Sandys Extravagant Behaviour

Sarah made the plane in good time. The ticket said 'business class'. The seminar organizers had made all arrangements, and it seemed they wanted their presenters in a good frame of mind. "A nice touch," she said to herself as she settled in with her manuscript in her lap and a glass of champagne her hand.

Arrival

The hotel room also turned out to be first class. After she had checked in, Sarah went down for dinner, wearing her most authoritative outfit. The presenters were dining together that first evening, so they could get to know one another. There were five presenters, each an expert in one field or another. She took inventory: an ordinary looking married couple, a brash balding fellow, a compact bright young blond woman, full of life and self and a 'tanned tennis instructor'. It was obvious that the blond found him interesting. He seemed to be quietly amused by her attention, neither responding to nor repelling her advances. Sarah participated in the small talk at the table.

After the dinner and ensuing meeting, she made her way to the bar for a nightcap. She was almost through when she was joined by the blonde's prey.

"Did you make a clean get away?" she smiled at him.

"I hope so," he said earnestly, looking over his shoulder. " Can I buy you a drink?"

She decided it would be rude to leave at that point, so she accepted. Peter insisted they sit at a table in the darkest corner. "So I won't be seen by you know who."

Peter was divorced with two children who lived with his ex wife. He talked about his kids. He left Sarah with the impression that he was a nice gentle fellow.

Day One

An Unusual Birthday Gift.

When she came down for breakfast the next morning, she saw him at a table with young miss bubbly. Sarah smiled and nodded slightly to him. He rolled his eyes as his companion chatted on. Sarah went to the table where the other 3 presenters sat.

Sarah led three seminars that day, the one after the other. There were over three hundred attending the conference, and everyone was full of questions. The day went quickly. When dinnertime came around she was tired and headed for her room to have a luxurious Jacuzzi tub bath. She ordered up a light meal from room service. Then she had a nap.

Later in the evening she felt sociable again and went down to the bar. Peter was in the same dark corner nursing a drink. He saw her and waved her over. She ordered a Martini from a passing waiter, and made for his table. "So you managed to escape?" she asked him as she sat down.

"I think she has finally given up," he said. "She likes to dance. I don't. So she asked George, and he was more than willing it seems."

"Lucky George," Sarah observed.

"I suppose so," he answered.

They sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. It was not an awkward silence. "It is remarkable how comfortable he is to be with." Sarah thought.

"Would you care for another drink?" Peter asked suddenly. Sarah looked at her glass. It was empty.

He signalled for the waiter.

"Nice ring," he observed as they raised their glasses and toasted each other.

"It was a birthday present from my husband."

"You two have a pretty good relationship, then?" he asked.

"Very much so. We have shared many years of harmonious living. Well, the same number of years of conflict... but as they say, one marries for the conflict."

"That's what causes growth in the relationship," she added when she saw him raise his eyebrows questioningly. "Well, that is to say, the resolving of the conflicts."

"I never thought of it that way," he replied.

"Didn't the conflicts in your marriage enrich your relationship?" she asked.

"Perhaps," he replied slowly. "Although after she got religion, there certainly wasn't any growing together. There was little 'together' at all after that. Sex became for procreation only."

"What about daily hugs and kisses and the words 'I love you'?"

"There wasn't a lot of time for that sort of thing."

"Ever have a house plant?"

"Of course."

"Well did you water it regularly?"

"No. it died. I'm not much of a gardener."

Peter was silent for a while. "So you and your husband... there's lots of hugs, kisses and 'I love you's'?"

"Oh yes! Everyday!"

"Is that why you have a good marriage?"

"Who knows. We started out with that when we met and liked it, so we decided to continue with it. I suppose we may have ritualized it some, but that doesn't make it any less enjoyable." Sarah thought for a moment. "With this sort of daily tradition, it becomes immediately obvious when someone is out of sorts. Then we go for a walk and talk our way back to where we want to be, making sure we are both pleased with the results."

Peter nodded. "Thanks. I'll remember this should I ever remarry. Then, "So tell me about the ring."

Grateful for the topic shift, Sarah replied,"I saw the ring when we were out window shopping a few months ago and admired it."

