My marriage is a sham and my life is a joke

I was due to spend a week in London visiting the head
offices of the company to present my ultimatum to the
board. From Heathrow I took the company limo to my hotel
in central London and settled in. I was a bit jet lagged
from the trip so I enjoyed a quiet dinner in the hotel
and an early night. The next morning, following an early
breakfast and a jog in Hyde Park, I dressed carefully and
conservatively for the first meeting. I took a taxi,
arriving at the company’s City office building just after
ten o’clock, leaving plenty of time to prepare myself for
the difficult first session.

I was met at the reception desk by a professionally
attractive girl in her early twenties who conducted me to
the boardroom where the meetings were to take place. She
was a trim young brunette with an exceptional figure and
stunning legs, sheathed in dark nylon and well displayed
by a tight short, but not too short, skirt. I could not
fault the company on the initial impression made on
visitors. Although physically attractive her
conversation was banal verging on the shallow and she was
less interesting on this account although by her body
language and non-verbal signals she clearly found what to
her was an important visitor intriguing. She was
obviously available and I was looking for a companion for
the evening. However, I decided to hold off and see what
developed, I could always see her again as I was leaving.

In the anteroom to the boardroom the receptionist, whose
name I immediately forgot, introduced me to the managing
directors PA. Mrs Edwards. She organized coffee while the
board was concluding their preparations for the day’s
crucial agenda and sat and talked with me while I took
the refreshments. She introduced herself to me afresh as
‘Julia’. She was about five foot nine, slightly plump
with styled blonde hair falling in soft waves to her
shoulders. She was dressed in a dark business suit the
skirt of which was just above the knee. She had taken off
the jacket revealing a white sheer silk tight-fitting
blouse with a neckline just low enough to display the
beginning of her cleavage. She was wearing dark sheer
tights and neat patent leather shoes with about a three
inch heel. As she stood to pour the coffee it was clear
that my initial feeling that she had quite an exceptional
figure was correct. She held herself erect with her head
poised on a long slender neck, square shoulders
supporting fairly plump prominent breasts clearly defined
through the silk of her blouse. She was wearing a bra
with lacy shoulder straps and delicate lace cups which
made an intriguing pattern through the silk. She did not
appear to be wearing a slip. Her body narrowed to a
slender, but not thin waist and then swelled to fairly
plump broad hips. As she turned away to sit down after
bending forward to hand me my coffee I saw that she had a
very well made behind, clearly outlined by her tight
skirt.

I collected my impressions while I sipped my coffee. When
she bent forward I had had a view of her cleavage which
showed great promise and her bottom was magnificent. She
had a musical voice and a ready laugh and the time passed
very pleasantly until it was time for me to meet the
board. Before leaving her I asked if she had plans for
later, thinking I might take her to lunch. She said that
the managing director was planning a working lunch to
explore my proposals in more detail, and it was clear
that while she was aware of the importance of the
meeting, she was unaware of just how critical it was
going to be for the company. I thought the she looked
disappointed. As the company secretary invited me into
the boardroom I motioned him to wait a moment and,
turning to Julia, I invited her for tea at my hotel later
that afternoon. She had booked my hotel so she knew that
it was respectable and I told her that I would send a car
for her. I could see that she was flattered and she
agreed with a quick smile just before the closing door
took my mind from her and I was forced to concentrate on
the business that had brought me to London. The meetings
lasted all morning, through lunch and I left at about
three o’clock to go back to my hotel.

I had a quick shower after arranging for a car to pick up
Julia. I dressed in a smart business suit with a
conservative tie as I knew that she would still be in her
office attire. I went down to the lobby just before four
o’clock in time to see a car draw up and Julia get out.
She looked as enticing and intriguing as I remembered.
She was wearing her jacket over her white blouse and
carrying a small neat handbag. I met her in the lobby and
she gave me a quick smile, seeming relaxed. “Is it too
early for a drink, or would you prefer afternoon tea?” I
asked her. “Let’s have tea” she said “I have something to
ask you and you may prefer not to start drinking too
early!”. “Intriguing” I thought.

I indicated the way to the conservatory and allowed her
to precede me appreciating the way her plump buttocks
moved smoothly under the thin material of her skirt which
was short enough to show dimples in the flesh of her neat
legs just behind the knees as she walked. The maitre
d’hotel conducted us to a table in the foliage close to
the murmuring water of a little fountain allowing us
considerable privacy. As he held her chair for her to sit
she slipped off her jacket giving me another view of her
cleavage and demonstrating from the way that her breasts
strained against the silk of her blouse that she was
indeed well-made. I ordered tea and looked into her blue
eyes. “Well, Julia” I said, “what is so mysterious. Why
should we not be drinking?”

“It is the company’s annual dinner dance this evening and
the chairman has invited you if you would like to come,
please do”. She said eagerly. “I would very much like it
if you would be there”. “I should be a little out of
place without a partner, don’t you think?” I asked. She
shook her head. “Lots of people go without partners. I
hoped that you would come so I have arranged a place for
you at my table with my husband, another couple and my
husband’s PA. You may not have known it but he is a
Senior Accountant with the company”. I certainly hadn’t
known it! I thought for a moment. This was an intriguing
and attractive woman who I should certainly enjoy getting
to know a lot better. What better place to start than a
dinner dance. “I should be delighted to come” I said.
“That’s marvellous” she replied taking an invitation from
her handbag and handing it to me. “All the details are on
there and we should have a lovely evening”. “We certainly
should if I have anything to do with it!” I thought.

The tea arrived and we had a pleasant hour while I
learned a great deal about her, her husband and their
lives. She was a charming and entertaining companion and,
all too soon, it was time for her to leave to prepare for
the dance. I called a car to take her to the station and
shook her cool hand. “I look forward to seeing you this
evening, Julia, and to meeting your husband”. She gave me
a quick smile, tapped her way down the hotel steps and
was gone.

I went to my room and had a brief sleep to refresh myself
then a long hot bath followed by a cold shower. I dressed
carefully in my dinner-suit and was ready just about in
time when the telephone rang and the arrival of my car
was announced. It was a brief journey only to the large
central London hotel where the function was to be held
and, on entering, I was shown to the ballroom, which had
been taken over by the company. Tables were spread around
a small but adequate dance floor and a small combo was
playing unobtrusively from a small stage in the corner. I
entered the ballroom and just stood looking round. I did
not have to wait long when there was a gentle touch on my
wrist. I turned to view Julia with pleasure. She was
wearing a stunningly simple black cocktail dress just off
the knee. It had a fitted low-cut bodice accentuating and
displaying to perfection, her splendid breasts. She was
wearing small stud earrings but no other jewellery. Her
soft blonde hair had been put up emphasising her long
slender neck and drawing even more attention to her
splendid bosom. She smiled at me.

“Come and meet my husband, Alan” she said, leading the
way through the crowd to our table. I followed,
appreciatively eyeing her splendid bottom. She introduced
me to the other people at the table. The other couple I
was polite to but they were instantly forgettable. I was
much more interested in the husband and his PA, Samantha.
Alan was tall and dark with a rather arrogant air and his
attitude to Julia was casual to say the least. He seemed
much more interested in his PA, a rather sulky-looking
red-head with a neat but not exceptional figure. I could
not understand his apparent preference for his PA when he
had such a beautiful wife. I followed the dynamics of the
situation through dinner with interest and it was clear
that there was strain in the air and Julia was far from
happy with what was happening. It began to be clear to me
why she had been so keen for me to be present at the
dance.

As things developed I found myself talking more and more
to Julia as her husband continued to ignore her. I
learned a lot more about their family life. I began to
appreciate that she was a rather unhappy insecure person,
which made her vulnerable.

At the end of dinner at the coffee and brandy stage the
music became more insistent and people started to dance.
I saw Alan give Samantha a rueful look, which was not
missed by Julia. He took his wife’s hand and they went to
dance. I smiled at Samantha but did not offer to dance
with her. She looked even more sulky but I just enjoyed
my brandy and had a few words with the company chairman
as he circulated among the tables. Samantha looked very
impressed and much more interested as he addressed me
with some deference. However, I was not interested in
Samantha! Julia and Alan returned to the table. Alan was
looking tense with compressed lips and Julia was slightly
flushed. They had clearly been having words on the dance
floor. I did not give them time to settle. “Would you
mind if I danced with your wife, Alan?” I asked politely.
He did not even look at me but just waved his hand in
consent. Julia’s flush deepened. I took her by the hand
and led her to the floor.

The band was playing a slow waltz and I took Julia in my
arms holding her firmly but not too closely. I held her
cool right hand in my left and my right hand was in the
small of her back above the swell of her splendid
buttocks. She was a good dancer and I am an expert so the
dance passed pleasantly. I looked into her blue eyes and
asked her suddenly “Are you happy Julia?” This was a
critical time. Had she denied her unhappiness I should
have left her to make the best of her life with an
unappreciative and, probably unfaithful, husband as I had
no wish to make things worse for her. However, although I
suspected that she was unhappy I was surprised when she
clutched my hand tightly, digging her nails into my flesh
and gave a convulsive sob. “Of course I am not happy, you
fool” she blazed “can’t you see what he is up to with
that little tart Samantha?”. “I think he is a fool,” I
said, “you are much more beautiful and intelligent than
Samantha and if he can’t see that then perhaps he doesn’t
deserve you.”

She looked searchingly into my eyes and I slightly
tightened my hold, pulling her gently closer until her
breasts were brushing my chest and I lowered my right
hand a fraction holding her a little more intimately just
above the swell of her buttocks. I led her to a shaded
and rather deserted part of the dance floor and drew her
just a little closer. I was going very slowly, as I did
not want to frighten her. I put my lips close to her ear
and whispered gently “Don’t be unhappy, pretty Julia,
there is no need. Let me make you happy. I can change
your life for you if you will only trust me”. She gave a
deep gasp. “You mustn’t say things like that!” she
whispered, “what about Alan?” I turned her so that she
could see their table and he was openly holding
Samantha’s hand while the other was on her thigh under
the table. Julia gasped again, flushed and went pale. “Oh
God!” she said “it’s happening again and he promised it
wouldn’t after last time”. “Julia,” I said, “if a man has
strayed once he will stray again. Let me make you happy”.
I drew her closer to me and kissed her ear feeling the
swell of her splendid breasts pressed against me. She
gave a deep sigh. “This is wrong” she whispered. I looked
across at the table.

Alan and Samantha had disappeared. She followed my eyes
and went pale. I led her to a vacant table. “Just sit
there for a moment” I said, and went back to our table
where the other couple were still sitting. I quickly
found out what had happened.

I went back to Julia. “His story is that there has been
an emergency at work and they have had to go back to work
on some printouts before the board meeting in the
morning. He said that he would not be home tonight.”
Julia looked concerned. “Do you think that that might be
true?” she asked tentatively. “I know it isn’t true” I
said bluntly “nothing is more important to the board than
my meetings with them tomorrow and it has nothing to do
with any fictitious printouts that Alan might invent.”
She gave a loud sob and looked at me. “What am I going to
do?” she said miserably. I looked into her sad eyes.

