He had felt foolish. Forty-seven years old but an oral virgin, with the offer of that being rectified by a younger lady. And yet she had patiently reassured and encouraged him -- and coached him.
"I think you'll like it, Dan. The taste might be strange at first, but I think you'd like doing it. You've heard of pussy lips -- well, just think of my little pussy as a mouth to French-kiss. And you've no doubt heard the expression 'eating pussy' -- well, just think of it as that -- but without using your teeth," she had added, with a little chuckle.
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The day couldn't have worked out better.
Dan had a family of wealthy clients whom he visited from time to time. The firm made a lot of money from handling their accounts and from giving tax advice, and to help to keep their loyalty, visiting them at their own business premises seemed a small inconvenience. Rose had also worked on their accounts, which seemed a good excuse to invite her along. She had been more than willing and had smiled in response to her boss's suggestive wink when he did so.
She usually wore quite short, shift dresses, (usually black, purple, or dark blue) that highlighted her slender figure. Today, though, Rose was wearing a bottle-green dress that reached just below her knees and that buttoned with matching coloured stud-buttons from the neckline to the hem. Dan had looked her over approvingly. The bottle-green colour suited her well, and although he liked the shortness of hem of her usual work dresses, he enjoyed the way that the looser fit of this longer one made it sway sensually as she walked. And although it was looser over her breasts, their outline was still quite visible; he found it as arousing to half-guess their actual shape and size under the fabric as it was to see their shape more easily.
Their conversation in the car on the way to the clients was rather stilted. Despite her repeated attempts to tell herself that they weren't really cheating, their supposedly no-strings fling brought its own complications. It was obvious that Dan felt the same way.
They avoided terms of endearment, even when taking their pleasure. Neither asked much about the other's personal life, either, for fear of intrusion or embarrassment. Rose knew that, like her, Dan enjoyed walking in the countryside, but now she quickly realised that even talking about local beauty spots could be awkward; he explained that Linda's disability meant that he could not get out walking as he used to do. Fortunately, Rose was able to turn the conversation to a shared interest in history, and they were able to compare thoughts on a recent television documentary series.
Initially Dan had suggested parking up in a secluded spot for a time on the return journey. In the event, as they set off back from their client visit, they discovered that there had been an accident on the motorway. As always, all alternative routes soon became gridlocked. Dan's suggested that they stop at a quiet, country pub he knew that offered accommodation as well as bar meals, and he was pleased at Rose's enthusiastic response.
He had patronised The Eagle And Child pub several times previously, but even if he hadn't, he would have been too embarrassed to request a room for himself and for Rose. For both their sakes he really didn't want to be on the receiving end of knowing looks from staff or from other customers.
To his relief and delight, Rose came up with the perfect solution. She reminded him that she sometimes suffered from migraines. They both enjoyed hatching the conspiracy and working out the details. They had both enjoyed being free from the need for secrecy after office hours a couple of weeks earlier. Now they were back to the more familiar cloak and dagger routine, and it added a thrill to the sex that awaited them.
"This is a turn-up for the books, Dan," she quipped, as they pulled into the car park, "a woman feigning a headache in order to HAVE sex rather than to avoid it!"
He laughed at her wit and parked the car. Rose adopted an unwell facial expression as she got out. She walked slowly and very deliberately as if it required concentration. Once inside, she sat at a table in a quiet corner while Dan waited to be served at the bar and asked if a room was available for his unwell assistant.
He came over to her, managing to mask his smugness. He sat down and told her the good news. Yes, they had a room. He had asked for a single, for discretion. They didn't have one available, but in the circumstances they would let her have a double room for the same price. This was assuming that the bed wouldn't be slept in and that she would only need the room for an hour or two. They would be happy to prepare a sandwich for her and to take it to her room.
Rose maintained her ill and vacant expression as he told her. He added that he would sit at a table and eat a light lunch (his eyes twinkled as he emphasised the word "light") before going up, supposedly to check on her.
Dan rang the office from his mobile, explaining that due to the traffic, he and Rose were going to have lunch and may not be able to get back for the rest of the afternoon. He blushed visibly while he spun the tale.
A lady from reception came over to the table with some keys in her hand. She looked at Rose and expressed her concern over the migraine, adding that she too suffered from them occasionally. Dan went with her as she escorted the dazed-looking Rose upstairs and to the room.
Dan took a quick look round the room, then assured Rose that he hoped she would soon feel a bit better and that he would look in on her in a little while. The receptionist added that she would bring Rose a sandwich and a mineral water. Still feigning not being able to concentrate fully, Rose smiled and nodded her head. The receptionist closed the curtains, then she and Dan left the room as Rose eased herself on top of the bed covers and laid down.
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Dan also settled for a sandwich and a mineral water (as he would be driving soon) and placed his mobile phone on the table in the bar as he ate. As arranged, he waited for a text from her to ensure that they had both had time to eat and also to avoid arousing suspicion by going upstairs immediately after eating. His phone was on silent mode, but even its vibrating sound made him jump, such was his state of anticipation. He called up the text message:
Hi. Ready and horny 4u. Haven't eaten all my sandwich, not really hungry. Don't keep me waiting. R
As casually as he could manage, despite his mounting excitement, he headed past the bar and up the stairs. He triple-checked that he was outside the correct door. He knocked. He entered the room without waiting for her response and closed the door behind him. He gave a low gasp.
Rose was sitting on a soft chair that faced the bed. Her eyes were closed. Her slender legs were bent at the knees, and her feet were tucked under the mattress. On the chest of drawers next to her was a plate with a mostly-eaten sandwich on it, and an empty drinking glass. The front of her bottle-green, button-through dress reached below her knees. The back of the dress hung down from the seat of the chair. All this he took in in a moment or two.
She had unfastened a button just below her breasts, and her left hand was inside her dress, moving over each smallish orb alternately. He stared, entranced, at the provocative ballooning of the green fabric as her left hand made little circles under it. He found it somehow more arousing than if she had removed her dress.
