This is a continuation of the British Museum story featuring Sarah. It can be read alone but best followed on from the first part
Sarah is a pretty university student and Pete an older gentleman who meet one day in the British museum.
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The following few days after I returned from London I couldn't get Sarah out of my thoughts her legs the little skirt her beautiful eyes as she looked up at me in the toilet it all in some way seemed like a dream and an old man's fantasy. I repeatedly looked at the scrap of paper she had given me not daring to use the email it contained my thoughts ranging from Is it real to will she just laugh at me being a silly old man thinking she would want to see me again.
I awoke early and as my thoughts ran through the events at the British museum my hand was touching my cock thinking of her and how much the vision of her and her shy but confident demeanour made me want her so much I then resolved to at least try. Reminding myself that taking the chance and not being myself worked last time. I picked up my phone and wrote an email to her. Eventually after about 10 rewrites, I sent the following bland email:
Dear Sarah, I hope you are well and that you enjoyed your trip to the museum as much as I did
Pete
I kept checking my phone every couple of minutes after it had been sent but my inbox remained empty until by mid-morning I was concluding that she probably regretted her time with me.
I made a coffee and sat in a chair in the sun and looked out across the garden before glancing again at my phone and suddenly spotting a new email. My heart skipped a beat as I realised it was from her
I was fumbling with my phone desperate to open it and almost deleted it in my haste but open it I did my eyes desperate to see its contents.
Hi Pete
Lovely to hear from you and sorry I'm between lectures so can only be brief.
Yes I did enjoy my museum visit ( winking emoji)
Will email soon
Sarah xx
Also I'm sure I should be addressing you as Sir x
I read it again and again feeling turned on relieved and desperate for her to email again. So began a day of obsessively watching my phone for new emails.
That afternoon they did come and we started a long and flirtatious conversation and yes she did keep calling me Sir which I liked very much.
In bed, I decided to risk it and ask for pictures and there was a pause before she sent several pretty pictures and wished me good night. I stared at them and rerun her flirty conversation in my mind until I drifted off to sleep.
The emails continued for days and I got braver and our emails stopped being flirty and just became more erotic and sexually charged until eventually I asked her to visit me To my surprise but delight she agreed and the next weekend was set.
As the day got nearer I was so excited, turned on and desperate to see her. Would anything happen again? I know we have got very flirty but that doesn't mean something will happen I kept thinking but hoping I was wrong.
The day finally arrived and I dressed smartly and eagerly awaited her arrival not knowing what to do with myself until there was a gentle knock on the door. My heart jumped as the knock came and I went quickly to the door and opened it.
There stood Sarah beautiful in the sunlight in a little blue floral sundress that ended just above her knees. Her legs were in sheer fine black stockings and this time no trainers but little black ballet pumps. As my eyes took in her beautiful body I then looked at her pretty face as she smiled with perfect red lipstick and said, "Hello Pete."
"Come in Sarah wonderful to see you," I said. As she comes in placing her bag on the floor as I close the door to the outside world. We stand looking briefly at each other I for one suddenly unsure what to do then look at this beautiful young woman in front of me.
For what seems like an age I just stare unsure of myself before Sarah stands on tiptoes and whispers in my ear, " I think I should be calling you Sir and being a good girl. "
As I look down at her she shyly lowers her eyes and slowly rocks swishing her skirt slightly before her words register in my mind and I take her round the waist and pull her towards me and kiss her luscious red lips. Immediately her lips part and I feel her tongue invade my mouth as we passionately kiss and taste each other her young sweet breath intoxicating me along with her sweet perfume.
My hand holds her close as my other hand touches her sheer stockinged leg and lifts the skirt of her dress and realise it is stockings not tights as my hand moves to her soft warm upper thigh. My mind gets even more excited knowing she wore the stockings because I told her to, my hand moves around to her pert arse feeling the soft but firm cheeks before she suddenly breaks the kiss and pulls back from me and looks me straight in the eye.
"Follow me, Sir," she says somehow sexily and coyly. She then turns and walks seductively into my study I follow my hard cock pushing my trousers out in front of me as she takes my hand and sits me in my leather armchair.
Sarah stands in front of me and says, "Just sit and enjoy this Sir." As she smiles wiggles her hips slightly then her hand goes behind her back and unzips the dress. With a slight shrug of her shoulders, the dress starts to fall her body revealing her beautiful body to me. I just stare memorised as the dress eventually slides down her legs and falls in a pool of floral material around her feet.
"Beautiful," is all I can say as I look at your body. You stand there just in your sheer translucent black holdup stockings and little white lacy panties and white lacy half-cup bra looking like a girl I could only dream about. You don't say a word as you stand there but just raise your finger to your mouth in a sign to silence me before turning slowly round so I can view your stunning body. You then step out of the crumpled ring of your dress towards me and elegantly drop to your knees before me.