“I think that you need to think about things” I said” and
it will not do you any good to go home in the state that
you are in now. Let me book you a room here and you can
have a good night’s sleep and we can talk at breakfast. I
shall be free after three o’clock tomorrow afternoon, we
can decide later what you will do in the morning and
after that we can spend some time putting your life back
together”. She squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes
and I knew without her speaking that she had agreed. She
was still looking uncertainly at me and without
difficulty I read her mind. “You will need stuff for
tonight if you are going to stay here and some fresh
clothes for the office tomorrow”. She looked at me
gratefully. I took her hand and led her from the ballroom
to the reception desk. I booked her a room and ordered
the company car. “You can go home and get what you need.
It is still quite early and Alan will certainly not be
there”. She still looked hesitant. “Would you like me to
come with you?” I asked her. She smiled brilliantly.
“That would be wonderful.”

I helped her into the car and as I did, her breast
pressed against my arm. It felt wonderfully resilient and
springy. As she sat her dress rode up a little showing
the beginning of beautiful plump thighs. She did not pull
it down. I sat beside her in the darkness of the car as
she gave the address to the driver. It was only about a
fifteen-minute drive, which was over all too soon.
“Please just wait. I’ll only be a few minutes,” she said.
Just before she left the car I put my hand on hers “Bring
your passport, Julia, just in case”. She was distraught
and in a mood to agree with what was suggested and she
just nodded wordlessly. When she returned she was
carrying a suitcase, which I put into the boot for her.
She had changed into a neat dress, which complemented her
colouring and figure. As she got into the back of the car
I reached for her hand and put mine over hers on her warm
thigh. I put my arm round her and drew her to me so that
she was resting with her head on my shoulder her soft
full breast pressing deliciously against me. I could
smell the soft scent of her silky hair. She was trembling
slightly. I kissed her ear “Don’t worry, Julia” I
whispered “everything is going to be all right”. I tilted
up her chin and put my lips to hers giving her the
gentlest of kisses. She shuddered and grasped my hand
tightly looking into my eyes. I could see the
streetlights glinting from her shining eyes. “You won’t
hurt me will you?” She begged hoarsely. “Julia,” I said,
“I would never hurt you. Nothing will happen that you do
not want and nothing will happen until you want it to.
You are too stressed out tonight. We are going to go back
to the hotel and you are going to get a good night’s
sleep.

Then we will breakfast and I will go to the office. I
will do what I have to do in the morning and tomorrow
afternoon we will begin to plan to put your life in
order”. I kissed her gently again and she nestled against
my shoulder as the car drew up to the hotel. I saw her to
her room and took her case inside. She looked worn out
with the stress of the evening. I took her unresisting
body in my arms and kissed her very gently. “Sleep well,
Julia,” I said, “I will ring you in the morning and we
will breakfast together”. She seemed much more relaxed
now that decisions were being made for her and the door
closed on her brilliant grateful smile as I went to my
room to catch up on my jetlag. Before I went to bed I
arranged for red roses to be delivered to Julia’s room
with her early morning tea and, satisfied with my
arrangements, I quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.

I awoke early the following morning and quickly prepared
for the far from routine day ahead. I rang Julia’s room
and she answered immediately. She seemed overwhelmed by
the roses and it was clear that this was an unhappy lady
who had not been having much attention paid to her. I
told her that I would collect her when she was ready and
to call me. I plugged my laptop in to the ISDN line that
I had pre-ordered and attended to my e-mail from the
night before. I also interrogated the company’s personnel
records using my security code and filled myself in on
Alan and Samantha. I was just finishing when the
telephone indicated that Julia was ready. I had spent
some time while in my bath thinking things over and I had
decided that last night I had gone at her pace. She was
so frightened angry and confused that that had been the
right thing to do. However, morning brought the
realisation that it was time to introduce her to the
fact, however gently, that I was the leader in whatever
relationship we were destined to have.

I went to her room and tapped on the door. She quickly
opened it and stood aside with a quick nervous smile to
let me in. She was dressed more or less as she had been
the day before and it was clear that this was her office
‘uniform’. I slowly walked to her giving her time to move
away if she wanted to but she smiled a little nervously
and waited for me to approach her. I took her in my arms
and kissed her neck before whispering in her ear “Good
morning, pretty Julia. Welcome to the start of the rest
of your life.” I moved my kiss to her cheek and then,
looking into her clear blue eyes, to her lips. For the
first time I made my kiss rather more demanding, moving
my lips insistently against hers which slowly relaxed
allowing me first to touch and then to brush her lips
with my tongue. She gasped at the rather more intimate
contact. I was holding her firmly so that the fullness of
her silk-covered breasts formed delicious soft mounds
against my chest and I moved my hand from her waist so
that she could feel my thumb brush the lower curve of her
full breast. She gasped again. I kissed her again in the
same way, without pressing further, and she relaxed more
in my arms comfortable now with the caress. I slowly
released her “Time for breakfast and a little talk” I
said with a smile. She smiled back, still nervous and
picked up her small handbag. I allowed her to precede me
to the conservatory where we were shown to the table deep
in the foliage that I had reserved much earlier that
morning.

She was too nervous to eat and just ordered orange juice
and croissants so I joined her, reserving coffee for
later. I let her talk knowing that what she had to say
would have been building up in her all night and it would
be easier for her if she let it out – and it all poured
out of her as she sat destroying a croissant in her
twisting fingers. “What am I going to do about Alan?” she
asked miserably “he went off last night with that little
tart Samantha. It is not the first time that he has done
it either. He has had a string of similar women since
soon after we were married. It is not as though there is
much in our lives. He is never home and when he is we
have nothing in common. For years we have had separate
rooms and sex has been a joke since he started his games.
He never bothered much before and he doesn’t bother at
all now. I’m so unhappy”. She gave a loud sob and a tear
rolled down her cheek, which I blotted away with a
tissue.

I looked across the breakfast table at the
extraordinarily beautiful but unhappy woman. “Julia” I
said ” if you will just trust me I will make everything
right for you. You can have Alan out of your life
forever. I will give you the opportunity to live the life
that you deserve and you can decide whether to take it or
not. There will be no pressure and the decision will be
entirely yours. This is the plan for today. I have
meetings until three o’clock. I arranged with the
chairman last night that you be seconded to me as my PA
while I am here so we will be spending a lot of time
together and we can get to know one another. There is no
need for you to come in to the company today and I should
prefer it if you didn’t because I do not want you being
upset by Alan. Whatever you decide after this week I
think that you know in yourself that Alan is part of your
past and has no place in your future”. He face had begun
to brighten while she was listening to me and she nodded.
“You are right, Jeff” she said, using my name for the
first time “do you know, I believe that you are right.”

“Spend your time quietly in the hotel relaxing this
morning, go for a swim or use the gym if you like. Have
a fairly light lunch because we shall be having dinner
early tonight. I have tickets for a concert, which I
am sure that you will enjoy. After today I have no
commitments until the weekend so we can sleep in
tomorrow”. I paused for a moment; this was rather
delicate. “You may need some clothes and I don’t think
that it is a good idea for you to go back home. Regard
this as a loan if you like and pay me back when it is
convenient”. I slipped my gold card across the table to
her. “Go shopping for whatever you think you need and
meet me back here at three o’clock. We will have tea and
we can continue our chat then.” “I couldn’t!” she gasped.
“Please do” I said “it would please me a lot.” She smiled
and put the card in her handbag. I got up from the table
and leaned over and kissed her soft cheek. “I have to go.
The maitre d’hotel has just signaled that my car is here.
Have a nice day and I’ll see you back here at three
o’clock.” She smiled and took my hand, which to my
surprise and delight she pressed to the lower curve of
her soft breast. I smiled into her blue eyes as I cupped
my hand against the fullness of her bosom and kissed her
again before I left.

Following the conclusion of successful negotiations,
which meant that I now owned the company, the limo took
me back to the hotel. I went to the reception desk and
reserved the honeymoon suite for the rest of the week but
still kept our two rooms. On entering the conservatory I
saw Julia immediately. She smiled shyly at me and came to
meet me. I took her in my arms and without any prompting
from me she pressed her full firm body against me and
raised her lips to mine. Her mouth slowly opened and she
accepted my deep intimate kiss, her breasts heaving
against my chest. I kissed her sweet mouth a moment
longer and led her to a private booth in the ferns where
we could sit side by side. She sat close to me, a lot of
her inhibitions seeming to have disappeared.

She was dressed in a thin yellow silk dress, which
admirably complemented her colouring and showed off her
figure to perfection. I put my hand under the table on to
her thigh, which she covered with her own pressing it
into her soft flesh. Her attitude had certainly undergone
a change form the morning and she had obviously been
doing a lot of thinking. The waiter brought us drinks and
then left us alone. As at breakfast, when she began to
talk she could not seem to stop. It was like lancing the
boil of her unhappiness. “I can’t stand it any more,” she
said, “I have been thinking about it all day. My marriage
is a sham and my life is a joke. Since I married Alan it
is as though my life has been on hold and I can’t put up
with it any more. You have done nothing except show
understanding and kindness without asking for anything in
return. But I want more from you than that. I think that
I am reasonably attractive and my life has been passing
me by. I know that you are only here for a few days but I
want to spend the days and nights with you.”

“Are you sure about what you are saying, Julia?” I asked
her, “because if we spend the next few days together then
your marriage is over. You will never be able to go back
to Alan”. “If you do not want to spend the next few days
with me my marriage is over anyway. While I was out this
morning I threw my wedding ring into the river. I will
never go back to Alan. Please help me, don’t turn me
away”. I looked into her eyes. “If I spend the nights
with you Julia, I will want to make love to you, you know
that, don’t you?”

“God, yes!” she said breathlessly “but I don’t just want
you to make love to me. That is what my mother used to
call it. I want you to fuck me hard over and over again.
I want you to do anything you want to me and I want to do
everything to you that I can to please you”. In the
privacy of the foliage I put my arm round my beautiful
companion under her armpit directly on to her breast
which I began to slowly and firmly squeeze. With my other
hand I tilted her lips to mine and gave her a slow deep
searching kiss sucking on her hot tongue. She gasped and
pressed herself against me. I continued to feel her while
I broke the kiss and looked deep into her blue eyes.

“Are you sure about this Julia darling?” I asked. “there
is absolutely no pressure on you at all.” “God yes!” she
gasped again “after the last few years I think that I
need a good hard fuck more than anything else in the
world.” Now that she had begun to talk I was interested
how quickly her language had become very basic. It was
clearly a reaction to the restrictions of her marriage
and I knew that it would bring added spice to our
relationship.

