They were someone else's fingers weren't they? They weren't my own, were they? Surely my own touch couldn't be that stimulating, could it? Even half asleep in bed, having beautifully erotic dreams, I couldn't imagine that the light caresses on my breasts were by me? Was I dreaming or was it really happening?
As my mind caught up with my body and both emerged from the deep sleep, so I remembered where I was and I answered my own questions.
The hand on my full breasts was Guy's. I was lying on my left side. I was in his bed in Cambridge University. It had firstly stroked and caressed me, then cupped it and finally it had gently squeezed the pliant flesh. The fingers had found my nipple and pinched that, nicely, just right, not too much pressure, but enough to encourage the pink, puckered protuberance to stand up and send wonderful tingles through my body. The other hand was pushing at where my left side sunk into the amazingly comfortable, but totally impractical yet wonderfully evocative, feather mattress that Guy had inherited from his grandmother. It was fiddling its way between that and the left side of my body. I knew exactly what it wanted to do. I lifted up a little and felt a little shiver go through me as it wiggled through the gap and found my other breast. It repeated all the actions of the other hand. 'Mmmmmm wonderful' I thought and felt.
But there was more, much more, there had to be. After all when you are in bed with a man and both of you are naked and it is the morning after a night of wonderful sex, there's bound to be more isn't there? I felt his chest against my back. I felt him lifting the blonde, streaked hair away from my neck. I felt him kissing and licking my neck and I felt my goose pimples erupt, it sent shivers through me, it was lovely.
Most significantly of all, though, I felt his erection. I felt it against me, I felt it hard, long and hot. I felt it snuggled between the cheeks of my bottom and poking out the top of the crease. I felt it move, I felt him slightly thrusting it almost in time with the squeezing, pinching and caressing of my breasts and the kissing and licking of my neck. I felt him moving it, pulling it away, moving downwards a little and then fumbling it between my legs; I opened my thighs by lifting my right leg. One of his hands slid down my body and the fingers easily found my clit. He rubbed it, I grunted. I felt the bulbous end of his erection enquiring at the lips of my pussy. He pushed and I grunted again.
Then Guy fucked me from behind; it was absolutely wonderful.
*
It's so nice to have a boy-friend again after such a long time; nearly two years to be precise. Since separating from my husband Erik I haven't been celibate, but I have been selective. I've been with few guys, both old flames and new lovers as well of course as Erik. He still lives in Copenhagen where we were both born. I now live in London, but pop home every month or so. Erik and I then meet and do what married couples are supposed to, fuck like rabbits and then row.
It was my job that caused the separation. I work in investment banking and am a mergers and acquisition specialist. I had headed the Scandinavian M and A for several years when a promotion to Head of European M and A became available. I got it and had to move to London. Erik refused so we split; if you want to get to the top in investment banking most things can be redundant, certainly wives and husbands can be.
It was a powerful job. I ran a team of forty in London and had another hundred or so spread out across the major financial centres in Europe. I travelled a great deal both in Europe and to the New York headquarters of the US owned global bank Goddens. Often known simply as 'big G' we are amongst the two or three most powerful banks in the world and hardly a merger goes by that we are not involved in one way or another.
The promotion took my base salary up to just over a million, pounds not dollars and my bonuses should easily double that. On top of that there was the share options, the car, the apartment in London and every perk and tax dodge anyone could think of. I loved the money, the status, the power and the doing of deals that were like a lifeblood to me.
I hadn't thought I would get involved with anyone whilst in the job. My objective was to give it five years and then retire at forty five. Since leaving London University with an honours degree and going into banking I had never been involved with anyone connected with my job and I planned to keep it that way. I had seen too many careers go wrong because someone could resist dipping their pen in company ink, or in the case of women being the inkwell!
So I was resigned to leading a lonely and largely sexless few years. Despite being Danish and having the free thinking and extremely liberal attitude towards sex that my countrymen are so famous for I didn't intend sleeping around or getting emotionally involved with anyone. Recently when I needed sex I bought it; there are plenty of extremely discrete escort agencies around if you know where to look.
Things change though.
The bank sponsors a library at Cambridge University. It was really a promotional gimmick to get to the brightest brains and show them good things about the bank. For some bizarre reason it came under the wing of M and A and as the Managing Director of that it was my baby. That was how I met Guy.
I'm thirty nine and he's forty seven. I am separated, he has never been married. He doesn't believe in it as an institution and sees it as an unnecessary restriction on man's natural desire to be polygamous. He is a professor of humanities at Cambridge University and is by some margin the brightest and most intelligent man I have ever known, certainly carnally. He is also obsessed with sex in all its forms. And on top of that he is drop dead gorgeous, with a big dick, amazing stamina and fantastic recovery powers.
*
"So you're the mysterious Michaela are you?" The, slim, medium height, just taller than me, dark haired man wearing stylish, tortoise shell framed glasses asked me.
I quipped back. "Well I am Michaela, but as to whether I am mysterious or even the mysterious Michaela, I have no idea?"
"Hmmm."
"What's that mean?"
He laughed. "We'll see," he said as a few other people joined us adding as he looked deeply into my eyes. "Well at least the big boss then.
We were at a luncheon buffet party at Pembroke College Cambridge. I was with Kali the Human Resource Director of the M And A business. She was Dutch and we had known each other for years having both been part of the same graduate intake some sixteen or so years ago. She knew I enjoyed the company of bright people for I had occasionally joked with her that the easiest way to get my knickers off was to speak Latin, know something about astro-physics, read and understand Shakespeare, perform calculus or be stunningly bright. As Guy and I chatted, I suspected he knew something about each of those subjects and more; metaphorically speaking, I could feel my knickers starting to slide down my legs already.
In addition to her HR and recruiting roles in my department Kali was also responsible for helping a number of the professors, with the the books they were always writing, the consultancy work most did for big business and the lucrative lecture tours they went on in such places as Australia, USA, and the Far and Middle East. 'Gravy train' stuff she called it explaining that the more active professors, such as Guy, would easily earn a quarter a million pounds a year from it; what a nice 'gravy train' I thought.
"I knew you would like him," Kali said as we chatted over a cup of tea in one of the rooms of the college away from the heat of the Sunday mid-afternoon sun.
"He is fascinating," I replied.
"And good looking?" She offered.
"That too."
"Great hair."
"Yes."
"And nice eyes?"
"Lovely eyes," I replied the piercingly blue of them coming into my mind as I recalled the intensity of his stare as we had chatted. He had one of those looks that made you feel that you were the only person in the world as he spoke to you.
"And it goes without saying bright."
"Yes very bright" I replied adding feeling a little alarmed. "Hey what you doing?" As Kali ran her hand over my bum in the tightish, thin silky dress.
"Just checking," she smiled "That they're still there."
I laughed. "Yes well in place."
