A short evening with S

The past few weeks had been really hectic leading up to Christmas. Both M and S had asked to meet on several occasions but I just wasn’t able to find a free evening. I’m expected to show my face at as many of our clients pre-Christmas drinks or parties as possible but knew I’d be able to slip away from one of our closest clients event on Tuesday evening and agreed to meet S in Covent Garden. The drinks and snacks had started shortly after 6 p.m. And I knew that after two hours of mingling I’d be easily able to make my excuses and leave for “home”.

S was waiting for me in the square and in the freezing cold we walked arm-in-arm around the square for a few minutes enjoying the Caroling and the crowded bustle of people browsing the shops. With the lights and the music and the crowds it suddenly did seem like Christmas after all and it felt really nice cuddled together listening to Christmas Carols whilst we discussed whether or not we should go for a meal. I’d been picking at snacks, S said he wasn’t hungry for food and so we agreed to find a cab to take us to the hotel he’d booked in Holborn.

We’d been here a long time ago and once in our room I told S I really felt like a warm bath. He’d come prepared with a bottle of wine in his coat and filled the glass tumblers in the bathroom whilst I ran the water. We stood embracing and cuddling and he undressed me while the water filled. He was cupping and stroking the cheeks of my bottom as I adjusted the taps and then stepped into the water. He was telling me how beautiful I looked and how he was always thinking of my naked body, as I lay back into the warmth of the bath. Of course the bath was far too small for him to join me but I told him he had to undress as well and that I wouldn’t get out until he was completely undressed as well. He draped a towel over the seat of the toilet and sat down to continue our conversation. We talked about the children, school and the neighbourhood . . . his wife is always up-to-date on all the local gossip and who is having trouble with their children, who is having trouble with their marriages etc. etc. S was topping-up our wine and I said “these glasses hold more than a wine glass, you don’t need to get me tipsy you know!”

I stood up and accepted the towel he handed me but told him he had to get in now and that I would dry myself. I playfully pulled at his willy as he stood up and told him he had to wash himself thoroughly. I wrapped two towels around myself and sat down on the toilet as he washed himself in the bath. He was complaining that it was too hot and asked me to run some more cold for him. He reached up to play with my boobs as I leaned forward to reach the taps and they fell out of the towel, and I told him I’d run more hot if he didn’t concentrate on his own “bits and pieces”.

He was soon stepping out of the bath and I stood up and told him to turn round and I’d dry his back. I rubbed the towel up and down and then round to his chest, playfully stopping just above his willy and balls. He turned round and unwrapped the rest of the towel from me, leaning forward to suck at my nipples. I let him have the briefest of tastes before saying it was too cold in the bathroom, so we made our way into the main room and across to the bed. I fell backwards and he slid onto me continuing his attentions on my nipples. I was soon holding his head between my hands and guiding his mouth from one boob to the other. I was wrapping my legs around his bottom and could feel him rubbing against me. I can sometimes get really carried away just by having my nipples sucked and nibbled at and I was telling him to “chew them gently” and then gasping as I felt him sucking on them hard. At the same time I was rubbing my pussy up and down on his leg and then sliding my hands down to the small of his back and pulling him into me. I pushed his head down my chest further and said “you can eat me now”. He asked where I wanted him to eat me and then slid down to start flicking his tongue over my pussy. I was telling him that he knew where, but he was teasing me with his tongue saying he liked to hear me tell him where. I was tingling and gasping and pushing down on his head. “Eat my cunt then”. He groaned loudly and I could feel his tongue sliding over me. I was really getting carried away especially as I then felt him pushing his fingers into me. He really does do lovely things with his fingers and I was lifting myself up from the bed and pushing back against him. He was asking me to “keep talking dirty, keep telling me what you want” and I was trying to answer him back while trying to let myself go at the same time. He was using both hands and I was straining my hips up off the bed and squeezing my hands around my own breasts at the same time. He was gasping out that he loved watching me like this and I looked down at myself rolling my nipples between my fingers and then looking up at his gasping and groaning face. He was now squeezing my clit the same way as I was squeezing my nipples and I was gasping out “don’t stop, fucking don’t stop”. I just came with a sudden rush and threw myself over onto my side, burying my face in the pillow and gasping out with loud groans. I felt him lying down behind me, stroking my arm and then kissing my neck, but I was just shaking and pulling away from him, saying “leave for a moment”. I suddenly felt as soon as I was saying it that it was the wrong thing to be saying, so whispered apologies and that it was a huge one and I just need to lay still for a moment. I heard him reply that it was “ok, you were amazing” . . . and then the next thing I remember is waking-up to the sound of the toilet flushing and suddenly realizing the bed next to me was empty.

I turned over and sat-up to see him coming from the bathroom already dressed. He was saying it’s after midnight and that he thought we’d better be getting home. I was stammering apologies that I’d fallen asleep and that I’d let him down and he hadn’t had a good time. He was handing me my blouse and laughing and saying he’d had an “amazing” time. I dressed still feeling that I’d let him down and apologising and saying that I hadn’t even had that much to drink. But he cuddled me and told me that he really had had a wonderful time and that he loved snuggling-up to me naked as I slept and snored.

For such a small hotel, there were actually quite a lot of people in the lobby as we left and stepped outside to hail a cab. I spent the journey home cuddling with my head on his shoulder and telling him that I had really enjoyed the evening with him, not just at the hotel, but walking through Covent Garden and for the first time I’d really felt in the Christmas spirit. I told him that J was taking the kids down to his brothers on Saturday for the football (his brother has a season ticket) and that they’d be staying over. Although J’s sister-in-law had wanted me to go and spend the day shopping with her, I’d declined saying I’d be able to use the day to get the house ready for Christmas (it’s our turn to host the family this year), so I asked S if he’d like “pop-round”. His eyes lit-up and he asked what time I’d like him to come. I kissed him on the cheek whispering that I’d like him to come as often as he could. We were whispering and giggling like lovers in the back of the cab and suddenly found ourselves in my road. We asked the cabbie to drive us on to the end and then walked back together to say our goodbyes outside my gate.

J was in his usual spot on the sofa as I walked into the front room. I snuggled into him and then lay back as he started to undress me. He asked me “did you have fun” and I told him that I’d let S down because I came really quickly and then fell asleep. He was laughing and kissing my tummy saying “well I’m sure you’ll make it up to him next time”. But when I said “I’ve invited him round on Saturday”, Js enthusiasm suddenly stopped. “Oh, I thought you were going to get the house ready and do all your food shopping”. I was a little surprised at his reaction as I’d thought he’d find it quite exciting. So I said “well I’ll tell him it’s not possible then if you’d prefer me not to”. We’d both lost our feelings of arousal by now and so just lay on the sofa talking for a while. J saying it was ok if I wanted to, and me telling him that I could tell he didn’t really want me to and so I would cancel it.

For the first time in ages that I can remember coming home after a night out with one of my lovers, we ended-up going to bed and not making love. Now I was feeling guilty on two counts, one for letting S down, and then again for suggesting something without first asking J how he would feel about it . . .