“Wait a moment, darling,” I said and withdrew my arm from
round her. “Please just excuse me for two minutes.” I
went to the reception desk and instructed that after we
had gone out for the evening that our belongings should
be moved to the honeymoon suite and I cancelled our two
separate rooms. Returning to her I sat down and the
waiter brought the drinks I had ordered. When he had left
us I put my lips to hers again. Without hesitation her
mouth opened under mine and her tongue entered my mouth.
I put my hand on her thigh and slowly moved it up until
it was on her plump stomach just above her pubic mound I
pressed my hand a little harder and she gasped. I took
her little hand and kissed it.

“You look beautiful, darling,” I said, “just right for
this evening”. She looked a little disappointed and I
knew what was running through her excited mind. I pressed
my lips to her hair. “It will be all the better for
waiting, I promise” I whispered. She put her hand on the
top of my thigh as close to my prick as she dared and
squeezed. I smiled; I could wait.

I let her precede me to the dining room admiring the way
the sheer silk clung to her thighs and to the cheeks of
her bottom. We had a light dinner and it was time to
leave for the concert. I knew that she was bilingual in
English and German from her CV on the company personnel
records so she should enjoy the evening. I had booked
tickets at the Wigmore Hall to hear a performance of
Schubert’s “Die Schone Mullerin” sung by Peter Schreier
on one of his rare visits to London. I was sure that
Schubert’s longing soulful music of love would sound a
requiem in her mind for her dead marriage, and would
enable her to begin to draw a line under the unhappy
times allowing planning to begin for a happier future.
She was entranced by the music as I thought that she
would be and, as I had chosen a short concert it was
still quite early when we caught a taxi to return to the
hotel.

Immediately we were in the darkness of the taxi she
became bold, pressing herself against me and lifting my
hand and pressing it to her lips and then to her breast.
I began to thoroughly feel her full breasts through the
thin silk of her dress. Her nipples instantly erected
against my roving hand. Taking my cue from her I thought
I would see how much she meant by her apparent descent
into crude language in the conservatory. I squeezed her
breast firmly and put my other hand on her knee. “You
have beautiful big sexy tits, darling” I whispered “I
could feel you and play with them all night.” She gasped.
She was so excited that as she put her hand on my thigh
it landed a little higher than she perhaps intended and
she felt my prick under her fingers. She gasped again but
did not pull her hand away. In fact she began to slowly
fondle my prick and balls through my trousers. I moved my
hand slowly under her dress enjoying the sexy feel of her
nylon-covered thigh until I reached bare flesh at the top
of her stocking just below her cunt. I slowly moved my
hand up until I was touching her panties and then I
casually cupped her cunt in my palm as I pressed my lips
to hers in another deep kiss. Her eyes widened as she
felt my hand on her cunt under her dress and she spread
her thighs slightly. She was still gently feeling my
prick. I took my lips from hers and whispered into her
ear. “I have your cunt Julia darling. You are mine now to
do as I please with.” She squeezed my erect prick
wordlessly.

I saw that we were approaching the hotel so I gently with
drew my hand and allowed her to compose herself. She put
her hands demurely in her lap as the taxi drew up and the
commissionaire opened the door. As she walked into the
hotel she was still blushing from the events in the taxi.
She looked absolutely beautiful.

I knew that she was too excited to wait any longer to be
alone so I led her to the lift and took her up to the
penthouse. I had collected the key earlier before we went
out and when I opened the door she suddenly realised
where we were. She walked in and looked around
wonderingly. As I had arranged, there was champagne on
ice, which I opened, and a light supper laid out for
later. The room was softly lit and there were red roses
everywhere. She just walked round in a daze, looked in
the large bathroom and looked at me in amazement. “You
have arranged all this for me?” she whispered. “For us,
darling” I corrected gently, walked to her and took her
in my arms drawing her closely to me. There was something
I knew I had to mention. “It’s all right,” she blushed,
“I’m on the pill.”

I began to kiss her at first gently and then more
thoroughly. As she panted under my caress, I dropped one
hand to her bottom and began to fondle her plump buttock
through the thin silk. “You have such a lovely arse,
darling,” I whispered. She kissed me even more firmly
sucking on my tongue and I knew that this kind of
language turned her on, that it was what she wanted to
hear. I released her for a moment and slipped off my
jacket and tie and then taking her in my arms again I did
not hesitate but, looking into her eyes I slid the zip
down on the back of her thin dress. It fell from her
shoulders and I let her work it over her hips and step
out of it. I just looked at her in appreciation. She was
quite simply an amazingly erotic sight in a sheer thin
peach-coloured bra through which I could see her nipples
protruding, high-cut thin matching panties pulled deep
into her cunt the fleshy outer lips of which I could see
clearly defined through her sheer nylon. Her stockings
were supported by a lacy suspender belt in the same
delicate colour. The fact that she was overall very
slightly plump gave her a deliciously voluptuous air.

I slipped my trousers and shirt off, just keeping on a
pair of boxer shorts through which the contours of my
prick and balls were very evident. I sat down on a large
comfortable armchair and drew Julia gently on to my knee.
I put my arm round her on to her breast and began to feel
her sexy tit through the thin silk of he sheer bra. I
began to kiss her, a kiss, which she returned
enthusiastically and she gasped as she felt the stirring
of my prick against the cheeks of her bottom. I put my
hand on the inside of her nylon covered thigh and slowly
moved it up on to the naked soft flesh above her stocking
just below her quivering cunt. Looking into her eyes I
slid my fingers inside the leg of her panties and gently
drew my forefinger down the grove of her moist available
cunt. She gave a loud gasp into my mouth against my kiss
and a shudder went through her body as I slipped my
forefinger between the lips of her cunt and began to
gently finger-fuck her. I was going very easily so that I
did not hurt or frighten her but she was rapidly getting
worked up and was eager for more shuddering against my
exploring finger. “Oh God!” she gasped against my lips
“you are so good, so gentle.” “And you are so sexy, my
darling,” I whispered. I continued to work her up with my
finger, feeling her sexy tit and looking into her eyes as
I kissed her when her eyes suddenly widened, she gave
another loud gasp and went rigid as she came in my hand.
She burst into emotional tears.

“That was so lovely. I have never felt that before. Alan
could never do that for me.” I cuddled her close one hand
resting on her tit and the other just gently cupping her
wet cunt, smelling the sweet smell of the perspiration of
an excited woman. “You are with me now, darling, and that
is just the beginning.” She began to cry quietly but I
knew that they were tears of joy and relief. “I am so, so
happy,” she whispered,” I wish tonight could last for
ever.” “Trust me, darling” I said quietly, kissing her
ear, “everything is going to be all right.”

As she calmed down I looked into her eyes, reached behind
her and unhooked her bra. I gently slid it off down her
arms and her full breasts fell into my hands. They were
quite simply magnificent, full and firm with hardly any
sag tipped by prominent nipples surrounded by large pink
areolae. “Raise your arse, Julia” I whispered and I slid
off her panties. She was now naked in my lap apart from a
suspender belt and sheer dark stockings. I let her see me
looking leisurely at her body. Below her fabulous tits
she had a small swell of a round little stomach
accentuated as she lay back against me. Her plump thighs
were slightly apart and I could see the open groove of
her wet cunt surmounted by a little bush of curly blonde
pubic hair. “What an enticing little piece you are, Julia
darling,” I whispered, “I will never get tired of playing
with your sexy body.”

I gently lifted her from my knees. “Go and lie on the
bed, darling and I will get us some champagne,” I said.
She smiled at me and walked to the bed and lay on her
back, propped up with her thighs slightly apart. I poured
our drinks and took them to the bed. “Take off my shorts
darling” I said quietly. She pulled my shorts down and
looked in astonishment at my prick. It is just over eight
inches long when erect and, more to the point, is very
thick. I am circumcised so there is a large threatening
head like a small orange. I have correspondingly heavy
balls and thick pubic hair extending back to my arsehole.
When I am excited, and I have seldom been in a better
situation, there seems no end to my powers and I am
capable of several ejaculations in a single session. I
sat on the bed and looked at Julia but did not touch her.
She reached out her hand and put it gently on my semi-
erect prick closing her soft fingers around the shaft.
“Oh my God, it’s huge!” she gasped as she slowly began to
wank me. She certainly was not shy and it was clear that
while her physical sex life with Alan appeared to have
been minimal, she had an active imagination and few
repressions and was ready to enter into the spirit of
things.

I lay down beside her on the bed and drew her into my
arms. I kissed her softly on her moist, open receptive
lips, briefly touching the tip of her tongue and then I
slowly drew my tongue down the proud column of her
slender neck to the centre of her cleavage where I gently
licked the salt of her perspiration. She sighed and
grasped my prick tighter, digging her other hand into the
flesh of my thigh. I could feel her fingernails gouging
at my muscle. I softly ran my tongue across her full firm
breast until I reached the nipple and began to run the
tip gently round the roughish pink areaola. She began to
wank me with more purpose. I glanced up into her
sparkling excited eyes and slipped my hand between her
parted thighs on to her expectant cunt. I began to gently
finger-fuck her again as I took her breast into my mouth
and began to suck firmly on the prominent nipple teasing
it with my teeth and lips.

Her cunt was so moist and receptive that I had no
difficulty in adding a second finger and I began to
finger-fuck her more firmly using the whole of my
fingers. Her knees parted spasmodically and she drew her
heels up to her arse splaying her thighs widely and
displaying her cunt and arsehole. I continued to suck and
tease her tits moving from one to the other until her
nipples were hard and erect. She began to lose control of
her breathing again and her eyes widened. She stopped
tossing me off and I knew that she was getting near the
edge and was unable to focus on anything except the
powerful sweep of the unfamiliar emotions possessing her
body and piercing her to the soul. I sucked her tit more
strongly using my tongue on her nipple and buried my
fingers up her cunt until I could feel her cervix with
the tips. “Oh God, Oh God!” she squealed in a high
pitched wail and came again in a body-wracking orgasm.

She was drenched with sweat and the juice from her moist
cunt wet my hand. She burst into tears again and I slowly
and gently moved my hand from her quivering cunt and
rested it on her belly, wet with the perspiration of her
emotion. I removed my lips from her heaving breast and
gently brushed them against hers, looking into her wide
blue tear-filled eyes. “That’s all right, darling” I
whispered “just let it all out” She carried on sobbing
for a few moments and then slowly brought herself under
control. I took a scented tissue from the bedside table
and gently mopped her sweaty brow as I again brushed her
soft lips with mine.

“Everything is all right, my sweet” I whispered “just
relax.” She gave a deep shuddering sigh and took my hand
from her soft stomach clutching it tightly. “You are so
good and gentle with me,” she whispered. “I have never
felt anything like that before. I realise now that with
Alan I never had a proper climax and he was my only other
lover. You have done so much for me in such a few hours.”