"That was all it took?" he asked.

"I was surprised myself. He didn't buy it then. He gave it to me as a birthday present as I left. I waited until this morning to unwrap it."

"Today is your birthday?" he asked with surprise.

"Yes. We celebrated yesterday. I don't normally go off on my own on this day," she clarified, "but..."

"Oh that isn't what I reacted to," Peter interrupted. "It's just that this is also my birthday."

"Shall we ask the bartender to sing us happy birthday?" she asked jokingly.

They decided to order another drink instead.

"Well, I got what I wanted for my birthday," Sarah said, holding up the ring. "Did you?"

"No," he replied slowly. "Not really."

"What did you wish for?" she asked innocently, thinking it was nice the conversation was now in safe territory.

There was a moment of silence.

"Well?" she insisted.

He sighed. "You'll laugh at me."

She assured him she would not. He stared at her, then off into space and said dreamily, "To put my erection between two large gorgeous breasts."

Sarah choked on her drink. After she finished coughing - Peter solicitously slapped her back, she burst into laughter.

He sat there a bit chagrined, "I knew you would laugh."

"You're serious," she said.

"Yeah. I have had that fantasy ever since I was a teenager."

She thought back to her own romantic life with Brian. This was certainly no fantasy in their love life. Brian had fucked her tits on many an occasion. "You mean you have never..."

"Nope, not once."

They finished their drinks in silence. It wasn't a comfortable one this time.

Without thinking, Sarah suddenly cupped her breasts and asked him, "Would these do?"

"But you're happily married!" he exclaimed. "I couldn't possibly..."

"Oh I'll be telling Brian about this," she assured him. "He'll find it exciting. And it won't hurt our marriage - neither of us would do anything that might put our relationship at risk. Not that I have ever done anything like this before. It's just that it doesn't seem right that you should go another birthday without having this present you've been wanting so long. How about I meet you in your room in an hour?"

Peter found himself unable to think straight, but managed to insist upon settling the bar tab. Sarah left for her room.

By the time she reached the elevator, she had started to shake. "What am I doing?" she asked herself as she rode up. "Was this the three Martinis?" By the time she got to her room she had decided to cancel. "Why couldn't he ask Nancy? So maybe she carried a few extra pounds. She was still very attractive. And despite the shapeless clothing she wore, her breasts promised to be every bit as large as mine if not bigger." She picked up the phone, started to punch in the numbers. Then she hung up. "I can't disappoint him now. I can do this," she said to herself.

After showering, she dressed in her best bra and thong, long skirt, stockings, a frilly blouse and high heels. Make-up and she was at his door on time. She knocked once. Peter opened the door immediately. Five candles lit the room. A bottle of champagne, two glasses and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries were on the table.

"I thought since it is our birthday..." he gestured towards a chair.

"Perfect." she smiled and sat down. They chatted their way through the strawberries and most of the champagne. They spoke of their birthdays as children. There came a break in the conversation. Sarah stood up, walked over to the bed and facing him, unbuttoned her blouse. Maintaining eye contact, she slipped out of her shoes and then skirt. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and took a bottle of oil from her purse. She rubbed it on her breasts. Then she lay down on the bed and waited.

Peter - looked - no the word here is feasted. Peter feasted his eyes on her. She cupped her breasts together and said. "Well? Will these do? Would you like to come over here and place your erection between them?"

He broke the undressing record for a male over thirty. Sarah watched him climb onto the bed and straddled her. She took hold of his cock. "Been a while?" she asked. He nodded.

She played with it before she squeezed her breasts around it. He began to pump slowly. She reached out with her tongue to flick the end of it each time it came close. He thrust farther and she was able to take some of him into her mouth. He was very gentle. Too gentle, Sarah thought and instructed him to thrust harder. She got more of him into her mouth.

She wondered if she should ask him to fuck her properly. She was wet and ready, and thought that having gone this far it was dumb not to find out what it would be like to have him inside her. But then she remembered that she had already received her birthday gift and that this was his. She released her breasts and clutched his buttocks and pulled him towards her. She held him there while she sucked on as much cock as she could get into her mouth. She heard him shout; "Ah!" and then he started to spurt. She grabbed his cock with both hands and jerked it in time with the pulsations. He came and came and came as she swallowed as much as she could.

