My cab arrived back at the Carlton Hotel just as the snow began to fall again, I paid the driver and Danny and I walked into the lobby of the airport Hotel.
It had been a nice
evening out, a lovely meal and good company, there were forty of us at the
restaurant, colleagues from all over Europe, some of them close friends and
some of them more so.
“Night cap?” I asked
“No thanks’ mate I’m
on the red eye in the morning” Danny replied.
I looked at my watch and
saw it was already morning.
“I’ll say goodnight
then” I said and we shook hands and Danny headed for the desk.
I was definitely up
for one more drink, so I headed for the bar, there were only a handful of
people in there at that hour and as I caught the night porter’s eye.
“Jameson’s” I said “a
large one”
“Make that two” She
said from behind me
I recognised the voice
and said to the barman “Two”
I turned around and
looked at the woman who had been the object of my lust for nine months and an
unrequited love for three of those.
Gail Nichols was my older woman, my cougar if you like, she was
four years the wrong side of fifty but still beautiful in my eyes even though I
was nineteen years younger.
Gail and I had shared
an office for over a year, and at first I loathed her, I thought she was vain,
overbearing and manipulative, and her opinion of me was much the same.
However, as the weeks
changed into months my feelings for her changed with them.
Gail had an English father and a Burmese mother,
which left her with brown skin and western features, an exotic looking beauty with
jet black hair and large brown eyes.
She was tall, slender and very well endowed, and
with legs to die for.
I would surreptitiously watch her move around the
office on her shapely legs admiring the tightness of her skirt around her hips
and buttocks as she bent, and when she was sat at her desk my eyes would stray
to her gaping blouse and the treasures contained within.
However it wasn’t until a grey overcast day in June,
on an office beano to Epsom Derby that we showed each other in no uncertain
terms how we felt.
It happened as the Derby favourites thundered
towards the finish line when Gail and I, away from prying eyes, kissed for the
first time, and as we kissed I unzipped her leather jacket and slipped by hands
inside her shirt to caress her naked skin.
Over the weeks that followed, so did more sensually intimate
moments, but they were only tasters of what the two of us really desired.
We had tried on several occasions to engineer an opportunity
to take our burgeoning relationship to the next level.
One such chance was a three day trip to visit
suppliers, which we got rubber stamped by management and booked appointments
and Hotels and we were feeling very pleased with ourselves for our lustful
scheming, however an unseen hand dealt us a blow when Gail went down with laryngitis.
Afterwards we tried to just arrange a simple dirty
weekend away, Brighton, Bognor, Blackpool and other places that didn’t even begin
with the letter B.
We even devised an intricate scenario for the
benefit of Gail’s husband, which he swallowed hook line and sinker but then
that failed at the eleventh hour when I broke my wrist.
We decided we should have one last role of the dice,
which was at the Christmas Party weekend
in Dublin, where we planned to finally consummate our lust.
We had been out to a
restaurant in Swords called The Old School House and had spent the evening
sitting at the same table for the dinner, discreetly holding hands under the
table, but as we left at the end of the evening we got separated and ended up
in different cabs so I thought fate had interceded once again and our chance
had gone.
I blamed fate because
although I was single at the time, Gail was a married woman, which meant there
was some guilt involved, even if her husband Peter was a complete waste of
space.
However despite any perceived guilt I was delighted
to find Gail was waiting for me in the bar when I got back to the Hotel, I hadn’t taken into account that she would want it as
bad as I did.
We sat in the corner of the bar and finished our
drink.
“Another?” I asked
“I don’t think so” Gail said and stood up, took my
hand and dragged me to my feet.
We walked arm in arm to the desk and collected our
keys and with keys in hand Gail hurried me along the corridor until we reached
her room where we stood in the corridor and kissed.
At first it was the usual semi controlled kissing we
had done so many times before but it quickly became hot and passionate as my
hand sought out her breast.
She broke away and opened the door.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked
“God yes” she replied and pulled me into the room.
Once inside the room I was eager to get started
again and immediately tried to get inside her clothes.
Gail however put a stop to things and said
“Not so fast, I want everything to be just so”
“Sorry” I responded not quite sure what “just so”
was, but I needn’t have worried it seemed that she wanted to, amongst other
things get the lighting right.
She was conscious of the age difference and didn’t
want me to be disappointed with what she had to offer, because as a much
younger man I would have been more used to firmer flesh.
She needn’t have worried.
While she set the scene I was sent into the bathroom
and as I was in there I thought it prudent to relieve myself while I had the opportunity.
However such a natural function, normally simply
rendered is greatly complicated when you are seriously aroused, and it necessitates
adopting the posture of a ski jumper and even then it’s not always successful.
When I left the bathroom I found the room lighting
very subdued and Gail wearing only a smile and a pair of White lace knickers showing
in stark contrast to the gorgeous brown flesh.
“Are you disappointed?” She asked
“You’re even more gorgeous than I had hoped” I
replied
“Good answer” she said,
From the first moment I emerged from the bathroom she
had one arm draped across her breasts but as she walked towards me she slowly lowered
her arm and at the last second I got my first long lingering look at her large
round breast that I had only previously dreamed of, topped with glorious
chocolate coloured nipples, and then she was in my arms and began undressing me.
As we lay entwined in the afterglow, still breathing
hard from our exertions, Gail rested her head on my chest and sighed as I
reflected that making love with her was everything I had hoped it would be and
more and then we drifted into a sweet post coital sleep.
After a short sleep I was awoken by Gail tenderly
kissing my neck as her hand strove to awaken the rest of me, and when all of me
was fully awake we made love again.
The next day when the rest of our colleagues
returned to their home countries Gail and I put into effect our plan to stay on
for another night and repeated the joyful pleasure of each other again and
again.
I would have gladly continued our unions well into
the New Year but alas after the protracted Christmas break Gail took me to one
side and to my great surprise ended the affair.
“But I love you” I said
“And I love you” Gail concurred
“Then why?” I asked
“It has to end, not because I don’t love you” she
said “But because despite everything I love my husband”
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