“I told you, Julia darling, tonight is just the
beginning,” I whispered into her ear through her hair now
moist with perspiration. She looked emotionally exhausted
and it was beginning to get rather late. I was unsure how
much more she could stand. She was trembling quietly in
my arms. I whispered into her ear. “Go and have a nice
shower, darling, you will feel much calmer. Then we can
have supper. We have all night before us.” She squeezed
my hand and gingerly got up from the bed on shaking legs.
I enjoyed the creases and dimples in her buttocks as she
took off her suspender belt and peeled off her stockings.
She went off to the bathroom and I lowered the lights
even more and lay back and relaxed, pondering my good
fortune.

I dozed lightly until I heard her hair-dryer stop and I
got up, pulled on a terry-cloth robe which I loosely
belted and laid out the supper. Julia came out of the
bathroom and stood looking shyly at me. She looked
absolutely stunning in a short sheer black silk nightie
with a low-cut scalloped neckline fitted closely to her
round plump breasts. It reached to her hips and was set
off by a skimpy pair of panties which clung to and
emphasised the prominent fleshy lips of her cunt. She had
drawn her longish blonde hair into a ponytail, which
accentuated the youthful lines of her sweet face and
somehow drew attention to her wide blue eyes. I crossed
to her and kissed her gently, feeling her breast through
the silk and squeezing her buttock with the other hand.
She was now completely relaxed and trusting allowing me
the complete freedom of her body.

I sat her beside me at the low table and began to feed
her morsels of smoked salmon on dry crackers. She had
never had caviar of which I had ordered a silver dish on
a mound of crushed ice and I poured her ice cold vodka to
accompany it. We ate very sparingly, feeding each other
choice morsels of the exotic food. Neither of us needed
the stimulus of alcohol after what had happened between
us and I wanted her fully aware for the rest of the
evening and night. Still, a little iced vodka with caviar
on thin salted wafers never hurt anyone. We finished with
a rather bitter lemon sorbet to cleanse the palate and
Irish coffee, which I made in the small kitchen. I could
tell that the sheer unusualness of the occasion and the
unexpectedly exotic nature of the food had begun to
simulate her again. I poured her an iced mineral water
with a slice of lemon to cleanse her mouth and palate
after the rich tasty food and the stimulus of the strong
Irish coffee and drew her into my arms. I looked into her
eyes. “We have so many plans to make darling, but not
tonight. Let’s just go back to bed.”

She smiled up into my eyes as I began to fondle her tit
and reached through the gap in the front of my robe and
began to fondle my prick and balls. “Come on”, she
whispered excitedly. I stood up and picked her up in my
arms. I stood holding her with my hand squeezing her tit
gently through the silk and I began to give her a deep
slow kiss. She returned my kiss and put her soft arm
around my neck. I carried her to the bed and laid her
down gently, slipping off my robe and stretching out
beside her. “You look really sexy in that nightie,
darling,” I whispered into her ear through the soft blonde
tendrils. “I hoped you would like it,” she said shyly “I
bought it this morning especially for you.” I could never
tire of playing with her sexy body. I began to kiss her,
exploring her lips and gums with my tongue and she
returned my kiss passionately. I moved my hand to her
full breast and began to feel her again through the silk
delighting in the exotic feel of the fabric under my
hand. Her nipple instantly erected and I slipped my hand
down the low-cut bodice and began to fondle her bare tit,
tweaking and occasionally gently twisting the prominent
nipple between thumb and forefinger. She gasped. I moved
my other hand on to her thigh and slipped it under the
hem of her nightie until I was gently brushing her
panties with my knuckles. I noticed immediately that they
were wet. She was very excitable! I slipped my hand up
the leg of her panties and began to feel all around her
fleshy cunt, running my fingers down the groove of her
slit, just teasing her clitoris and then sliding
backwards to the rear of her cunt and on to the soft skin
of the perineum between cunt and arsehole. Her breathing
quickened against my kiss and she reached for my semi-
erect prick, which soon hardened under her caress, and
began to toss me off with some purpose.

I took my lips from hers and whispered into her ear “If
I do anything to you that you do not like or feel uncom-
fortable with, please tell me, darling. I want us to
be completely happy with each other”. She kissed me
wordlessly, continuing to wank me. I moved my finger,
moistened by her excitement, further back and slipped the
tip into the dimple of her arse hole. She stiffened but
just kissed me more firmly and pressed herself against
me, tossing me off, as I very gently finger-fucked her
tight clinging arse.

I took my finger from her arse and my hand from out of
her nightie and, lying on my side, gently moved Julia on
to her side so that I could take her in my arms. She took
her hand from my stiff prick and put her arms around me.
I moved both hands down her back until I was clasping her
full fleshy buttocks one in each hand drawing her body
close against me so that my stiff prick was rubbing
against her hot cunt through the silk of her nightie. I
began to firmly fondle her arse pulling her on to my
prick and gently rubbing it against her cunt. She began
to flush and to breathe more heavily. I was enjoying
myself just holding such a sexy woman in my arms and
playing with her when she whispered urgently against my
lips “God Jeff! I can’t stand it any longer. Please fuck
me hard.”

Without moving more than necessary I slipped her panties
off and, while still lying on my side facing her and
feeling her arse, began to rub the end of my stiff prick
against her moist and willing cunt. She put one leg over
mine so that her thighs were quite widely parted opening
the slit of her cunt. The end of my prick easily slipped
between the fleshy outer lips. She gasped loudly and
looked searchingly into my eyes. I kissed her and,
increasing the pressure of my hands on her buttocks,
slowly pulled her towards me sliding the whole length of
my prick up her receptive channel in one smooth movement
until I was completely sheathed in her flesh to the
balls. I just lay with her, kissing her gently, with the
whole length of my prick stuck hard up her, not moving.
She was panting loudly and, taking her lips from mine,
looked into my eyes, biting her lower lip.

I began to slowly fuck her just using about four inches
of my prick while I looked into her eyes. Knowing what
she wanted to hear I started to whisper to her “You are a
really sexy piece, Julia. Your tight hairy little cunt
makes a lovely fuck”. She gasped and dug her nails into
my back. I began to fuck her a little harder. “Come on,
Julia darling” I said quietly against her hair “I am
going to fuck the arse off you tonight and every night.”
Her hips were beginning to move rhythmically with my
thrusts but, lying on her side, she had a limited range.
I gently moved her on to her back without removing my
prick from her cunt and began to ride her harder. I
kissed her briefly and then put both hands on her tits
squeezing and moulding them.

She was breathing much harder now and her hips were
moving in time to my long deep thrusts. I felt her
beginning to pant into my mouth as I kissed her and her
hips moved rhythmically thrusting her pubic bone into me
and pushing her cunt as deeply on to my prick as she
could. Her thighs went round my back and she clasped me
tightly. I felt her heels pressing into my bum and her
nails began to claw my shoulders. Her breathing became
shallower and faster and a blush started on her neck and
spread to her chest. I took my mouth from hers and she
threw her head back and began to gasp loudly. I began to
squeeze her plump firm tits in time with my thrusts. I
knew that she was close to coming and I began to ride her
harder, shagging the arse off her and squeezing her tits
as they bounced on her bucking body with each thrust. She
began to emit high pitched squeals on each thrust and as
I saw the flush spread over her breasts she suddenly
squealed even more loudly and her body went into spasm as
the waves of a powerful orgasm swept her.

Simultaneously I felt the warmth in my balls and my prick
hardened further as I shot a copious load of hot cum into
her willing cunt.

I relaxed on her sexy body while she calmed down and got
her breath back. She moved a little so I slowly withdrew
from her and rolled on to my side keeping one hand on her
inner thigh just below her cunt and the other on her
heaving breast which I continued firmly feeling as I
gently massaged the soft flesh of her thigh. She looked
at me with tears in her eyes. “You are so clever” she
whispered “no-one has ever made me feel like that
before.”

“And you are so beautiful and sexy” I said into her ear
“you have a lovely sexy body with a beautiful arse and
sexy tits. I am never going to tire of fucking your tight
little cunt. I will shag the arse off you every night
before we go to sleep and in the mornings when we wake up
as well.”

It was a little odd how the more basic the language the
more turned on she became. I was not complaining. I put
it down to a reaction against a conventional upbringing
and the repression of her marriage. I stood her up and
gently removed her sweaty and clinging nightdress. I
began to gently kiss her perspiring face moving quickly
down to her breasts. As she stood shaking against me I
put one hand between her thighs which parted at once and
began to finger-fuck her gently, every so often just
tickling her clitoris with the tip of my finger. I began
to feel her arse firmly with the other hand, pulling her
on to my exploring fingers as I took her breast into my
mouth and began to suck hard on her sweaty flesh. She was
trembling like a tuning fork by now and in a very few
moments she came again on my fingers and began to sob.
“You have to stop, darling” she begged “it is too much. I
can’t take any more just now”. I released her, kissing
her gently and led her to the shower.

We showered together and I washed every inch of her,
kissing each part as I washed it. I carefully washed her
hair and while she dried it I finished my shower. When I
came out she had put on another sexy nightdress, this
time a sheer white full length affair with a long slit up
the side to her waist. She was sitting combing her hair
and I could see the whole length of her sexy leg up to
her hip through the slit. In the mirror I smiled into her
eyes and let her see me admiring her breasts, straining
against the thin silk, the prominent nipples and pink
areolae clearly visible below the delicate low-cut lace
neckline. “You look stunningly beautiful, darling” I said
simply. She smiled brilliantly at me in the mirror. I
drew on a clean white terry-cloth robe and sat watching
her at the dressing-table, marveling at my good fortune.
This was certainly a trip to remember.

She came and sat beside me and I reached for her hand. We
just sat in silence for a while. I was thinking of the
future while Julia was, perhaps, saying good-bye to her
past. I glanced at the clock. “It is very late, darling
and you are very tired. Would you like anything before we
go to sleep?” She seemed unable to decide so, leaving
her to relax for a moment, I went through to the adjacent
sitting room and called room-service ordering thin rare
roast beef sandwiches with a pot of tea. That would
nourish her and not keep her awake, although depending on
how I slept, she may need some energy in the night! I
also called the house-keeping department and had the bed
re-made with clean fresh sheets and ordered a single
orchid to be placed on her pillow. Going back into the
bedroom, I gently pulled Julia to her feet and led her
through to the sitting room where I settled her on a
comfortable chaise-lounge while we waited for our late
supper.

After supper, as her eyes were beginning to droop and she
was clearly too tired to talk I took her hand gently and
led her to bed. She looked wonderingly at the fresh bed
and picked up her orchid, smiling up into my eyes. “Thank
you so much, you perfect, perfect man,” she whispered. I
settled her in bed and sat beside her as I watched her
fall asleep, holding her hand. She struggled to stay
awake and I delighted in watching her slowly lose the
battle as her breathing become deep and regular. As the
room was warm she was covered only by a thin sheet which
did little to hide the contours of her sexy body. I felt
myself becoming erect again as I watched her for a long
time and thought about the future. I had already decided
what I wanted to do. I had decided within five minutes of
meeting her, all that remained now was to sell the future
to Julia. I released her hand and gently kissed her cheek
before lowering the lights.

