Lorna's Journals (Part Four)
We sailed along the pavements and past historic London scenes to an impressive new riverfront apartment house. It had about fifteen floors and at least five luxury flats per floor. The lobby alone would have said "super wealthy" with the sheer elegance it provided for you in just this first peep at Thames riverside life. Raymond and Phil were doing very well!
A lift took us upward and together we found flat 52 on the fifth floor. The door whisked open and my chum dear Phil guided us in. He was dressed in linen trousers and a cranberry coloured shirt. His silver coloured full hair was all swept back with a touch of oil. His sunlamp tanned face was aglow and smiling like a pleased cat about to get the cream.
Rex shook hands with Phil heartily, standing tall and knowing Phil was eyeing him head to toes.
"A real silver daddy! I always wanted to meet one." Rex said with confidence and his handsome face full of pink lustre from our rather brisk city walk.
Phil laughed and smirked back, "Meet one? You will meet two today, you very hot sexy man!"
I just knew we were off to a hell of a good start!
The panoramic views in the front room were stunning. Both Rex and I made all the right sounds and found comfy seats on the antique plush furniture. Nothing was cheap. All velvet and super posh!
Rex perched his limber six foot form on a rather elegant armchair and he crossed his long legs demurely in front of himself. I yet again saw a man I wanted and had waited for all my life. But this was no ordinary lust fest. No, this was new territory for Rex and me.
This voyeurism and exhibitionism union was amazing enough, but add to it my mentorship in all things sexual, well that was fucking out of this world. My life had gone from mundane to bloody fantastic!
Raymond bustled in with a silver tray of nibbles and crystal glasses of sherry. The bottle of sherry stood on the ready for easy refills. Raymond looked like a twin to Phil and wore a print shirt rather than a solid colour. Plus Raymond wore spectacles and sported slightly less fluffy silver hair. A proud polished bald spot adorned his crown. Phil was probably 65 and Raymond nearly 70. It was only a guess but they looked great and certainly were trim and fit.
Raymond served Rex first and made all sorts of suggestive asides as Rex took a sip of sherry and nibbled a cheese biscuit. The two older silver daddies sat sipping their cocktails and looked at me for some entry into delving deeper into Rex, in all ways possible.
I gulped down my sherry, said a little prayer to the sex gods and tried to launch the boat out.
Gazing toward Rex I began a little verbal introduction for our visit.