Thusday touches with S . . .

S was back from his holiday and messaged to say he was anxious to show me his “tan”. I teasingly texted back “Mmmm, is it ALL OVER” . . . knowing that having been with his family, and in-laws, this was highly unlikely. “No, but I need soothing lotion” was his reply.

We arranged to return to “our hotel” after both agreeing that trying somewhere new the last time hadn’t been as “comfortable” . . . but that we’d meet first for our usual pasta near The Heath.

I started getting those little flutters in my stomach as I changed in my office, and “freshened-up” and re-did my makeup, as most of my colleagues left for the evening. It’s partly excitement, but partly nervousness . . . I don’t know why after all these years, but . . . I do still get them when I’m meeting S for an evening out.

I changed into my pink jacquard skirt along with the pink drop earrings and necklace set that he’d bought me years ago. He always remembers the jewellery he buys me, (unlike J who only buys it when I make him . . . and then forgets about where they came from within just a few weeks!)

S was waiting at the table for me when I arrived at the restaurant. He actually did look quite tanned. He stood to tell me how stunning I looked and how much he liked my dress. “Nice necklace” he said as we kissed hello. I turned my head from side to side in mock disappointment that he’d not mentioned the earrings. He laughed and said “and earrings”. I asked him if he remembered the occasion as we kissed again and he replied that of course he remembered all our occasions. I told him how “fit” he looked as we sat and asked for all his holiday gossip. He spent the next hour entertaining me with some hilarious reports of why “not to holiday with the in-laws”. I loved him telling me he’d spent the entire holiday thinking of our last Saturday afternoon meeting and how disappointed he’d been that I’d not been able to meet him before he left for his holiday . . .

. . . as we pulled into the carpark of the hotel I kissed his cheek and told him how good it felt to be back here with him and that he hadn’t told me yet where he needed soothing. We actually sat for a few minutes in the car kissing and fondling . . . his hands wandering more and more as he started becoming more amorous. I had to tell him to slow down and “take me upstairs” before the security cameras spotted us!

Once inside our room I had to convince him that I absolutely did need to shower, despite him saying it was already getting late. “It helps me relax and feel fresher about myself” I told him as I ran the shower and undressed. “Quickly, get in with me then” I teased him . . . and then “oh you ARE pleased to see me” as I saw he was already hard and completely erect as he stepped out of his trousers. It was a bit awkward and cramped for the both of us in the rather confined space standing in the bath under the shower-head, but he still quickly discovered that I’d had a fresh waxing during the week, soaping me with his hands down and all around me. “God it’s beautiful” he was saying as we twisted and turned.

Within minutes we’d towelled each other dry and stumbled across to the bed. I pushed him onto his back and sat over him sitting on his knees and stroking him with one hand whilst I rubbed his chest with the other. He wiggled his legs trying to slide me further up onto him as we leaned forward together to kiss. He reached forwards to take me by my hips and pull me further toward him telling me he wanted me to sit on his face. His tongue was flicking me all over as I leaned forwards and balanced myself with my hands on the pillow. I lifted myself up a little and leaned backwards to let his tongue slide further around me. He’d pull his face away to tell me how beautiful and smooth it was . . . and then slide his tongue up and down on me again. Then he lifted me up and asked me to turn round. I knew what he wanted but had been really starting to enjoy feeling his tongue sliding to where it was, that I pushed back down on him gently, trying to resist his request. But his hands kept lifting me back upwards so I sat back up and swivelled round to face his toes, sitting myself back down onto his face and sliding tongue. His willy was standing up erect in front of me, and although I find it hard to concentrate on doing two things at once, I leant further forward to slide my mouth over him and reached round with one hand to hold him in place. I could tell from his muffled gasps and the quickening flicks of his tongue that he was enjoying my mouth sliding up and down on him.