I went through to the sitting-room, plugged in my lap-top
and checked the news release I had prepared earlier
announcing the take-over. I had already forbidden any
leak from the board whose company I had acquired but I
now released the information to the international wire
services so that it would hit the headlines of the
financial papers in the morning. I attended to my e-mail
from my other concerns and checked an important contract,
which required immediate attention. These routine details
out of the way, I planned the next two days. By the
weekend I hoped to have persuaded Julia to live the
future I had mapped out. I felt that she would not need
much persuading. Although not submissive, she was clearly
emotionally starved and worn out from a hopeless
marriage. At present she appeared ready to allow me to
make the decisions and that was fine by me. Before going
to bed I called Reception and arranged the hire and
delivery to the hotel of a powerful sports car for our
use for the next few days. I put off the lights and went
into the dimly-lit bedroom. I could hear Julia’s gentle
breathing as I gently slipped under the sheet into bed
beside her. I did not touch her and rapidly fell asleep.

When I awoke it was beginning to get light. Julia was
still sound asleep and I realised that apart from the
emotional tensions of the previous evening she had been
physically exhausted by my attentions. She was lying on
her side with her back to me. I moved to her, fitting my
body against hers so that my stiff prick was pressed into
the cleft of her full buttocks through the thin silk of
her nightdress. I lay for a while enjoying the closeness
and the sensuous feelings of her soft arse against my
prick. I gently put my hand round her on to the soft
flesh of her inner thigh through the slit in her sheer
nightdress and slowly slid it up to her cunt. She sighed
in her sleep and rolled half on to her back, parting her
thighs and giving me better access to her hidden charms.

I gently felt her cunt and then while kissing her neck
through her soft silky hair I slipped a finger between
the fleshy outer lips and began to slowly work her up.
She gasped and her breathing began to quicken. She awoke
and put her soft hand over mine, pressing it deeper into
her cunt. She turned to me and smiled in the darkness
“Hello you” she breathed. “Good morning, pretty Julia” I
whispered into her ear, beginning to feel her more
thoroughly and starting a gentle finger-fuck with two
fingers. “I want you” she gasped, rolling on to her back,
parting her thighs and pulling her night-dress aside. I
moved between hr thighs and slipped my prick straight up
her. She seemed always to be ready for me! Without
hesitating I began to fuck her slowly and deeply, gently
kissing her from time to time, my hands squeezing and
moulding the flesh of her firm breasts through the
delicate silk of her nightdress. She lay with her thighs
parted passively accepting a gentle morning fuck. The
internal muscles of her cunt squeezed and massaged my
prick and I made no effort to prolong things as I did not
want to exhaust her, I just wanted her to enjoy it. I
felt my ejaculation approaching and I began to give her a
deep kiss and squeezed the flesh of her breasts. She gave
a deep gasp into my mouth as I came up her. She came more
gently than last night but her deep shudder; excited
breathing and trembling body told me how deeply it had
affected her. I withdrew my lips from hers and smiled
into her eyes. “That’s a lovely way to start the day
darling”. She squeezed my softening prick with her
internal muscles and I slowly withdrew.

I heard the rattle of the trays as the maid left the
early morning coffee in the sitting room next door as I
had ordered. I kissed Julia gently and went to fetch her
coffee. As I came back into the bedroom I just stood and
gazed at her. She had propped herself up in the pillows
and the silk sheet was at the level of her waist. Her
soft blonde hair fell in glorious waves to her bare
shoulders and her splendid breasts were clearly outlined
as they stretched the thin silk bodice of her nightdress
the low neckline of which allowed a deep cleavage. She
was lit by the sitting room light shining through into
the bedroom as though in a spot-light. She looked
absolutely amazing. I stood, holding the coffee, and just
looked at her. “You are so beautiful, Julia” I said “you
are absolutely gorgeous.” I put the coffee beside her on
the bedside table and handed her a single red rose. She
kissed it, smiled up at me and kissed my hand. I got my
own coffee and lay beside my lovely companion on the bed.

We drank our coffee and slowly became fully awake. I left
Julia to her thoughts, she certainly had had a lot to
think about in the last eighteen hours. With a deep sigh
she put her cup down and turned to me. “What are we going
to do, Jeff,” she asked. I knew that she meant about the
future so I said “Don’t worry Julia darling, I have plans
for the next couple of days and during that time we can
talk about the future. Don’t be afraid, I will always
look after you.” She smiled shyly “What are we going to
do now then?” she asked, reaching for my prick and,
gently fondling my balls she began to wank me. I just
laughed and gently moved her hand keeping hold of it.

“Come on sexy, there is plenty to do today. Go and have
your shower while I attend to my mail. When you are
through, I will shower quickly and we can go to
breakfast. Then we can talk about the day”. She giggled
and got out of bed. I reached over and smacked her bottom
gently. She gasped, flushed and giggled again.

“Interesting!” I thought. I enjoyed the exceptionally
enticing view of her undulating arse under her nightdress
as she went to the bathroom then when I heard the shower
start I went to the sitting room and quickly attended to
the urgent overnight mail. I checked the share price and
was pleased to see that, following the announcement of my
new acquisition it had risen both in the City and on Wall
Street.

Julia came out of the bedroom dressed in sheer dark
stockings supported by a pale yellow suspender belt,
matching silk panties and a half cup bra. I never tired
of looking at her body even more alluring, if possible,
in sexy underwear, than naked. I went to her, took her in
my arms and kissed her gently, one hand in her soft hair
and the other gently caressing her bottom. “Just put on a
summer dress darling,” I said, “it is going to be a hot
day and we have some shopping to do this morning.” She
pressed herself wordlessly against me and went back into
the bedroom. I had my shower, shaved and dressed smart
but casual. When I rejoined Julia I was, as always,
stunned by her appearance. She was wearing a low-cut
yellow silk dress tightly fitted to her bosom and
displaying a modest cleavage. I could see as she crossed
her legs that she was wearing a lacy slip under her
dress. I took her hand and raised her to her feet. I
kissed her hand and gently kissed her lips not disturbing
her light make-up. You look absolutely lovely, Julia
darling,” I said, “lets go down to breakfast.”

Over a light breakfast I began to tell her of the plans
for the next two days. After breakfast I planned to take
her to Harrod’s to equip her with some outdoor wear and
then after lunch to drive us to North Wales where I had a
cottage. If the weather was fine tomorrow we would spend
a day walking in the mountains and return to London
either in the evening or the following morning. I said
nothing to her about the weekend but she knew that I
would be leaving the country then. I could feel that she
was putting all her trust in my judgement and she was
delighted with the plans for the next couple of days
leaving the question of the future to me. That was just
fine by me!

We took our time over breakfast and I saw the maitre
d’hotel’s unobtrusive signal. “Our taxi is here darling,”
I said, “it is going to be very warm. You won’t need a
coat.” As we passed through the lobby the maitre d’hotel
said discreetly to me. “Your car has arrived, Sir, I have
had it parked in the hotel car park. When you need it
I’ll immediately have it brought round.” I thanked him
and slipped a folded note into his hand. He bowed and
withdrew.

We spent the morning shopping and easily found everything
that she would need. I had brought my own walking clothes
with me as, even before meeting Julia, I had planned to
spend a day at the cottage while I was here. We had
morning coffee on the terrace in Harrod’s and finished
our shopping, returning to the hotel in time for lunch.
Before lunch we went to our suite and packed for the
trip. I helped Julia select appropriate clothes for North
Wales making sure that she had enough warm gear although
I had arranged that the people who looked after the
cottage would have laid in the food that they knew I
liked and would have a fire going so that the place
thoroughly warmed up for our arrival.

I gave a little thought to Julia’s dress for the journey.
I did not really want her to change as she looked so
cool, sexy and beautiful in her thin dress and sheer
stockings but I did want her to be comfortable. I was
getting to know her better now and my intuition told me
that she was a very feminine woman who was much more at
home in a sexy revealing dress than in trousers. I
decided to leave it. She had enough sense to know if she
needed to change when she saw the car. I packed a single
case with all that we should need for the trip and Julia
packed a few things of her own in a small hold-all.

We went down to the conservatory and had a light lunch. I
poured her a glass of cold Chablis but as I was driving I
had a mineral water only. We lingered over lunch just
chatting as I looked appreciatively at her and gently
rubbed my knee against hers under the table. I looked at
my watch and, seeing that it was just before two o’clock,
decided that it was time to move. Even with the car I had
ordered it would be about a five-hour journey and I did
not want to leave much later. I motioned to the maitre
d’hotel and he had the car brought to the front of the
hotel. I had already had the luggage put in the car. On
the way through the lobby I steered Julia into a very
high-class dress shop in the luxury hotel and bought a
pale yellow shawl to match her dress that would keep her
bare shoulders warm during the drive.

Julia gasped out loud when she saw the car. It was a
black Lamborghini with black tinted windows. To keep it
cool I had had the soft-top put on. “What a beautiful,
beautiful car” she said breathlessly. I opened her door
and assisted her into the low seat, making sure that she
was comfortable. Her soft dress rode halfway up her
thighs as she settled displaying tantalizing glimpses of
her lacy slip. She smiled at me making no attempt to pull
her dress down as I got in beside her. Instead she
stretched out luxuriously in the comfortable deep seat
and her dress rose even higher up her thighs. I put one
hand on the inside of her soft thigh under the hem of her
dress at about the level of her stocking top and caressed
her as I kissed her lips gently. She began to breathe
more heavily. She was incredibly easy to arouse but this
was not the right time. I removed my hand, put her shawl
around her shoulders and helped her into her seat belt. I
buckled myself in and started the powerful engine.

The journey passed in a flash and it seemed only moments
before the brooding Welsh mountain scenery was all around
us. The cottage was the old farmhouse ‘Pentre’ in the
Nant Ffrancon Pass surrounded on all sides by mountains
with the massive bulk of Tryfan at the head of the pass
and the foot of the pass opening to the west and the sea.
As I parked the car we could see straight down the pass
to the sea where the sun was beginning to set in a rosy
glow under low sea cloud. We just sat for a moment
watching the sun set then I reached over and unbuckled
Julia’s seat belt taking the opportunity to thoroughly
feel her breast through her thin dress as, tilting her
chin towards me with the other hand, I kissed her gently.
As the cottage had been warming up for a week a wave of
warmth hit us as I opened the door. I showed Julia in and
brought in the luggage from the car taking it straight up
to the bedroom. She followed me up and looked around with
delight. I had not modified the building much but I had
installed a large bed and concealed lighting. There was a
small but comfortable bathroom and shower en suite. I led
her back downstairs. I had had most of the wall
separating the kitchen and the large living room taken
down so that there was a feeling of space and yet of
intimacy. At one end of the living room was a large open
log fire now well ablaze with comfortable arm-chairs and
a large settee in front of it. The other end was taken up
with the kitchen area where there was a large old Welsh
cooking range in which a fire had been lit and was ready
to use.

