V returns
Thank you for all the messages . . . and suggestions . . . about the return of V to London this past week.
There have been far too many emails to reply to each of you, and as more are still arriving, I thought I should just let you all know that, unfortunately, I have rather disappointing news.
V and his three colleagues arrived as scheduled and the meeting at our office progressed throughout the day as expected.
During lunch he repeated his numerous text-messaged invitations over the past month, that he would like to entertain me at his apartment again at some point during the next three nights. I replied that I was free the next evening. J and I had been having such wonderfully exciting times talking about, and re-living, my brief encounter with V previously that I’d worked myself up into quite an excited state in the days just prior to his return. I’d decided that if our “professional relationship was in danger of being comprised” then it already had been! And that I therefore had nothing to lose.
The more I had thought about him, and his position, and his charm, the more I’d decided that I really enjoyed the flattery, and excitement and “danger” of the situation. This time, I decided, if I was to allow myself to become involved, then it would be on my terms. I knew from all his texts and emails, that his interest in seeing me again was simply sexual and had nothing to do with business. I knew from his reputation, and from working with him for almost a week “before” our tête-à-tête, that he was too much of a perfectionist to let personality come before business.
He was delighted with my acceptance and said he’d book a table again at “our restaurant” beforehand.
After concluding our day, I declined the invitation to join the others for an after work drink as I had to attend a long-arranged a meeting at my son’s school.
I was almost home when V called on my mobile. I knew he’d been taking calls from his office all afternoon, but assumed that to be just normal procedure. But he explained that due to an emergency issue that only he could resolve, he was going to have to return to Paris immediately in the morning. He was desperate to see me and wanted me to visit him at his apartment that evening. I told him that it was just impossible as I just had to be at school within the hour and then would not be able to just leave my family and turn around and go back into town.
He sounded disappointed, but resigned to both our situations . . . we agreed to talk during the next few days (as we would be anyway) and to arrange another time.
So . . . as I explained to an equally disappointed J . . . we are lucky to be able to enjoy spur-of-the moment occasions when they happen, so we have to accept that sometimes things we desperately want to happen, just obviously weren’t meant to be.
Best wishes - Edith
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Nice Evening with S
S had been trying to arrange an evening with me for over a month. We’d both either been busy with family or work events or the “timing” just hadn’t been right for me . . . But we eventually managed to get together on Tuesday evening.
We met in Hampstead at the same restaurant we’d eaten at earlier in the year. S knows I love jewellery and he’d bought me some earrings as a birthday present and we enjoyed a nice meal and just talked about family and school and work for ages. S had booked the same, new, hotel as last time, just a short drive from the restaurant but it was already quite late by the time we arrived there after our meal. He was embracing me and undressing me the minute we entered the room, but I insisted that I had to shower first (you know when you just “have to” shower!).
I showered first and normally would have waited in the bathroom whilst he showered, but I wanted to put on my new earrings for him, so I tidied-up my hair and face at the mirror in the main room and then lay back on the bed, wrapped in a towel, waiting for him. “They are really lovely thank you”, I told him, turning my head from side to side and displaying his new gift as he came into the room. He climbed onto the bed and immediately unwrapped my towel though, and we were soon kissing and stroking each other. I was feeling really relaxed and very aroused as he slid down my tummy and began licking and playing with me. He just plays so slowly and tenderly all over my pussy and I was soon getting completely worked up and gasping as his fingers stroked and probed. I was lifting myself up and down on his hands and feeling his tongue swirling round and round on me.
He wanted me to lift up further and turn over onto my knees but I was so aroused I was telling him not to stop and holding his head onto me and pushing my hips up into his face and tongue. It was so, so nice and I could hear myself come with loud groans and then push him away as I rolled over onto my side, before curling my knees up and asking him to “cuddle up behind”. We lay for quite some time, not saying anything at first, but then as he kept talking to me and stroking my arm and shoulders I eventually turned over to face him. We talked for another 15 minutes or so before he had to get up to turn-off my phone alarm which had gone off in my bag on the table. It was already midnight!!!
“I’m sorry the time has gone by so quickly” I was apologising as I’d felt it was my fault we’d been talking so long in the restaurant. I could feel him hard against my leg and I knew I just couldn’t get up and ask him to take me home now. I reached down and started stroking him . . . he felt really nice and smooth . . . and then I pushed him over onto his back and slid down to suck him into my mouth. He was protesting saying he wanted to play some more, but I told him I didn’t want that tonight . . . “I just want to taste you like this” I told him. He struggled and twisted a few more times, but as I continued with the rhythm of my lips sucking up and down on him I could feel him relaxing and beginning to enjoy it. I slid one hand around him as I lifted my mouth up to the head and cupped my other hand around his balls and just cupped them and squeezed them gently. He doesn’t enjoy me being too aggressive with him like this (J actually likes me nibbling and biting on him!), so I just continued sucking up and down increasing the pace and pressure a little as I felt him pushing himself up to meet my mouth sliding down on him. I can tell when he’s about to come and I just lifted away and pushed my boobs over him as he exploded with little spurts against me.
I like making him come like this against me. It makes me feel good that he’s enjoyed it so much and I love the feeling of my rubbing himself back over his cock and balls and tummy. It’s only when it suddenly feels cold and draughty against my skin that I want to wipe the rest of it up . . . at least on this occasion the towel I’d had wrapped around me was still close at hand. I lay down beside him again once I’d finished mopping the both of us up, and we just lay together side by side recovering.
Conversation began again after a few minutes and we agreed it was time to get dressed and make the journey home. “At least it’s only a short drive now.” And it was, we were home in 20 minutes . . . But it was still after 1 a.m.
J was waiting for me on the sofa, naked and expectant. I undressed for him and then sat down on his lap facing him and answering his questions on how my evening had gone. He was disappointed that we’d only “played” but as I told him that I’d had a really nice time and a really big come he began to concentrate more on me lifting myself up and down on him. He was quickly hard and we didn’t have to re-adjust ourselves at all for him to be inside me and guiding me by my hips as he lifted me up and down on his cock. I was telling him how I’d made S come and wiggling my breasts into his face asking “can you taste his come on my tits?” He came as he sucked and we just fell back onto the sofa together, snuggling up until he’d recovered enough to go upstairs. He collapsed into bed while I put away my earrings and sorted out my clothes and by the time I’d returned from cleaning myself up in the bathroom, he was fast asleep . . .
Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary
Labels: affairs, erotic, extra-marital, fling, fun, lover, naughty, sex, sexy, woman, wonderful
