaning back, I sank into the mattress, my head cushioned comfortably on the soft pillows. I made myself available to him, giving a smouldering look, I placed my feet flst onto the sheets, separated my knees, and reached out to him.

He reached over me and carefully moved between my legs. His body felt warm, and tense. The sensation of the tip of his penis touching me, and my labia opening like a tight spring rosebud. Resting there for a moment until he knew my labia were opening and softly caressing his helmet with the soft silky embrace of my warm wetness. Pushing in gently but firmly, the sensation of stretching was out of this world, not painful, not uncomfortable but very disconcerting. Moving further inside me, I could see his eyes, smiling as he watched my facial expression, looking almost amused as he saw me undergoing the effect of his slow steady intrusion. Our eyes locked together again, I couldn't control a soft inhalation of my breath as the feel of his shaft entering me, in those first few inches was just so exquisite.

"Iishhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaah, hhaaaah"

My innards tensed up, and he hit my muscles, tight, and seemingly almost impenetrable. He held himself there, pulling back slightly, then increasing the pressure as he advanced his penis into me, remorselessly and unyielding. Increasing the slow movement up inside my vaginal canal. Suddenly, my muscle snapped open, and with a slow yet smooth movement, he pushed all of his shaft deep into my small tight channel. His tip easily reaching my vault and stretching me inside as well as out.

He took things slowly after I had recovered from the initial shock of his entry, moving smoothly and purposefully. Taking full thrusts, pulling back until I could feel his helmet under my g-spot. He was so thick that I felt my labia stretching and pulling as each time his shaft moved outward, my soft pliable flesh seeming to stick to the side of his cock. Only needing to angle myself slightly, it was easy to position my groin so that the top of his shaft, rubbed over the tip of my clitoris, with each stroke, generating the needlelike electrically prickling sensation that's so overwhelming. He was exceptional in that he communicated with me as he moved against my body. Not in the same way as girls communicate, but still in a considerate and reassuring manner.

"Shhh, Lucy, relax, it's alright, you are such a lovely girl you deserve this, shhh."

"Ohhhh, hhhhhaaaa, oh my god, pheeeew, eeeish, oohhhh!"

"That's nice for you Lucy, isn't it? Just relax, let the tension go, it's alright, you're going to really enjoy this."

"Mmmmm, ooh yes, yes, yes, oooooooh, god, yes."

He settled into a slow steady rhythm, perfectly paced to give me extreme pleasure, as he moved inside me. He filled me so closely, that I could feel his entire length as it moved back and fore under my g-spot, I'm more sensitive on the left side of my vaginal wall, but he was so thick it didn't matter which way his shaft was bent. He touched my entire insides, I have to admit, it felt like I imagined heaven to be.

His head down in the well of my neck and shoulder, over his back I could see our reflection in the big dressing table mirror. His bottom, neat and tight, thrusting up and down, in slow regular movements, my calves gripping his buttocks and the soles of my feet, on either side of his thighs. My toes were curled, I could see the folds of skin on the soles of my feet as they crinkled up, and my legs and feet jerking, matching his movements as he buried himself deep inside me. The eroticism of the sight added to my already heightened senses of sexual excitement.

My back arched and I pushed my hips up into his groin, the sensation was wonderful, the long slow thrusting seemed to flow steadily through my body, rising higher with each movement. I'm normally noisy anyway, I can't help myself, panting with sharp gasps of enjoyment, but this was so different, so warm, fiercely passionate, each deep intrusion was like a scalding flash. I couldn't control my reactions, and regardless of the fact we were in a hotel suite, with possibly guests in the suites on either side, I gave vent to my delight.

"Aaaaaah........... aaaaaaah.......... ahhhhhh, oooowah...... aaaaaaaah!"

All the time his eyes smiled into mine, watching, gauging my response, and adjusting his physical presence inside me to ensure I was getting the full effect of his sexual ability. Feeling my heartbeat increase, and the rush of blood in my ears, I struggled to maintain my composure. He just kept probing away, and I began to feel a build up of tension in my bottom and tummy.

It was like a slowly growing ball, deep inside my lower body, somewhere between my bottom and hip joints. The tickling sensation as his penis passed over my cervix and touched the vault of my vagina, grew stronger and stronger. His eyes boring into mine, widening as he felt me reacting to his pumping actions. He knew I was close to a climax (not an orgasm, but just as nice).