Julia was like an excited teenager exploring the old
cottage and I just let her enjoy herself as I stretched
out by the fire easing the stress of the drive from my
muscles. When I heard her coming downstairs after
freshening up I opened a bottle of champagne which I had
had in an ice bucket and poured us each a glass. She came
and sat beside me on the large old settee looking into
the fire. “It’s just all so perfect, Jeff,” she
whispered. I put my arm round her and drew her close “You
are perfect, my darling,” I said into her ear. We sat in
silence relaxing and looking into the fire. I sensed that
she was sorting things out in her head and needed time
with her thoughts. “You stay there and enjoy your drink,
sweetheart” I said “while I see about dinner.” I flame-
grilled a couple of steaks on the modified stove and made
a tempting crisp green salad. I set two places at the old
dining table and opened a bottle of the best Burgundy
that I had. I bent and kissed her and, taking her hand;
gently pulled her to her feet and led her to the table.
She squeezed my hand and sat down. I poured her wine and
just watched her as she began to eat.

“Gosh, I’m hungry,” she said. We had not eaten since a
light lunch hors earlier and had had a long drive without
any stops so it was not really surprising. I was learning
more and more about my pretty companion and everything
that I discovered delighted me. I was pleased to see that
she ate with appetite and was not one of those women who
pick at their food in a battle against weight. I noted
that she had finished her wine so I poured her a second
glass. “Thank you, darling,” she smiled, “it’s lovely
wine. You are so clever to be such a good cook.” We both
knew that the dinner had been easy to prepare and that
she was playing. Her eyes were beginning to sparkle as
the strong red wine took hold. When we had finished I
cleared the plates and for sweet we had small bitter
Moroccan ice cream’s made from yoghurt. Two glasses of
rich Burgundy were certainly enough so her so after
dinner we sat on the settee by the fire and went back to
the champagne.

I thought that it was time that we began to talk about
the future so I put my arm around her and pulled Julia
towards me so that her soft head was leaning on my
shoulder and my hand resting gently on her waist. I
already knew how easy it was to arouse her and I wanted
her calm enough to listen to what I had to say. This, I
felt, was to be my most important presentation of the
week.

“Julia darling, we both know that your marriage is over
so we have to decide what you do with the rest of your
life. I want you to listen to me and not interrupt until
I have finished telling you what I have in mind. Can you
do that?” She nodded wordlessly.

“OK then. You know virtually nothing about me. I have
never been married and I have no attachments. I am in no
relationships and no one has any call on me. I live on
the West Coast in a large house looked after by enough
people to guarantee my comfort and security. As you know
I came to London to talk to your board but what you don’t
know is that I have bought the company.” She gasped and
looked wide-eyed at me. “I am the head of an
international group of banking agencies and I needed a
London bank. The one that you work for is ideal for my
purposes. Now, about your future, I believe that you know
that you would feel happier and more secure if you began
divorce proceeding as soon as possible, since your
marriage is over and you need your freedom to plan what
you want out of life. I have a large legal team who will
arrange all the details. You will not have to worry about
a thing.” I looked into her blue eyes and continued
“There is nothing for you in London at present. I want
you to come to the States with me at the weekend. You can
take as long as you need to decide and we can get to know
one another properly, as I would like you to live with
me. When and if you are certain I should be honoured if
you would become my wife.”

Her eyes widened further and she gave an emotional sob.
She took my hand and pressed it hard into her soft
breast. “Oh God, Jeff,” she said breathlessly “do you
really mean it?” “I have never been more serious about
anything darling” I said quietly “all I know is that I
love you too much to ever live without you.” She did not
hesitate. Pressing my hand to her breast she said “Please
arrange things so that I can be divorced from Alan. I
could not bear to ever be parted from you. I have been so
worried about your going away this weekend. Can we be
together until I am sure and then I will give you answer
I gently kissed her soft lips. “Pretty Julia, we will
never be apart again married or not, I promise, my
darling” I whispered into her ear. She burst into
emotional tears of happiness and, turning to me, pressed
herself into my arms moulding her sexy body against me. I
gently wiped her tears and put my lips to hers giving her
a kiss which though light at first slowly deepened until
her mouth opened under mine and, sucking on her tongue I
gently explored her soft sweet mouth. A lifetime passed
during the kiss and when finally I took my lips from
hers she was gasping and her breasts were heaving against
my chest.

I whispered, “You are mine for ever, darling.” I gently
released her and poured us some champagne. To us,
darling” I toasted. She raised her glass still quietly
weeping from a mixture of happiness and relief. We
finished the champagne as she regained her composure. I
stood up and took her hand. “Let’s go to bed,” I said
simply. She got up and kissed me gently. I was holding
her lightly with one hand on her waist and the other
gently on her arse when I felt the sexy little piece
slide her hand between my legs on to my prick which she
gently felt through my trousers. “I’m ready if you are,”
she said, her eyes twinkling in the soft light. I
laughed, turned her round and gently slapped her on the
arse as she made her way up the stairs.

As we entered the bedroom I moved close behind Julia,
pressing my erect prick against the cleft of her arse
through our clothes. I unzipped her dress and slid it
down over her hips so that she could step out of it and,
putting both arms round her under her armpits I began to
feel her full tits through the thin silk of her bra. I
never seemed to get tired of playing with her sexy body.
She pressed her arse back onto my stiff prick as I felt
her. I gently kissed her neck. We stood for a moment
pressed against one another as I began to tease her erect
nipples through the thin silk.

She gasped and I stepped back a little, releasing her
momentarily as I unsnapped her bra and drew her silky
half-slip down over her hips. I slipped rapidly out of my
clothes as she stepped out of the slip and dropped her
bra. She was now attired in just a pale yellow suspender
belt supporting sheer dark stockings and a pair of tiny
matching panties pulled up into her cunt. I put my hands
round on to her plump tits and began to feel her again as
I rubbed my stiff prick against her virtually naked arse.
I looked with pleasure at her erotic reflection in the
big mirror on the wardrobe door. She was an amazingly
openly sexy woman.

I saw her looking at our reflection and her eyes met mine
in the mirror. I let her see me slide one hand from her
tit down across the slight swell of her stomach to her
mound where for a moment I gently played with her pubic
hair. She gasped but kept her eyes on mine as I slid my
hand between her thighs and began to feel her cunt
through the silken , which rapidly became moist under my
fingers. She parted her thighs and her breathing
quickened. I released her and gently slipped her wet
panties down her legs. “Lie on the bed, darling,” I
whispered. She lay on her back propped up against the
pillows with her thighs slightly parted. I sat between
her legs and put my hands gently on her silk-sheathed
ankles sliding her feet up the bed so that her heels were
against her arse. Her thighs parted and with one hand on
the inside of her soft thigh I pressed gently so that
they were more widely splayed displaying the pink slit of
her excited cunt.

I kissed the inside of her thigh above her stocking
inhaling the excited woman smell. I looked into her wide
eyes as I moved my mouth to her cunt and began to explore
the fleshy lips with my lips and tongue, gently tugging
her blonde pubic curls with my teeth before moving back
to her cunt. I ran my tongue along the whole length of
her cunt from her perineal fold at the back to the
junction of the lips at the front. She gasped loudly and
put her hand on my head pressing my mouth more firmly
against her cleft.

I began to thoroughly kiss and explore her excited cunt
with my lips and tongue. I found it easy to pass the
outer lips as her excitement and the position of her
thighs had caused them to part. I slipped my tongue
between them and began to massage the delicate inner lips
moving from back to front until I felt the bud of her
clitoris on my tongue. When I reached her pleasure bud
she gave a deep groan and her heels pressed more firmly
into the bed. Her body tensed and she wound her fingers
in my hair pressing my face even more firmly into her
sex. I alternated between pushing my tongue as far up her
cunt as I could, tongue-fucking her, and pausing to suck
and tease her clitoris. Her heels began to drum against
the bed and she began to emit squeals in time with my
thrusting tongue.

Gauging her condition, I paused slightly and began to
suck and tease her clitoris without giving her any rest.
She gave a loud squeal, clamping her thighs around my
head and holding my mouth firmly against her with my
tongue up her cunt as she came in a shattering orgasm. I
just stayed as I was until her shivering body calmed down
and her thighs relaxed. I took my mouth from her cunt and
looked into her startled wide tear-filled eyes. “Oh God!”
she gasped when she could speak. “I didn’t know that it
could be like that. No-one has ever done that to me
before”. “Did you like it, precious?” I asked. “My God!”
she said breathlessly, “it was the most heavenly feeling!
Thank you so much.”

I moved up the bed, took her in my arms, gently parted
her thighs again and slowly slid my stiff prick up her.
Without saying anything I rolled on to my side, pulled
her even more closely to me and buried my lips in her
soft hair as I began to slowly fuck her. As she had just
had an orgasm she was incredibly relaxed and we just
moved gently together in our own world. I felt her
internal muscles beginning to squeeze my prick and I knew
that she was beginning to become aroused again so I began
to fuck her a little harder. I put my arms around her and
began to mould the soft cheeks of her arse, pulling her
on to my prick. We were now shagging quite hard and her
breathing was becoming ragged again. I rolled her gently
but firmly on to her back and began to ride her harder
shagging the arse off her again. I squeezed the firm
flesh of her tits harder as they bounced on her bucking
body with each thrust. She began to emit high-pitched
squeals in time with each thrust and as I saw the
telltale flush spread again over her breasts. She tensed
and suddenly screamed loudly as her body went into spasm
as the waves of another powerful orgasm swept through
her. Simultaneously I felt the warmth in my balls and my
prick hardened further as I came again into her willing
cunt. I lay relaxed and sweating on her exhausted body
then rolled off her to let her recover. She felt for my
hand and squeezed it. “Thank you, you beautiful man,” she
whispered gratefully. When we had calmed down I squeezed
her hand.

“It’s getting late, darling and you are tired. Go and
have your shower and I will make us some tea. She smiled
at me, took off her suspender belt and stockings and went
to the bathroom. I re-made the bed with fresh clean linen
and went downstairs to prepare a pot of tea and a light
supper. By the time I was back she had dried her hair and
was sitting at the dressing table looking amazingly sexy
in a virtually transparent toga-style short nightie with
a slit virtually to the armpit, just belted with a flimsy
tie. She was not wearing panties. She went and laid
propped up on the bed while the tea brewed and waited as
I had my shower. I came into the bedroom naked and
stretched out beside my lovely companion.

As we lay and relaxed she suddenly said “You did mean all
that you said downstairs didn’t you? I couldn’t bear it
if you let me down”. I propped myself up on my elbow and
looked into her eyes. “I meant every word darling,” I
said, “I could never let you go. I want to be with you
always, day and night.” She sighed happily and began to
drink her tea and to eat the small sandwich that I had
made her. “What are we going to do tomorrow?” she asked
me. “I am going to take you to the most beautiful valley
in Wales and we will have a nice long walk and get plenty
of fresh air. Then either tomorrow night or early the
following morning we have to get back to London.”

