As soon as I landed at Amsterdam airport I called Francis. She was pleasantly surprised hearing my voice. I told her that I would be in the office the next day and that we could have dinner in the evening. Francis agreed immediately. Dinner was something to look forward to, but what would happen after that. When I arrived home I hit the showers. The warm water felt great and I started to stroke my dick. Thinking of the Saturday night with four well shaped women made my dick erupt very quickly.
I dried myself and when straight to bed. In the middle of the night I woke up, memories of that night in my mind. It was awesome; could I ever make someone else part of it?
I sat in my office chair but I could not concentrate on the planning of my next audit, which was supposed to be in Barcelona. It would be a general plant audit and would take me up certainly four weeks. I was wondering, would Mercedes still be there and if yes, would she be willing to spend the weekends with me. But I also figured out that is was a long time ago I had some holidays.
'I should take up some days off' I said to myself 'and invite Francis to come with me'. So I called her and asked Francis if she would like to join me for a week at the beach not to far from here. For a moment I didn't hear anything but then she almost screamed through the telephone 'Yes, of course, I want to. Next week?'
'Yes, next week, but I need to make some arrangements. I let you know tonight, but make sure you can take a holiday either next week or the week after.'
When I entered Francis' office a big smile was on her face. She looked very pretty and her breasts were still as big as I remembered.
'We go next week, Martin? Please say yes, because I long for you so much that I almost have orgasms just by thinking of you.'
'Yes, it will be next week and we can leave this coming Sunday, if you like. We go to a small town at the coast and I rented a small cottage, so we will have much privacy. And we are only a few meters from the sea.'
'You're great. I love you for that, Martin.' Francis said and kissed me full on the mouth, pressing her big tits against my chest. 'Feel my tits, Martin, do you still like these, or have you changed your mind whilst in Norway?'