When he was done he looked down at her and whispered, "Wow! Thank you so very much!"

They sat on the edge of the bed, sipping the last of the champagne afterwards. She looked down at his cock and was sure that it wouldn't take much to... "Time to go!" she announced abruptly and reached for her clothes.

"Happy birthday." She kissed his cheek and slipped out of his room.

Day Two

Peter Says Thank You

The next morning Sarah woke to a knock on her door. "Room service!" She got out of bed and opened the door. Three hotel attendants came in with three large vases filled with flowers of every kind and a large dolly containing breakfast. "Would you like the trays - in bed or at the table?" they asked. Too surprised to answer she pointed at the bed. She led the way and sat on the bed up against the pillows. Belatedly she remembered she was nude and quickly brought up the covers.

But the room service manager and crew were professionals. Not batting an eye or even smiling, they courteously arranged the trays on the bed and placed the vases around the room. "Bon appetite" they said in unison, bowed and let themselves out.

Sarah looked at the trays on the bed. There was every imaginable breakfast item... plus a whole pot of coffee. She started with the champagne and orange juice, as she opened the card that lay on a gift-wrapped box. It was from Peter. 'You made my birthday the best ever! It was better than my fantasy. Please accept this as a token of my appreciation.'

She unwrapped the present and found the most elegant and minuscule bra and panty set she had ever seen. She smiled appreciatively, thinking that Brian would be sure to like them.

She looked at the basket of fruit. She picked up the banana. It reminded her of what she had wrapped her lips around the evening before. She began to think she had been foolish not to have taken off her thong and suggested he fuck her properly. She kicked off the covers, closed her eyes and let the banana slide down between her thighs. She massaged her clitoris imaging Peter's cock poised to enter. She tentatively moved the banana to the entry point. It felt great! She carefully thrust it home, visualizing what could have been had she elected to stay the night before.

That day both Peter and Sarah were very busy. All she had opportunity to do was to mouth "Thank you" to him across the room. After supper she found him in the bar at the table in the corner. Miss bubbly had found him too. Peter waved Sarah over with both arms. If there ever was a cry for help... Nancy sat with her back to her as she approached but turned to see who Peter waved at. She frowned.

"Am I intruding?" Sarah asked innocently.

"Not at all," Peter said as he stood and held a chair for her. "Nancy was just trying to convince me to go dancing, and well, you know how I feel about that."

Nancy rose. "Well, if you want to sit here and booze it up, that is fine by me."

"Lots of luck," she whispered to her and left.

Peter looked questioningly. Sarah shrugged and told him how pleasantly surprised she had been that morning.

"Are you wearing them?" he asked.

She looked at him for a moment, then with her back to the room, unbuttoned her blouse and opened it up. She held it open to the count of 4, then buttoned up again, turned around, bent over and raised her skirt.

"Seeing is believing," she said.

"I like being a believer," came the reply.

"How did you ever manage to get all the flowers and this fancy two piece so early in the morning?"

"I bribed a few people," he admitted candidly "And perhaps told a white lie or two. I just had to let you know that last night will go down in memory as the best day ever."

"Well, we are even, then," she said. "I have never woken up to such a delightful surprise."

They spoke of how the day had gone, and as neither had any responsibilities until late the next afternoon, made plans to go for a ride in the country in the morning. Peter volunteered to arrange for a picnic lunch. "I'm told there is a small lake with picnic grounds not far away," he said. A little fresh air sounded good to Sarah and they agreed to meet at ten the next morning.

Day Three

More Than a Picnic

At ten Sarah found Peter in a convertible out front of the hotel. "Nice," she said admiringly as she got in.

"Very nice," he said as he took in what Sarah thought passed for appropriate attire on a hot sunny day. Sarah knew very well what he alluded to. Brian had said that he could see right through the material when the sun was just right. "It's less than an hour's drive," he informed her as they drove off.

The scenery was nice, and they didn't talk much. Finally she had to ask. "Is it really true that you had that fantasy about having your erection between a woman's breasts since you were a teenager?"