I could see her eyes beginning to become heavy after the
exertions of the evening. I kissed her gently and lowered
the light and as last night, I held her hand and watched
her drift off to sleep. I settled down myself and fell
asleep quickly. I awoke some time in the middle of the
night. I knew from the light that it was a long time till
morning. I did not want to tire Julia as I wanted to take
her walking that day but I had a raging hard-on. She was
lying with her back to me so I slowly moved against her
and parted her thighs giving me access to her cunt, which
I moistened gently with my pre-cum and then very slowly
slid my prick up her soft yielding hole. She sighed
softly in her sleep and I very gently began to fuck her.
It became a game to see if I could come in her without
waking her. I was very gentle and her breathing remained
deep and steady but interestingly enough, the muscles of
her cunt reflexly squeezed my hard prick deliciously. It
was tantalizing not to be able to feel her lovely tits
while I was fucking her but that would certainly have
woken her up. The squeezing motion of her lively and
receptive cunt worked it’s magic and I came up her
without disturbing her sleep. I slowly withdrew from her
and went back to sleep. It might almost have been a
dream.

I awoke the next morning to the feel of soft hair against
my cheek and to the rich smell of coffee. My beautiful
bedmate was bending over and kissing me awake while the
fresh coffee that she had prepared was ready for me on
the bedside table. She looked gorgeous. She was still
dressed in her sexy nightie and her golden hair fell in
rough tousled waves over her bare shoulders. I kissed her
back and pulled her down so that she was sitting beside
me on the bed. I kissed her nipple through her nightie
and asked mischievously sliding the tip of my finger into
her cunt “Did you have any nice dreams last night then?”
She looked at me and down at my finger in her and gasped
“You didn’t! While I was asleep!!! You wicked, wicked
man!” I laughed and drew her down onto me and gave her a
proper good morning kiss. I gave her arse a quick feel
and a slap and again she wriggled deliciously as I
slapped her bottom. “We are going out today, darling. Go
and have your shower and dress in warm trousers and a
nice thick sweater. I’ll make breakfast and then I’ll get
ready.” She obediently went off to the bathroom while I
went downstairs and prepared porridge and a fried
breakfast for us which I put in the oven. Julia came down
in a pair of dark warm slacks tucked into thick climbing
socks and carrying a thick sweater. Her breasts strained
against a thin tee-shirt through which I could see the
lacy cups of her bra. Her blonde hair was tied back in a
ponytail. She looked like a teen-ager! She was just too
tempting. How was I ever going to keep my hands off her?
I walked to her and kissed her. “The breakfast is in the
oven, I’ll be down in five minutes”. I spun her round so
that her back was to me and I reached round and began to
feel her tits through the thin T-shirt and bra. “If you
don’t want me to touch you up every time I come near you,
you shouldn’t look so sexy! It’s your own fault
really!!”. She put her hands over mine and pressed them
into her soft bosom while simultaneously pushing her
plump arse back against my prick. “Don’t ever stop
feeling me,” she begged. I laughed and went upstairs.

When I had showered and shaved, I dressed for a day on
the mountains and came back down to the living room.
After breakfast we finished dressing and I put a small
rucksack into the car. We drove the two miles up the pass
to Ogwen Cottage where climbers were already gathering
for the day. I parked the car and led Julia through the
fissure in the cliff by the cottage, over the stile and
along the rough track leading into Cwm Idwal. After two
miles we reached the cwm. She just stood entranced by the
quiet beauty of the lake surrounded by cliffs leading up
to the great gash of the Devil’s Kitchen at the head of
the cwm. I knew that she would not be fit enough to
tackle the Devil’s Kitchen so I had an easier walk in
mind. I turned along the track at the east end of the
lake and headed south with the great bulk of Tryfan on
our left and the shattered cliffs of the north face of
Glyder Fach on the right and headed up the steep path by
the small stream running out of Llyn Bochlwyd five
hundred feet above. Going at Julia’s pace and allowing
plenty of rests it took an hour and a half or so to reach
the lip of the cwm. We could now look back down into Cwm
Idwal and get a different perspective on the sheer beauty
of the place.

After sitting and having a drink for half an hour Julia
was ready to go on. I led her along the path, flat at
first but gradually becoming steeper, beside Llyn
Bochlwyd. Looking ahead we could see the path begin to
rise steeply to a pass on the horizon. This was our next
objective, Bwlch y Ddwy Glyder – the Pass of the Two
Glyders. Going at Julia’s pace it took two hours to reach
the pass and she was relieved that this was the highest
we were going today. On the left the tack led up to the
sharp rocky west ridge of Tryfan while on the right the
path was by the marshy Llyn y Caseg Fraith, the Lake of
the Dappled Goats, up to the summit ridge of the Glyder
range – maybe on another day we would do that. It was now
about two o’clock so we sat against a dry stone wall
after crossing the stile marking the head of the pass and
had our lunch. We rested for an hour until Julia felt
ready to go on and I led her down the gentle slopes of
Nant Yr Ogof, The Valley of the Cave, towards the road
and our car. It took a couple of hours negotiating the
marshy spots in the valley and investigating the
eponymous cave before the ground flattened out and we
came to the stile leading to the paved road. We were a
couple of miles south of Ogwen Cottage. A gentle walk of
about forty minutes beside the sparkling Ogwen Lake
brought us back to the car. It was now about four o’clock
in the afternoon and there were still about two hours of
daylight left. Julia had had enough walking so I occupied
her by giving her a quick drive around the mountain roads
so that she could enjoy the fading light on the rocks and
peaks. We stopped for a quick drink at Pen y Gwrdd, the
famous climbers hotel at the head of the Pass of
Llanberis overlooked by the cliffs of Crib Goch, sweeping
up to Snowdon and then I drove us back to the cottage
arriving as the sun set.

We entered the warm cottage. The people that look after
it for me had re-made the fires in the grate and in the
stove, cleaned up and made the bed with clean fresh
linen. On my instructions there were now red roses in
living room and bedroom and the faint scent of the blooms
filled the air. Julia collapsed on the settee by the
fire. She was not used to mountain walking and she was
clearly fatigued. “Tea, or a drink, darling?” I asked
her. She didn’t hesitate. “I’d love some tea”. I put the
kettle on and sat beside her holding her hand as we
looked into the fire. “It’s been such a lovely day” she
said quietly, squeezing my fingers. “I wanted you to see
where I spent my childhood” I answered. We had our tea
and I gently pulled her up by the hand. “Let’s go and
shower and change before I make dinner” I suggested. I
allowed her to precede me to the bedroom where I stripped
off my sweater and tee-shirt, then my trousers leaving me
only in a pair of boxers. I watched Julia take off her
sweater and strip off her slacks. She was now just
dressed in her thin tee-shirt over a sheer bra and a pair
of very skimpy black panties. Well it was just too
much!!!

I took her in my arms and kissed her then eased the tee-
shirt over her head. I unsnapped her bra and slipped off
my boxers, giving her cunt a quick feel as I did. She was
moist, not altogether to my surprise. I pulled her
panties off and laid her on her back on the bed, her
thighs automatically parting. I was straight up her in
one movement and I began to shag her hard gripping her
tits tightly and looking into her wide eyes. She was so
ready after a day with no sex that she began to pant
almost immediately. She dug her nails into my shoulders
and clasped me round the waist with her plump thighs. I
rapidly rode her to another squealing orgasm and
collapsed on her sweaty body panting. I rolled off her as
I was too heavy to stay for long and held her hand as we
recovered. “That’s what you get for being so sexy” I
murmured. She giggled. “It was just lovely!”.

We went and showered together, after which I slipped on a
pair of boxers and a tee-shirt and went down to see about
the dinner leaving Julia to dry her hair and get ready. I
grilled two salmon steaks, made a green salad and opened
a bottle of the best Chablis, which I had kept on ice. I
was interested to see how Julia would dress for the
evening. She came down in a very low-cut white silk
blouse clearly defining the lace of a delicate bra
underneath. She was wearing a very short pleated skirt
about six inches above the knee and a pair of skimpy
black panties which were evident at each step as her
short skirt flicked up as she came down the stairs. For a
change, her legs were bare. She had left her soft hair
loose in blonde waves over her bare shoulders.

I took her in my arms and kissed her gently, leading her
to the table where I settled her in her chair. “You look
absolutely stunning darling,” I whispered as I kissed her
ear through her soft hair. She took my hand and smiled up
at me as she pressed it to her breast. I gave her a quick
feel and another kiss and then released her while I
served the dinner. I poured her wine and she ate avidly,
clearly very hungry after a day in the open air. As last
night, two glasses of wine seemed enough and I did not
want to make her drunk or too tired which was why I had
kept the food and drink very light but tasty and
nutritious. We had a light bitter lemon sorbet to finish
and I put on some strong coffee and opened another bottle
of champagne. Julia left the table and went and sat on
the settee looking into the fire. I made Irish coffee and
brought her a glass together with a glass of champagne.
She smiled up at me and squeezed my hand.

I had one more surprise for her. “I’d like you to read
this,” I said, handing her a press release. It was
addressed to my personnel director with a copy to the
wire services announcing Julia’s appointment as Executive
Vice President of my group of companies responsible for
market intelligence and overseas development. She read it
twice, unable to take it in and looked at me in shock. “I
couldn’t” she gasped “do you really mean it?” I looked
into her wide, startled eyes.

“You certainly could and of course I mean it. Listen to
me, Julia. You are employed in a position at present,
which is way below your potential. You have an honours
degree in economics. For the first six months you will be
working closely with me learning the nuts and bolts of
running my business. I don’t think you will need it but
if you do I will arrange for you to go to Harvard to do
an MBA. After six months I am confident that you will be
capable of running your part of my organization
independently making decisions without supervision.
Incidentally you will have a starting salary of $300,000
a year and a full package of stock options which will
make you financially independent for the rest of your
life. We can’t do it from here as I deliberately left my
lap-top in London but the first thing we do when we get
back will be to issue that press release”.

She began to sob quietly clutching my hand and I realised
that it was more with relief than anything. I knew that
she needed time for all this to sink in so I poured her
more champagne and put a Mozart string quartet on the
stereo. The hot fire, champagne and the gentle strains of
early Mozart worked their magic and she began to relax.

We just relaxed together contented in the subdued light
of the fire drinking Irish coffee and champagne and
eating rich dark chocolate. Julia seemed to realise that
there was no need for her to show me any gratitude. She
understood that we were now life partners and that it was
natural for me to want to share everything I had with
her. I just needed to give her time to get used to things
and to the possibilities of her new life. So much had
happened to her and for her in a few short days. A couple
of hours passed in companionable silence and as the music
came to an end I kissed Julia’s cheek and took her hand.
“Come on, darling,” I said, “it’s late. Time for bed. We
have to get back to London tomorrow morning and we are
flying out on Concorde in the afternoon.”