Speeding up his pelvic thrusts, I could feel him swelling and beginning to shudder as he tried to hold his ejaculation back. His aim being to try and be simultaneous with me. He curved his back upwards and trembled as his semen burst out of his urethra. Feeling his twitching, and vibrating jolt as he injected his body fluids deep inside me. My body seemed out of control as I cried out, thrusting my hips violently up into his belly as of to make sure I captured all of his output, the relief of my tension was incredible, a warm flow that moved through me from my toes to my scalp, continuing to pulse, though in decreasing intensity.

Slumping onto me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, he struggled to regain his breath. I wasn't much better, panting in short rapid breaths. Feeling his penis still inside me, I slowly and gently kept the moment going, thrusting my pelvis, each movement sending surges of prickly sensations through my body, feeling mostly as though it was emanating from somewhere deep between my lower buttocks.=

Alex was very sleepy as he began to succumb to his petite mort, he was very experienced and enduring, but even though he was responding to me, he could only manage the odd slow thrust. His age seemingly against him, or possibly, and more likely he'd had too much Armagnac.

Slowly he raised himself up and began kissing in my cleavage, his tongue savouring the texture and taste of my skin, and the light sheen of perspiration exuding through my pores. Moving down over my tummy, he placed his lips over the crown of my pubis, his tongue caressing the cleft that led to my clitorial sheath. Moving to the side, moving my vulva over towards the centre with his fingers. I sighed as he licked inside my body crease between my upper thigh and my groin. I hadn't realised how sensitive that part of my body was. Usually, it's where the knicker elastic of the pantie leg rests, so we aren't aware of it under normal circumstances. He knew about it though, more evidence that his experience was substantial.

Achingly waiting as he worked his tongue around my inner thighs, I wanted him to caress my softness, the feel my silky skin, to taste me, to enjoy me. Tantalisingly he took his time, I was up anyway so every touch was like a kaleidoscopic view of heaven. My mouth was open, my eyes closed as I writhed under his lips, moving my hips from side to side, thrusting up into his face, seemingly wanting to draw his whole being inside me.

Raising his body, he smoothly moved up to cover me again, kissing me, so I could taste myself on his lips. Then the sudden jolt as he entered me again, this time blasting through my tensed vaginal muscle. He thrust fast, powerful, and deep. I didn't know how my body tolerated the punishment he was giving me. I could only move under him and moan, deeply and low. All the time as he reached a furious pace, his eyes bored into mine, hard, dark, but with his inimitable crinkly and warm smile as he watched me, rolling my head from side to side, totally enslaved to his long, thick, penis.

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and ran down into my eyes, Alex kept up his frantic thrusting, I could feel his power transmitting through my pelvic girdle, my belly wobbling with each pounding intrusion. Until he stiffened in my arms, his head raised, his jaw jutting out as he clenched his teeth. With a long mighty groan, he climaxed, injecting his warm semen deep into my vault, bathing my cervix with his seed rich fluid. I rolled my hips back to keep as much of him as I could inside me. His second powerful ejaculation of the evening, was reasonable but nowhere near as much as his first, he'd pumped so much onto me then that he didn't have a full load to give me, but having said that, it was more than enough to keep me quiet.

Holding me close, kissing me, my lips responding to his, his aftercare was wonderful, making me feel special and cherished. We continued to hug and cuddle, his hands, strong and hard, stroked my body soothing me and easing the journey as I came down. I hadn't had a proper orgasm, but the sensation had been marvellous, he was a master of the sexual arts, rare praise from me, which has been attributed to very few men.

Gradually he fell asleep, and rolled off my satiated body, leaving my fanny feeling empty, deserted, but craving to be filled again. He was so deeply asleep, his 'little death' rendering him helpless, that I took the opportunity to take a good close look at his penis. It was as thick, but quite long as well, easily over 7" surprising me that I had taken him with so little discomfort (normally 7" and over is too big, and uncomfortable, and I can't wait to get it over with). A further tribute to his mature experience and skill.

Reluctantly I accepted that he was finished for the night, but I did briefly take his penis and perform oral on him. He filled my mouth, but I was rewarded by his masculine taste, and that of my own female fluid, which liberally coated his shaft. Massaging his testicles confirmed that he was all man, they were firm, smooth and heavy, promising strong virility, and potency. He hardly stirred as I made my examination, but I finished feeling even more impressed by his manliness.

Quietly I got up, and being careful not to disturb him, tiptoed to the bathroom, relieved myself, and rinsed myself, using a hotel facecloth to wipe away the residual semen and body fluid from my crotch, inner thighs and from where it had oozed down over my bum.

Returning to the bedroom and eventually finding my knickers just under the side of the bed. Retrieving my stockings, slip, and dress, I padded out into the lounge retrieved my bra from the couch, and carefully dressed, making sure everything was in place, panties properly positioned, so that they didn't show too much VPL. Collecting my shoes, then slipping into the bedroom to check on Alex. He was still fast asleep, pulling the bedcovers up over him to make sure he was warm, I took a last longing look at his impressive manhood, then went to the door of the suite.