"Yes. I was thirteen. We lived next door to this couple whose bedroom window faced mine. She was well built - you remind me of her - and every month for three nights when the moon was fullest they would make love with their curtains open. I suppose it was so they would have the moonlight shine on them. I found out about it one night quite by accident, because they never started until 2 am when they knew I would be asleep. My bedtime was ten. After that first night I stayed awake until 3 every night with my eyes glued to their room in the dark until I discovered their routine. Mom thought I was sick, as I was tired all the time," he laughed.

"They had six basic positions, and each of them became engrained in my mind. I think the one you helped me with the other night was the most powerful one."

"Do you fantasize about the other five as well?" Sarah asked.

"Well, sort of," Peter hedged . Then he added, "But those others I have over the years put into different contexts."

"Contexts?"

"You know, places."

Sarah realized that she was on the verge of opening a can of worms, but could not resist, "What sort of places?"

Peter turned off the highway onto a dirt road. Sarah watched him, enjoying his discomfort.

"Anyone ever tell you about safe topics of conversation?" he asked finally with a smile.

"Hey, I'm just a curious busy body with a taste for a good story," she replied.

"Well, OK," he said reluctantly. "They would have sex doggy style. They would face the open window and he would fuck her from behind. I was treated to the sight of these gorgeous boobs bouncing in the moonlight. Can you imagine the effect on a thirteen-year-old boy? Well, over the years, I have placed that in several places, but my favourite is on a picnic table in a park.

Just then they came to the end of the dirt road and pulled into a small vacant parking lot. "The lake should be down that path," Peter pointed. "I'll park over there in the shade and bring the picnic basket."

He stopped to let Sarah out. She took the path and soon came to a grassy clearing. A picnic table stood near the lake. "The picnic table," she thought. She looked around. There were other tables placed around the edge of the clearing. They had the place to themselves. "Looks like a popular place," she mused as she viewed the nearly full garbage containers. There was no time to think. People could come at anytime. Impulsively she stripped off her clothes. She got up on the table and waited naked on hands and knees, facing the lake.

It wasn't long before she heard footsteps on gravel behind her. She resisted the temptation to look, trembling slightly. The sound of footsteps was replaced by the rustle of clothing. Then the footsteps resumed and Peter came around in front of her - naked. His hard on was if anything bigger than the other day. "Come up here with that thing." she ordered. "My pussy awaits."

Peter sprang up on the table - also aware that they wouldn't have this place to themselves for long. He positioned himself and thrust. He pumped slowly with his hands on her hips. Sarah pushed back to make sure she got all of him and began to orgasm. Through glassy eyes she peered out across the lake.

"Too bad there is no one here to see my breasts bounce," Sarah teased. Peter reached around and grabbed them as he shuddered. Sarah counted twenty pulsations.

They heard a car and dashed for the lake. The water was lovely. Another couple came into the clearing. The two grinned at them self-consciously. They too were going to swim naked.

Peter and Sarah were the first to leave the water. With one eye on the couple in the lake, they ate the fancy picnic lunch courtesy of the hotel kitchen and thanks to Peter's ability to bribe.

By the time they were through eating, half the tables in the clearing were occupied. A couple rode in on horseback.

"This seems to be quite the park for romance," Sarah noted, looking over the newcomers. "Lovers even come on horseback," she said to Peter. He was staring at the horses. He looked at her and blushed.

"Are there horses in one of your fantasies? I caught a little bit of a blush just there."

"Do you ride?" he asked

"I haven't ridden since I was a kid. Do you?"

"It is one of my favourite hobbies."

"And?"

"You're going to ferret out all my secrets, aren't you?" he said exasperatedly. Sarah gave him a naughty smile.

Peter sighed, "Yes, it is one of the contexts," he admitted. "One of the couple's positions was with her seated in his lap facing him and she would bounce up and down with him inside her. Since I enjoy horseback riding, it was only natural that I develop the fantasy of screwing on horseback. You know I mentioned this fantasy to my wife one time before she got religion - she too liked riding - it was the one thing we did together. Well, she called me a 'perverted sod'. Never came riding with me again after that."