In the bedroom I slipped off my clothes and gently
undressed Julia. I knew that she was tired and that she
would feel much more alive after some sleep so I kissed
her gently and we lay down together. I made no attempt to
arouse her but just lay with her naked in my arms kissing
her soft lips from time to time very gently. She began to
become drowsy and I watched her fall asleep in my
embrace. I gently disentangled myself without waking her
and composed myself for sleep. It had been an exciting,
interesting and very satisfactory day!

When I awoke it was still dark and, checking my watch, I
saw that it was still two hours until dawn. Julia had had
a good sleep and I was feeling ready for some more fun.
She was lying on her back so I put my hand between her
thighs and began a slow finger-fuck. She gasped and woke
to find my fingers playing in her cunt, which was already
moist. She turned to me and raised her lips to mine. We
began a long slow sexy kiss as I continued to feel her
and she began to toss off my stiff prick with her soft
hand. She looked into my eyes, took her lips from mine
and buried her face in my neck. I felt her soft breath on
my neck as she whispered shyly “Can I suck you? I’ve
never done that to anyone but I want to do it for you”. I
just smiled into her eyes, put my hand in her blonde hair
and gently moved her head towards my prick.

I felt her cool breath on my prick and balls and then the
gentle touch of her lips as she nervously kissed the
thick shaft moving slowly up to the tip. The tip of my
stiff prick was enveloped in Julia’s soft mouth and I
looked down at the sweet rosebud of her lips stretched
around the shaft. She ran her tongue around the bottom
rim of my knobhead very delicately and began a slow
rhythmical sucking, drawing my prick deep into mouth and
combining it with a gentle wank. It felt really great and
I looked down at the exotic blonde with her hair tumbling
in soft waves over her shoulders. Although it was the
first time she had done it she had the idea very quickly
and I lay back with my arms behind my head enjoying
myself while my pretty companion sucked me off more
expertly as she became more used to the situation. Her
soft mouth was too exciting for me to last long and I
felt the familiar warmth building up in my balls. I did
not want to frighten her by coming into her mouth without
warning, time for that when she was more experienced. I
tugged her hair gently and she looked up at me, her sweet
lips stretched around my knob just below the head. I
motioned to her and she reluctantly released my prick and
came up into my arms. I kissed her, putting on hand
behind her between the cleft of her arse and slipping the
end of my finger straight up her arse. “That was lovely,
darling” I said “thank you!”. I began to kiss her deeply
as I finger-fucked her arse gently. She took her lips
from mine and buried her head in my chest. I pushed my
invading finger a little further up her clinging arse.
“That feels so naughty but it is really lovely” she
whispered shyly. I just let her relax while I finger-
fucked her arse and felt her plump bottom.

While I was playing with her bottom and relaxing I began
to think back over some incidents from the last couple of
days. I remembered how she had squirmed and giggled when
I slapped her bottom. “Time to try this out” I thought. I
took my hand from her bottom and raised her head so that
she was looking into my eyes. “Julia” I said “you have
been a naughty girl letting me put my finger up your
bottom and you know what happens to naughty girls? They
get spanked!”. Her wide eyes looked into mine but she
could see that I was playing and pretended to protest.
“Please don’t” she whispered “I’ll do anything!”. “Too
late!” I said, sitting on the side of the bed and putting
her unresisting body across my lap. I did not want to
hurt her but as we were acting out one of her fantasies I
wanted to make it real for her. I began to spank her bare
arse fairly hard and it reddened beautifully under my
hand. Julia squirmed on my lap and began to squeal in
time with my slaps wriggling her hairy little cunt
against my stiff prick. She suddenly came with a loud
squeal and I stopped spanking her and let her relax. I
let her up from my lap and watched as she went to the
mirror and looked over her shoulder at her reddened
bottom. “You’re awful,” she said, looking into my eyes “I
have always wanted to be spanked by a real man. How is it
that you know all my secrets?”. She came back to the bed
and stretched out beside me.

To allow her time to recover I kissed her gently and went
downstairs and made us some tea. When we had finished I
drew her into my arms and began to kiss her as I felt her
wet cunt. She never needed much arousing. I turned her so
that her back was against me and I gently parted her
thighs giving me access to her cunt and arse. I kissed
her neck enjoying the softness of her hair and began to
feel her tits, teasing and pulling on the nipples while I
moved a little forward so that the tip of my prick passed
between the outer lips of her cunt. She gave a deep gasp
and moved her arse abruptly back against me impaling
herself on my stiff prick. I began to slowly fuck her and
the combination of my prick shoved hard up her and my
hands torturing her nipples quickly brought her to
another squealing orgasm. This time it was too much for
me and grasping her plump tits tightly as I pulled her
closely to me I shot a load of cum into her womb.

I lay holding her tightly my softening prick still up her
as her breathing quietened. I lay absolutely still, my
hands gently cupping her sweet tits as her breathing
deepened and she passed into sleep. I slowly withdrew
without waking her and slept myself for another hour
before the lightening dawn woke me. Julia still slept
soundly beside me.

I quietly went downstairs and started to prepare
breakfast, leaving it in the oven so that it would be
ready when we wanted it, made coffee and took it upstairs
waking Julia with a kiss. She stretched voluptuously and
smiled into my eyes. “I’ve got a sore bottom, you naughty
man,” she murmured. “I think that your bottom may be sore
quite often in the future, sweetness,” I said, “now I
know what it takes to control you”. She blushed and
smiled at me over her coffee. I kissed her again and went
downstairs, still naked, to finish the preparations for
breakfast. I heard her come down and turned to look at
her. She looked amazing in a long loose tee-shirt
reaching to her hips and no bra or panties. Her blonde
hair was tousled and wild around her shoulders. I just
looked into her eyes and immediately began to become
erect again. This woman had an amazing sexual presence.

“Do you fancy a fuck?” I said deliberately crudely. I was
on her wavelength now! I took her hand and led her to the
table where I sat on an upright chair and drew her to me
so that she was standing with her back to me and her
thighs outside mine a position which spread her thighs
giving my stiff prick easy access to her willing cunt. I
pulled her closer and pressed my thighs against hers so
that her sweet plump thighs spread wider, opening her
cunt to my prick. “Guide my prick into your sweet cunt
Julia” I said. She took my stiff prick in her little hand
and brought it to the spread lips of her moist cunt. I
put my hands on her waist and pulled her down on to me,
smoothly pushing my big stiff prick right up her. She
gave a gasp as I settled her on my prick and reached
round her to feel her big sexy tits through the thin
material of her tee-shirt.

I began to move Julia on my prick giving her a deep
satisfying slow fuck while pleasuring her stiff nipples
with my fingers. I carried on fucking her clinging cunt
until I felt the heat in my balls and I drew Julia’s head
back. She turned her head and I looked deep into her
cloudy blue eyes, put my lips to hers and gave her a deep
sexy kiss while I shot my load into her soft cunt. I
could tell from her gasping breathing that she had had a
gentle orgasm although it was not as powerful as some of
the squealers she had had recently! I relaxed, cuddling
the sweaty sexy body in my arms and fondling her plump
tits through the thin tee-shirt as my prick softened. I
slowly pulled my semi-erect prick from her cunt and
raised her to her feet.

We went upstairs and showered together. I soaped every
part of her, enjoying the slippery feel of her wet body.
I felt her hand on my prick again and I became erect. I
let her wank me for a moment and then, with her back
against the wall of the shower and warm water cascading
down on us I went up her again and fucked her to another
quick orgasm. She stood on trembling legs as I withdrew
from her and washed her again. I didn’t say anything but
kissed her gently and finished my shower. I left her to
wash and dry her hair and to dress for the journey. I
dressed and went downstairs and laid out the breakfast,
which I had prepared earlier.

I heard Julia coming downstairs so I poured her coffee. I
looked at her appreciatively as she came into the living
room. She was wearing a rather low-cut white woollen
dress that I had not seen before which clung closely to
her hips and bosom delightfully outlining her figure. She
had on sheer dark stockings and neat shoes. She had left
her blonde hair loose in waves to her shoulders. The
simple dress looked stunning. “You look absolutely
beautiful, darling” I said, handing her a long-stemmed
red rose “come and have breakfast”. She smiled shyly,
squeezed my hand and kissed the bloom of the rose,
putting it beside her plate. When we had eaten we
lingered over coffee. I put my hand over hers. “Just
relax, darling” I said “I’ll quickly pack the car. We
should be laving soon”. I went upstairs and packed,
loading our small amount of luggage but leaving Julia’s
personal things for her to pack in her small hold-all. I
came back in and had my coffee while she completed her
packing and bringing her small bag down she left it by
the door. I poured us both a last cup of coffee, made the
fires safe and sat with Julia relaxing before the
journey. I just left the breakfast things for the
caretaker and we went out to the car. I put Julia’s case
in the boot with the other luggage and locked the cottage
door. She was standing by the car looking wistfully at
the cottage and round at the brooding mountains. “I have
been so, so happy here” she said quietly, “it has been
just perfect.” I put my arm round her and drew her to me.
“We will be back before long darling” I said quietly “but
it’s time to go now.”

I helped her into the low seat and put her shawl around
her shoulders, buckling her into her seat-belt. I got in
and strapped myself in. I turned to her and smiled
“Ready?” I asked. She offered me her lips and I gave her
a deep kiss, putting my hand up her dress to feel her
soft thigh above her stocking top. She gasped with
pleasure. I prolonged the kiss a moment longer and then
released her and started the car.

As before, the long journey appeared to pass quickly and
it seemed only a short time before I was picking my way
through the London traffic. We drew up in front of the
hotel and I left the staff to take our luggage up to our
suite while I took Julia to the conservatory and settled
her down with a drink. There was not much time to spare
and I settled the hotel account at Reception and arranged
for the return of the hired car. I called the company and
ordered a limo to take us to the airport in an hour,
leaving just enough time for the afternoon Concorde
flight.

I rejoined Julia and we finished our drinks. “We have not
got much time, darling,” I said. We went up to the suite
and I packed ready to leave while Julia freshened up.
While she was in the bathroom I set up the laptop and
attended to the most urgent e-mails from the last couple
of days and loaded Julia’s press release. When she
rejoined me I allowed her to send the press release
announcing her new position to the company and to the
financial world. She grasped my fingers and blushed with
sheer happiness.

A discreet knock on the door announced the arrival of the
maitre d’hotel to supervise the packing of our bags in
the limo and we went down and settled into the comfort of
the darkened vehicle. We were soon at the airport and my
position ensured a rapid check-in to the Concorde
departure lounge. After a very brief wait, and a couple
of glasses of champagne, we boarded the plane, which very
soon took off carrying Julia away to her new life.