Quietly opening the door, and closing it carefully behind me, I stepped into my shoes and walked along the empty corridor to the lifts, leaving Alex to sleep and dream of me, and perhaps in the morning, wonder where I'd gone.

Calling an uber while I was on my way down in the lift, I waited with the doorman for the car to arrive, smiling at me, he asked.

"Leaving early miss?"

It was just after midnight, so replying.

"Why, what time does it go on until?"

"It depends which party, some of them don't finish until 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, but most of them end around 2:00am."

He winked at me as he finished.

"Tomorrow night is the best, they always finish in the early hours, I'm usually very busy on Saturday evenings."

At that moment, my uber arrived and he held the door open as I got in. I think he was hoping to see a flash up my dress, but at finishing school they taught us how to enter and leave a car with decorum, and in a ladylike manner.

As he closed the back door for me, he whispered.

"Hope to see you again soon miss."

I smiled and gave him a discreet wave as the car pulled away from the kerb. It was a quick journey home, despite the late evening theatre crowd. Sitting quietly until we arrived, I thanked the driver and walked up the drive to the front door.

The house was empty as dad was still away. Locking up, I climbed the stairs to my room, undressed, hanging up my dress, and placing my undies in the basket ready for washing in the morning. Turning on the power shower and luxuriating in the hot deluge of water, I soaked myself down, feeling the tension ebb away as I washed myself properly. Drying myself with the thick towels, I took the opportunity to examine myself. Finding that despite being subjected to an absolute monster of a cock, I had extraordinarily little bruising, no tears, or cuts, although my bits looked red and still engorged with quite a bit of swelling.

Taking a few moments to apply night cream, and Vanibiss to reduce any swelling there might be, I climbed naked into bed, sprawling legs wide apart on the crisp white sheets, and promptly fell asleep.

Waking refreshed in the morning, I rose, took a light breakfast and still completely naked, wandred around the house. Enjoying the intense feeling of wellbeing, satisfaction, and the loose fluidity in my joints. (I often go around the house naked, it gives me a sense of freedom). As the morning wore on, a feeling of longing. an ache stole over me despite my confusion about how good he'd felt, snd why I didn't feel uncomfortable taking him. I hungered for more of Alex, almost as if there was something unfinished between us. It was clear to me that I wanted to take his monster, all of it, to feel myself full again, and to be complete, to indulge in one last frenzy of carnal gluttony, with him as the main course.

Unusually for me, I did something that I very rarely do. I made the decision to return to his hotel that evening. He had been so good, I needed more from him. It isn't often that I meet a man who can keep up with me in bed once I get warmed up, still less a man who can have the better of me, making me helpless and desperately wanting more. Additionally, I was determined to make his reunion trip one that he'd never forget.

Retrieving the freshly washed knickers to wear under the dress I had decided on. I had put the lacy white panties that I'd worn at the reunion the previous afternoon, into one of my lingerie drawers. together with an empty perfume bottle. The fragrance had permeated the material and added to them a delightful sweetness and desirability. Bending, I stepped into them, gently pulling the insubstantial lace and nylon up over my calves and thighs, wiggling my bum to make sure they seated properly. Running my fingers around the legs and waist, I made sure they were fitting closely without any twists or wrinkles. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I was impressed by the appearance, leading me to wonder once again, why I'd worn such a beautiful piece of lingerie under the heavy corduroy slacks. Selecting a simple shortish white silk slip, trimmed with a delicate lace fringe I completed my underwear for the evening adventure.

Choosing to wear a tulip style white halter neck dress by Melissa Odabash, backless, it had a large bow at the top of my hips, and the halter strap was hook and eye with a mock bow behind my neck. I didn't bother with a bra, the straps would have shown behind me, and I couldn't be bothered to find a backless bra, even though I have several, equally I didn't want the fuss of fiddling around with the positioning to make sure it didn't show at all. So, braless was best for the situation. I didn't intend to have the dress on for long anyway.

Choosing a pair of 3" strappy white sandals, I considered what to carry in my bag, whether to have a complete change of clothing, or just fresh clean knickers. Finally choosing a pair of bright white cotton Lycra panties. As an afterthought I put a soft cashmere shawl into the bag, just to give me a little protection against the chill of the evening around the time i intended to leave. Checking that I had everything that I needed, I called an Uber and set off for the hotel, and hopefully another really wonderful evening of sex with Alex.

