This is the thirty-fourth episode of my unreliable memoirs recounting sexual encounters in the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones.
This episode has been written from Lesley's perspective as it recounts a visit to New York by her and Daniel.
I hope you enjoy it.
M4bloke
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New York (from Lesley's perspective)
I wouldn't say I had a thing for older men, but I definitely had a thing for interesting ones and it seemed to me that men often got more interesting the older they became. Younger men were better looking and certainly made more athletic lovers, and that's not to say I didn't appreciate those qualities. But they could lack the experience of their more mature counterparts.
That didn't explain Steven of course. He was the exception that proved the rule I guess. Despite the fact that he was three years younger than me, I knew from the moment I met him that, at some basic biological level, he was the one for me. Of course, it helped that Steven came in attractive package and that he was an intelligent, kind and caring person. But he also had a rough edge to him and an air of danger that I found irresistible.
Daniel, on the other hand was probably more 'my type'. Older, confident, more worldly-wise and, how can I put it... rich. You could tell Daniel was successful just by looking at him. He oozed presence and I wasn't alone in finding that an attractive quality. Kate said it was the thing she liked the most about him, but in truth, I think his money helped too.
I'd never expected to fall for Daniel as deeply as I had. Fortunately, Steven understood. He knew I belonged to him no matter what and, so long as I wasn't stupid, he was happy to let me have my fun with Daniel. In any case, Steven and Kate also shared something special and just as I craved maturity and experience from time to time, Kate craved youth and virility.
Daniel fell pretty deeply for me too. Ok, so what man in their late forties wasn't going to be flattered by the attention of an attractive twenty five year old (if I say so myself) but it was more than that. Daniel already had Kate, who was far more beautiful than I was. What I think he liked about me was that I didn't always let him get his own way.
When it came to spoiling me, Daniel couldn't help himself and this was how we came to be sitting in the forward cabin of Concorde as it propelled itself towards New York. When the digital display in the cabin hit Mach 2 at fifty five thousand feet a few people clapped and I squeezed Daniel's hand, careful to ensure that nobody saw. If anybody asked, we were travelling on behalf of Daniel's charity.
"Thank you for bringing me," I whispered. "I'm so looking forward to seeing New York."
"It's a pleasure," Daniel told me. "I'm looking forward to spending some time with you."
"You'll be fed up of me by the time we come back," I told him.
"I don't think so."
To be perfectly honest, Concorde was a little cramped and a lot noisy but somehow you felt privileged to be there. The service on board the plane was out of this world and the champagne was very good. Daniel had to finish off some paperwork he'd brought from the office and so I let him get on with it while I soaked up the atmosphere. I couldn't help thinking about Steven though and where he'd be now.
Steven had set off for Annecy early that morning. He'd been vague about how they were going to recover Michael's Bentley and I knew not to push him too hard on the details. I was worried about him but I knew he wouldn't want me to be. I'd learned from his mum what it took to be married to a Carter man, so I took a leaf out of her book and put my faith in my husband's total invincibility, then got on with life.
Daniel had his seat tray down and was leafing through a large folder filled with papers. I reached underneath the tray and, resting my hand on the crotch of his suit trousers, felt for his cock.
"Those papers look very interesting," I said with mock enthusiasm.
"Actually, they're the contracts for the Obermann company," he tried to say in a calm, measured voice.
"You mean the contracts my husband won for you?" I said cheekily.
"Yes," Daniel chuckled. "For which he will be richly rewarded."
"And what about his wife? Does she get rewarded too? He couldn't have done it without her you know."
"What did she have in mind?"
"Perhaps a little something from Tiffany's."
"How little?"
"Not particularly little," I giggled, continuing to massage what was now a burgeoning erection. "Why don't you put those files away?"
"I think I might have to leave them out for the time-being."
I kept teasing Daniel for the remainder of the flight and continued in the taxi to the hotel. Payback came almost the moment the bellboy had left the room however. I'd worn my best skirt suit to travel in but I'd made sure to wear stockings and suspenders underneath. When we were alone, Daniel took his jacket off and I did likewise.
"Undo your blouse," he said walking over to me.
"What if I don't want to?" I told him cheekily.
Standing in front of me, Daniel took hold of my blouse and ripped it open. There was a sound of material tearing as buttons popped off and fell on the floor between us.
"You're going to pay for that," I told him.
"Perhaps," he said, pulling my skirt up around my waist, "Now get on the bed."