His tongue had reached his favourite spot in me now and I began to feel it probing and pushing. I was pushing back on him as well, and had to lift my mouth away from his willy as I began to feel myself giving-in to his tongue. I lay my cheek down on his tummy, gasping and groaning in time with his twists and thrusts. I could feel his hands on the cheeks of my bottom, just gently holding me apart, and his face lifting up and down on me. Suddenly though I could feel him twitching and though he wasn’t making a sound, I lifted up to see him dribbling with little white gushes from his willy. “You’re coming!” . . . as soon as I said it, he let out huge groan and started shaking more noticeably, but instead of spurting in quick splashes, the dribbling just continued in a little river of runny thin fluid. I reached round with my hand to hold him again and he shook again and started apologising in whispers that he couldn’t help it and had wanted to stop it but couldn’t. I told him not to be silly and lifted myself up on my knees and turned round to cuddle him and lie back on his tummy. He kept apologising and squeezing me onto him. I told him to “hush” and just to “be still and enjoy it”.

We just lay cuddling and whispering . . . the conversation slowly becoming more and more normal as we talked on. He said he hadn’t come for ages, he’s often told me before that he usually has to “play” with himself in the shower for several days after our meetings. But he’d been thinking about us getting together so much over the past few days that he’d had to consciously stop himself in the shower each morning, “but it still hasn’t helped”. I giggled and told him that it had been lovely and really sweet to see him coming like that.

The conversation returned to family and end-of-school events and our plans, and hopes, for the summer. We continued chatting for some time like this until his casual stroking with his hands on my back and shoulders slowly became firmer and more adventurous. He slid down the bed slightly to start licking at my nipples and I began to feel myself getting aroused again. I was telling him to “chew me”, pushing my boobies into him and then pulling away so that I stretched my nipple to it’s very point before popping-out from his mouth. I’d gasp and then lean forward feeding him the other nipple, and after a few moments of intense sucking, I’d pull it away from him again and twist to repeat the process. He had both his hands around my back, clamping himself to me and rubbing his upper thigh against my pussy, back and forth between my legs. I was getting really carried away now and lay backwards, pushing his head down over my tummy to my lips. I rolled completely onto my back as he buried his face into my pussy. I was groaning loudly how lovely it was as I held his shoulders, enjoying feeling him pushing up against my hands and allowing me to push him down into me again.

He then lifted up and asked me to turn over onto my knees again. I could smell the freshness of the pillow as I leant forward into them, opening my knees and releasing myself completely to his fingers and then sliding tongue. I could hear myself gasping and swearing as I felt the fingers of one hand sliding into my pussy and then his other hand spreading my cheeks wider and probing with his finger. “Oh fuck, push it” I was urging him . . . I could feel his upturned bottom hand sliding fingers into my pussy and his top finger probing down. “How many?” I was gasping. He was kissing the cheek of my bottom and teasing me “how many what”.
“Fingers in my cunt” I hissed back at him. I know he likes me talking like this to him, but the feeling was so intense I was gasping it out with the enjoyment of it all, losing control of myself . . . as well as wanting him to know how much I was feeling it. “God, what are you doing to me?” I was moaning, almost gurgling . . . and then just exploding, almost screaming as I had to pull forward off his fingers, pushing his hands away and curling my knees up into my tummy. I could feel him squeezing my shoulders as I rocked back and forth. Apparently I was clenching so hard that my fingernails dug into his forearm and he had to pull away and let go . . . before curling-up behind me to cradle me again. My rocking back and forth sent both of us into a doze . . . but the alarm on my mobile seemingly didn’t allow us very long before it woke us. S complained that our evenings always seemed to be over before they’d begun and that he could easily arrange a “sleep-over” as he told me I’d suggested at our last meeting. I whispered that I’d try and sort something out. We slowly extricated ourselves from the bed and dressed and gathered our things.

The journey home was short and as the street lights didn’t seem to allow us any shade as he pulled the car into a space at the top of my street, our goodbyes had to be brief, but we kissed and agreed to arrange another evening soon.

Unusually, J wasn’t waiting in his usual spot on the sofa. I climbed the stairs and could see from the light under the door that he was already in bed. He explained that our son was still out with friends, so he could hardly wait in the front room like he normally would. Knowing my son wasn’t yet home was an unwanted distraction (I can’t properly sleep until I know the children are safely back). Still, I undressed and started answering J’s excitedly whispered questions . . . and as I pulled back the bedcovers I was greeted by my second man of the evening who was obviously “very happy to see me” !!

Best wishes - Edith
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