Arriving at the hotel front entrance. I slipped out of the back seat, I had been taught during deportment classes how the get out of a car in a graceful and sophisticated manner without showing my frillies to the world and their cameras. The doorman (the same one as the previous evening) took my bag and held the door open for me, as he handed it back, I slipped him three £20 notes, to which he nodded, smiled, and spoke.

"It's a pleasure to see you back here again miss, which function are you attending?"

"I'm just meeting a friend in the bar."

He smiled knowingly before responding.

"I understand miss, straight through the reception, along the lobby, and turn right at the end."

"Thank you."

"Enjoy your evening miss, I hope you have a great time."

He tipped his hat, winked and opened the main door for me, smiling warmly as I stepped in, and onto the polished floor of the lobby. (I suppose he'd seen it all in his time and knew what to recognise when he saw it).

Setting off, I walked to the bar and went in, my heels making sharp cracking sounds as I stepped elegantly to the counter. Again, several heads turned to look at me, so I stood briefly in the doorway enjoying the attention and admiration. Once more, few men began to stand, a few wives, looked firmly at their men, but I saw Alex, again, at the bar, alone, nursing a ballon of cognac and looking quite tired. He wasn't expecting me, and his face lit up when he saw me. I walked towards him and joined him at the bar. He spoke to me, his voice low and extremely exciting to hear.

"You came back Lucy, I'm so happy that you did."

"Well, I couldn't let you go back to Portugal without saying goodbye properly."

The bar tender approached me and asked.

"Would you like a drink miss?"

"Yes please, a brandy and babycham would be nice."

Smilingly, Alex said.

"I'll get that, put on my room number."

"No thanks, I never let a man pay for anything where I'm concerned, I value my independence."

"Yes, yes, of course."

He nodded and I tapped my debit card on the terminal to pay for the drink.

We talked quietly for a while, each slowly becoming overwhelmed by our lust for one another, spurred on by our body memories of the previous evening. We eventually found our conversation fading, to be replaced by our eye contact becoming warmer and more intimate. I pointedly looked at my watch, the time was creeping past 8:30pm. He mentioned that there were several parties, functions and formal dinners taking place, most of which I had been told, wouldn't finish until after 2:00am or later.

Once again, he whispered to the wine waiter, who nodded and left for the wine cellar. Alex smiled, and raised his eyebrows at me, cleared his throat, as wordlessly we gathered our things together and set off to the lobby and the lifts.

Alone with him in the lift, I threw caution to the winds, regardless of cameras or anything else, lifting my skirts and slip, I took my knickers off. Feeling the sensual softness of the silky material dragging down my legs and nesting in my hand, raising a powerful desire for Alex, as I handed them to him. The look off pure delight on his face as I passed him the frothy insubstantial white panties, was as exhilarating to me, as walking along the corridor with the feel of my slip brushing against my bare bottom. (There is something inexplicable yet sensual about not wearing panties and feeling my silky clothing brushing softly against my soft skin, I can't begin to describe it, but I find it sexually electrifying).

My heart was pounding, my stomach felt hollow, my mouth dry, and my knees weak and trembling with the excitement of what was to come. I could see his pleasure as the downy gossamer like lace filled his palm. He slipped them into his jacket pocket as the lift continued to rise. I noted his erection pressing against the front of his trousers and felt relieved that he was still capable after our exertions the previous evening. I could feel his desperate struggle to control himself as the lift arrived at his floor, and we hurried along the corridor to the door of his suite.

As we walked down towards his door, my hips bumped into his upper thigh, each step raising my awareness of him, and of his obvious desire for me. Our earthy bodily hunger for one another, rising with each step. His erection was prominent against his trouser front, his genitals, bulky and mobile as they bobbed from side to side in time with our strides. Resisting the animal urge to grab it and feel the life throbbing in his body was so difficult, but I managed to (with great difficulty). He fumbled with the keycard his hands trembling with excitement as he tapped against the sensor pad, and with a click it turned green allowing him to open the door, and step into the hallway.

We barely got inside the door of the suite before I reached around my neck and unhooked the halter strap. The front of the dress fell down, my breasts small though they are, almost bursting free. We hugged, and his fingers found my tubular pink nipples. Pouncing on him, I lifted my knee and pressed my groin against him, his hand automatically went to the underside of my thigh. Feeling his fingers stroking under my muscled leg. I relaxed as he pulled me closer to him, I could feel how pleased he was to be with me again.

Kissing me, his lips hot and full of passion, I opened my mouth wide to allow his tongue inside my mouth, he was an expert kisser. Tongue searching inside every hollow and the surface of my cheeks. Chasing my tongue around my mouth, catching it, and tangling together, our mouths warm, wet, and flavoured from the combination of his whiskey, and my brandy.