I pulled my panties down and lay back on the bed while he slipped out of his trousers. Then, without any foreplay he spread my legs and mounted me. I felt his manhood disappearing into me, filling me up.
"I've been thinking about how you were going to fuck me all day," I told him as he began to pump me. "I wanted you nice and hard for me when we got to the hotel."
Daniel liked me to talk to him like that and, unlike Steven, he liked to talk back.
"You're a little cock tease aren't you?" he told me.
"I am, but it's your cock I want."
"Good," he grunted. "Because now you're going to give me what I want."
"Be gentle with me," I said coyly.
"I'll fuck you any way I want," came the reply.
After about three hours of being teased it didn't take Daniel long to empty his load in me. Kate and I used to joke about the fact that he sounded like a rutting moose when he came and although he knew he was doing it, he seemed powerless to do anything about it. At least you were in no doubt as to whether he'd orgasmed or not.
Afterwards we lay together side by side and he held my hand. His cum began to seep out of me and it felt calming. We changed from animals to lovers and Daniel's tender, caring side came out.
"I'm sorry about your blouse. I'll buy you a new one, I promise," he said, caressing my nipples in a way that he knew soothed me.
"You know I like it when you're masterful with me."
Daniel chuckled to himself.
"Let's not kid ourselves, Lesley. We all know who's really in control here."
"In that case ... my pussy's full of your cum and I need you to finger me."
Daniel lifted himself up onto one elbow then reached down between my legs. He slipped two fingers into me and searched for my G-spot. I closed my eyes and let him pleasure me...
Daniel had booked us a room at the Carlyle, on Madison Avenue, only a block away from Central Park. It was a lovely room with a view of the city but I'd made him promise not to get a suite. We didn't need one. We ate in the sumptuous hotel restaurant that night but both of us were still on UK time. When we finished our meal it was nine in the evening in New York but two in the morning in London. We were both tired and so we took a drink to bed and cuddled for a while. Daniel fell asleep quickly, he worked hard and I knew he got tired by the end of the week.
I thought about Steven for a while. He'd be fast asleep with Kate lying next to him by now. I hoped they were both ok.
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Neither of us woke up until nine on Saturday morning. I think Daniel was awake just before me and he got up to make us coffee. I studied his naked form as he got the coffee machine working then opened the curtains slightly. He was still in good shape. Squash was Daniel's sport. He played with his buddies but he was competitive enough to pay a coach to tutor him each week. He also went running when he could and swam in their pool at home. I think Daniel knew he had to keep trim for Kate, or risk ridicule as a middle aged millionaire with a trophy wife.
When the coffee had dripped through into the glass flask, he poured it out and came back to bed.
"Thank you," I told him.
"You're welcome," he said, kissing me.
The coffee was too hot to drink and so I put it on the night stand then leaned over him. I rested my head on his chest for a moment and began to suck on his nipples. Daniel lay back and sighed and so I worked my way down his body. He was already hard by the time my lips made contact with his cock but, although he pushed himself into my mouth enthusiastically, I knew what he really wanted. And so I licked my index finger and slipped it deep into his anus. I knew the spot to massage and ran my finger slowly over his prostate while I wanked his cock into my mouth.
Daniel groaned with pleasure as I brought him to the boil. But, careful not to move things along too quickly, I let his orgasm build up gradually. When he couldn't hold on any longer he grabbed hold of my head and pulled me down hard onto his cock. I knew he'd do this and I tried not to gag as he shot his load. Daniel always seemed to cum more when we did it this way and when I'd collected all of it I moved up his body and we kissed, sharing the fruits of my labours between us.
Afterwards, I washed my hands and quickly brushed my teeth then came back to bed. Daniel had a very relaxed look on his face.
"You know how much I like that, don't you?" he said, almost purring.
"I do," I said giving him a kiss and curling up in his arms. "That's why I do it."
"If I hadn't met Kate and you hadn't met Steven, do you think that we could have had a future together?" he asked out of the blue.
"Not in a million years," I told him laughing.
"Why not?" he said, looking hurt.
"Daniel, you're used to the best of everything. You've got the best house, the best yacht, the best car. If you hadn't found Kate then you'd have found some other supermodel. You know Kate was the best thing that ever happened to you anyway, don't you?"
Daniel considered this for a moment.
"Just like Steven's the best thing that ever happened to me," I continued.