Lifting me bodily, he pushed my back against the hallway wall, reached down he undid his trousers and dropped them to his knees, stepping out of one leg before inserting himself into my vaginal entrance. He skewered me like a ripe juicy Maraschino Cherry impaled on a cocktail stick. Once again, I felt the discomfort of a penis larger than I was used to. Being so aroused my vaginal lips were fully engorged, folded back and open, I was incredibly excited and as soon as his tip touched them, I squirted, the clear liquid pulsing out over his shaft and splashing onto the polished wooden floor. I felt my body sliding over the softness of my silky slip, as he pressed me up against the hallway wall. My arm around his shoulders, his head buried into my upper chest, forehead against the wall, nose pressed into the hollow of my throat. His chin under my jaw, as my free hand held the top of his head, fingers enmeshed in his thick hair.

He hammered into me, I had my knees up over his hips, my ankles crossed behind his buttocks, and he had a full uninhibited access to me. He was fast, hard, almost brutal in his thrusting, a complete contrast to the previous evening. Every so often, he stamped his foot on the floor, coinciding with a particularly hard inward stroke, lifting my back further up the wall, and bumping my head back against the plaster.

We were like two frantically insatiable animals, this was raw almost violent sex, and I loved every minute and every inch of him. I didn't think he'd last long at that pace, but once again I was proven wrong, he was without a doubt a sexual expert, with vast reserves of energy and stamina. Clearly, he'd been as eager as I had been to renew his carnal education of me, and those body memories of me, had lingered, fuelling his powerful and deep passion as he pounded me against the wall.

I began to lose touch with my surroundings, the sensations in my lower body were increasing rapidly, and I began to experience kaleidoscopic flickering in the corners of my eyes. It had been 8 or 9 minutes, and he showed no signs of tiring. His belt buckle was rattling against the parquet floor, and I could feel the rough cloth of his jacket rubbing against my skin at the sides of my waist.

Suddenly he stiffened, gripping me tightly, his movements became rapid and forceful. Punching his penis up into me as hard as he could, lifting my back higher up against the wall. His eyes bulged and his face became red, as he tried to hold his breath. All unsuccessful as with a quivering jerking movement, he pulled back and ejaculated, his hot semen flooding my vault, and flowing thickly back down my birth canal, oozing out and over the inside of my thighs.

He held me tight, breathless his chest rose and fell as he gulped in huge lungfuls of air. With a deep guttural groan, he relaxed and having emptied himself we sank, still coupled together, slowly to the parquet. Cuddling together as the enormity of what we'd done together infiltrated our consciousness. We kissed and cuddled for quite a while, until we both felt ready to continue with our love making, our coarse rutting, our fucking.

Slowly we rose from the floor, removing my dress, and slip I hung them up on a hanger in the closet in the bathroom corridor, before, naked, I followed him into the bedroom, that same bedroom where the previous evening we had enjoyed each other's bodies until we were almost drunk with reckless, unbridled sex. Again, there was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, this time in the room, additionally a bottle of Hennessy cognac subtly placed beside it on the dressing table.

Alex kicked off his trousers, and took off his shirt, socks, simply dropping them in a heap on the floor, and held his hand out, beckoning me to come with him. Walking together, naked, we walked across the bedroom, towards the bed where we had spent the previous evening enjoying the novelty of each other's unfamiliar bodies.

I couldn't take my eyes off his penis, it was incredible, thick, and heavy with almost a threatening beauty, I longed to be impaled on it again. Pausing briefly, he opened the champagne, pouring himself a flute, and putting a measure of cognac in mine, before topping my glass up with champagne. We drank, almost greedily, I managed to overflow some of it which ran down over my chin, over my throat and onto my breastbone. Alex, leaned forward, and placed his lips on the spilled drink, following the trickle down between my cleavage and onto my tummy.

Lifting me in his arms, my body right up to his shoulders, he buried his face in my tummy, I could feel his lips and tongue moving over my skin. Slowly he lowered me onto the mattress, turning me onto my front. Crossing my arms, I rested my face on my hands and waited with increasing excitement as he climbed over my back, pushing my legs apart, and taking his weight on his knees and elbows, he covered me, his hips pressing into my fleshy bottom. I angled my hips up and back giving him a better access to my soft wetness. Taking his time, he introduced his penis into my hungry little vagina. I was open wet and ready for him. The smooth progression as he moved inside me was breathtaking in its effect, sending me almost delirious with with delight.

Feeling him settle over me, his body hair brushing against my skin, I moaned deeply, the sound coming from deep in my diaphragm. Slowly he began a long slow thrusting, pushing himself in and out, taking around four seconds for each full movement. In, one thousand one, one thousand two, out, one thousand three, one thousand four. (It may seem that four seconds isn't an exceptionally long time, but in that situation it feels like such a slow duration that it goes on forever).

His hands moved up my flanks, and cupped my breasts, gently massaged them, quickly moving onto a synchronised motion together with his plunging into my body. I couldn't help myself gasping with the sheer almost total pleasure he was giving me.

He was going to take his time with me, and I realised that I was helpless under his body as I felt his penis moving, powerfully, as he went deeper and deeper into me.

Feeling his movements inside me, I couldn't resist the urge to push my bottom up into his groin, my feet turned inwards, hooked over the back of his calves as I struggled to cope with the sensations to which I was being subjected. I panted long and loudly, whining in a high pitched tone. Responding to my reactions, he murmured into my ear.

"Are you getting there Lucy? Are you coming up?"

I couldn't answer coherently, just a mumbled expression."

"Mmmmm, oh ye.... Ohh god...... Jesus.... Mmmmmm."

"That's it girl, come on, come on, that's it! That's it!"

Slipping one hand off my right breast, he moved up to my throat, and squeezed gently, reducing my air supply and enhancing my sensations. I could feel his stomach muscles moving against my hips and lower back as he made slow powerful pelvic thrusts into me. Feeling the growing tension behind my pubic bone as he crowned in the top of my vaginal canal. Each bump, increased the hot electrical sensation, slowly spreading in my pelvic girdle and belly, I began to lose concious control. It felt like the bed was whirling around, each time it seemed to reach the head, I heard a high pitched almost whistling sound. With a shock I realised that it was me, and I was keening in a shrill howl.

Sensing my approach to a massive climax, Alex released his grip on my windpipe and kept thrusting slow and hard as I shrieked exultantly and orgasmed deeply at last, in what felt like a flash of white sparkling light. In one of the very few times of my life so far, I achieved a vaginal ejaculation, soaking his shaft, scrotum, and my own perineum.

Almost completely unaware of my bodily helplessness, he raised himself up, and taking my hips and shoulder, turned me face up. (I was grateful for that, because he didn't get semen on my back, I hate that).

Quickly covering me again, he pressed into my body, moving fast, oblivious to my reactions to the incredible climax he'd guided me towards, he thrust at me, powerful strokes, quick, almost frantic. His teeth gritting as he struggled to get over the threshold of his orgasm, eventually ejaculating with a great groan. It was almost a dry shot and must have been very difficult for him, but it sent me off into another wild paroxysm of bodily enjoyment. (Although it seems like a lot pf semen, most of them as they mature produce about a tablespoon full, it's just that it's injected into a small, confined space. It's still absolutely lovely though).

Fully aware of what he'd done to me, he lay quietly on top of my twitching body, still inserted. Stroking my hair, kissing me, brushing the back of his fingers over my cheek, he soothed and comforted me. Slowly, my pulse rate began to ease, my breathing slowed to a near normal level. Although I still had moments of sudden quivering vibrations, I became a little more stable as a feeling of calm warm wellbeing overcame my body. He was so considerate, his eyes (those wonderful eyes) that crinkled into such a lovely smile, as he watched me come down. The sight of them stuck in my mind, and I knew they were going to be in my memories for some time to come.

We lay like that for some time, I don't know how long, but I felt him relax and go soft inside me, until eventually he fell out of my body. Making sure that I was contented and comfortable he gently rolled off me, and cuddling beside me dropped into a deep sleep, undergoing his little death, as he began his recovery from his exertions. I knew from the paucity of his last ejaculation that I had exhausted and drained him. He was going to ache for days particularly in his balls and lower belly as his body recovered.

Laying in his arms for a while, I regained my mobility, my legs returned to normal and my knees felt less and less like jelly. Although, the effects of the sexual hammering he'd given me, continued to have its periodic waves of follow-on sensations. Gradually unentangling myself from him, I slowly and carefully sat up, swinging my legs around over the side of the bed. He mumbled in response to my movement.

"You're a lovely bit of fanny Lucy, you fit over my cock like a warm silky glove."

I wasn't sure of his analogy, so I smiled, nodded but didn't say anything. Continuing to get up from the bed, I put my feet onto the floor and carefully stood up. My legs were weak, and my tummy fluttering I walked slowly out of the room. He continued.

"I'm sorry Lucy, I can normally perform better than that, but you're so sexually alluring that I've spent myself, I'm sorry.

Looking back at him, he was spreadeagled out on his bed, limp and completely exhausted, and had slipped into a deep sleep. Completely naked, I tiptoed to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet pedestal. my urethra was tight and my bladder tense. Slowly reaching behind to the small of my back, I rubbed the base of my spine in small firm circles, until I relaxed enough to pee. Feeling such a relief, it was a bit rich, with the amount of brandy I'd drunk, but a rich warm soft smell. Finishing, I wiped myself and checked between my thighs. There was a bit of semen on the edges of my labia, mixed thickly with much more of my own fluids.

Standing I went over to the washbasin, filling a tumbler with warm water and returning to the loo, I sat down, and rinsed myself. There was no real flood of dribbling semen, a slight show, but he hadn't had much left after our frantic fucking in the hallway.

Glancing up into the big brightly lit mirror, I could see that my fatty pad was reddened and a bit puffy, my nipples and aureole were stiff, and a quite swollen. Without looking under myself, I knew that after I got home, I was going to have to apply a good quantity of Vanibiss to soothe my bruised and tender secret bits.

Returning to the hallway, I retrieved my panties from his jacket pocket, (they were too lovely to give away) and tucked them away in my tote bag. Debating whether or not to wear the white support panties at all but deciding that it was probably the sensible choice. After taking them out of the bag, I pulled on the spare knickers that I'd brought with me up tightly against my bottom, wiggling myself to ensure they fitted comfortably. Taking my dress and slip from the hanger. Pulling the slip up and slipping the dress back on. Positioning my breasts carefully (they were quite tender) so that I didn't show any side boob. I zipped up the waist and re-hooked the halter neck strap, positioning the mock bow so that it was centred behind my neck in line with the one above my bum.

Going back into the bedroom, I saw he was fast asleep, his penis, flaccid but still impressive. I'd really ruined his sheets, some of the stains were still wet, so must have soaked through to the mattress cover underneath. I wasn't bothered, after all, it was his suite, so I didn't have to explain anything to the hotel staff if they asked.

Leaning over to him, I whispered softly into his ear.

"Thank you, Alex, that was a wonderful couple of nights, I'll always remember you. I'm leaving now, but have a good flight home, and I hope you're not too tired in the morning."

Alex smiled, briefly opened his ears looking blearily at me, before smiling warmly at me and dropping back into a deep sleep. I briefly considered leaning down, and giving him oral again, but he was going to be sore down there when he woke up, the attentions of my lips would only have made that worse. Additionally, I could see he was completely spent, his flaccid penis, though still large, was limp and clearly unusable.

Before I left, I set a wake-up call on his room phone, to make sure he didn't sleep in too late and end up missing his flight.

Taking the shawl, I brought with me from my bag, I wrapped it around my shoulders, and softly closing the door behind me, I set off once more towards the lifts. Reaching the lobby, I mixed easily and inconspicuously among the guests leaving the various parties. Deciding that due to the late hour, I had called the car service, when I was in the lift. The doorman spotted me in the throng of people, and with a wink, pulled me to the front, waving the Lexus service car into the pickup point. He held the door open for me and murmured.

"Good night miss, hope to see you here again."

I settled back gratefully in the comfort of the back seat and relaxed when I saw it was one of the lady chauffeurs. Who, after asking where I wanted to go, kept a discreet and considerate lack of talking during the journey. Delivering me safely to my home just after 3:30am.

Letting myself in, I disarmed the intruder alarm, locked the door, and went straight up to my room. A quick warm shower, I climbed naked into bed, and apart from fairly regular follow-ons, dropped off into a deep uninterrupted sleep. Occasionally I dreamed, mostly his eyes, the way they crinkled with his warm reassuring smile, all underlined with the body memories of him, and what he'd done to me.

Waking late on Sunday, (well after lunchtime), I was slow to get up. My body felt heavy, and aching, and everything felt tender. However, I did feel a powerful sense of wellbeing. Taking the chance to examine myself properly, I was relieved to find, that despite the big penis of had in me, nothing had been torn, and my little pink place was recovering from being stretched so much. Although my labia were still engorged, they were sloely going down to their normal appearance. Thankfully, there were no bite marks or excessive bruising, even though my pubis was still puffy and swollen, my tummy felt full and my breasts and buttocks were a bit red from the attention of his lips, and the rubbing of his body hair.

Dressing simply in a plain cotton nightdress, and nothing else, I allowed the air to circulate around my body. Eating a light, late afternoon meal, I rested on the couch for most of the late day. Coping with the occasional follow-on orgasm (the experiences lasted well into the week, becoming milder but still enjoyable as the days passed). Although they made me hot and bothered, causing me to break out into a sweat, particularly on my back, they were becoming less powerful, and with longer intervals between episodes. Slowly I recovered and felt able to prepare myself for lectures in the morning, my first not scheduled until post 10:00am.

I took my time, resting comfortably in front of the TV, before at around 10:00pm I made myself a hot chocolate and went to bed, falling asleep almost straight away. Waking refreshed in the morning, I carried out my morning routine, cleaning my teeth, showering, drying my body, carefully because I was still tender.

Using more Vanibiss to soothe my soreness, then applying body lotion, massaging it thoroughly into my skin, and brushing my hair out, until it shone with its usual heathy lustre. Finally with my small personal brush, I gently brushed my bush, (scanty though it is) removing the tangles and leaving it soft and silky.

Dressing stylishly in soft cotton underwear, a plain midnight blue bra with matching cotton Lycra panties. (I needed something that gave me comfort, support, and absorbency, with a sense of security down there). Putting on white wool cotton mix socks, and a dark blue high collar blouse. I chose a pair of cotton poplin slacks, midnight blue to match my ensemble. Completing my outfit with a powder blue blazer, and black flat shoes.

Calling the car service. I was collected and delivered to university in good time. I spent the day in discussion with my tutor, and attending a lecture from an expert in gilts and bond investment. Mid afternoon using an uber, I dropped around to my friend Vivienne, to see how she and her grandad were. She opened the door, her face a picture of delight when she saw me. We went into her kitchen and as she busied herself making a pot of tea for us. We talked about the weekend and our plans for a night out later that week. I asked how her grandfather was.

Vivienne smiled and raised her eyebrows at me, before asking.

"He's fine. You seemed to be getting on well with that chap you were talking to at granddad's reunion on Friday?"

"Yes, he was very nice, charming in fact."

"Did you get his phone number?"

"No, but I did go back to the hotel later that evening. I surprised him, and we spent a few hours together in his suite."

"Really? Did you shag him?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, I did."

"Any good?"

"Good enough for me to go back again on Saturday night."

"That's not at all like you Lucy, two nights with one man, he must have been exceptional."

"Mmmmmm, yes, he was. Let's just say, if I'd been wearing a self-winding watch, it would keep going for several days."

"I'm so jealous. You lucky cow."

"If only you knew Viv, it's been almost two days, and I can still feel him, heavens, he was such an expert, and he was big, you know, down there. Such a lovely man."

"God, you absolute bitch."

"Now, now Vivienne, don't be like that, aren't you getting your drain rodded regularly then?"

"Not much at the moment, especially as I'm having to spend a lot of time with my grandfather. By the way, granddad enjoyed having you there, I think he liked that more than the actual reunion itself."

"Glad to be able to help."

"Did he feel you up as usual?"

I was a bit shocked by her question.

"You know about that?"

"Naturally, you're not the only one of my friends he does that with. Most of them don't take a lot of notice of him, but you seem to take it well."

"Of course, he can't help himself, even though I was wearing corduroy slacks, he squeezed my thigh, felt my peach and my mound. Honestly, I really didn't think you knew about that."

"Yes, I do know, I've seen him with his hand up your skirt at the kitchen sink. You don't seem to mind much."

"Well, it's nice, a hand up my skirt, I mean, you know, it's something I like, and it makes him happy."

With a wink, I slipped my hand up her skirt, smoothing my palm over the inside of her thigh, until I touched her pubis, and my fingers explored the soft silk gusset of her knickers. Giggling at the way her eyes closed and the slow smile that spread over her face, I asked.

"Come on Viv, tell me that you don't like that, and that you'd love a man to do the same to you?"

Ohhh, mmmm, yes, it's almost perfect. Does grandad do it like that to you?"

"Of course, that and more."

"He fingers you? Inside your knickers?"

"Yes, he's quite good at it as well."

"God Lucy, you're a complete nympho aren't you."

I just smiled in answer. Viv continued.

"Would you shag him? You know, really shag him, let him go all the way?"

"Maybe, if he could get himself up, and he could cope with me."

"I'll let him know Lucy, he wants to, you know that don't you."

"If it makes him happy, then why not Viv, why not."

"So, just to make sure that I heard you correctly, you'd let my grandad fuck you?"

"Well, I wouldn't quite put it in those terms, but yes, I like him, he likes me, I know it's an overwhelming ambition of his, he's a nice man, so, yes."

"You'd take his wrinkly old cock, all of it?"

"Of course, (it wasn't at all wrinkly, in fact he had quite a nice one)."

She thought for a few minutes, before replying.

"Lucy?"

Yes Viv?

"If you do, ....... well, when you do. ...... Can I watch?"

"I'll wait for your phone call Viv." .......