This story follows on immediately from
Ch1. Dave, Jen and I are at a symposium in Barcelona. I am the new boy at nineteen, Jen is late thirties, and Dave, a brusque northerner with an eye for the ladies, is somewhat older. After a meal in Las Ramblas, Dave heads back to the hotel leaving me with Jen, who he's been chatting up all day. Back at the hotel, Jen took me to her room where I got my first lesson in giving oral sex, something her 'shag about' husband won't do for her.
Ch2 Jen realised that this might have been a mistake and summoned me to her room to explain. She's worried that I am very young, one of only four people who know about her snake tattoo, and that I might not be discreet. When I made it obvious that 'What happens in Barcelona, stays in Barcelona', she invited me back to her room that night, where we discovered we both like talking dirty. (If you haven't read Chs 1&2, the head of the snake tattoo starts on her inner thigh, winds its way round her belly until the tail vanishes into her vagina)
We checked in at Barcelona airport for the return flight and, just the way things worked, Jen and I sat together, but Dave was right down the back. This was quite a relief because his continuous stream of sexual innuendo was getting a bit tiresome.
Besides, I had just had two nights of sexual bliss, having been introduced to the joys of giving and receiving oral sex, not to mention a couple of seriously satisfying shags under Jen's expert tutelage. Up to this point my sexual experience had been a quick fumble and, on a couple of occasions, an actual shag. No virgin but no expert either.
That second night, when Jen had invited me to bathe with her, was a scene played over and over again in my mind. The bath, the oral, the dirty talk. I hadn't realised how erotic that could be, particularly being told that I had to tell her when I was about to cum. I don't know why, but it turned me on too.
So this had been the central theme of my early morning masturbation that final day. Now we were sitting side by side on the way home, with the words 'What happens in Barcelona, stays in Barcelona,' ringing in my ears, to my bitter disappointment. Two nights of rumbustious sex and now it was back to porridge!
"It doesn't have to end here." Jen whispered conspiratorially. I must have looked astounded as she continued, "If we both agree this is just sex for sex's sake, I think we could continue. No hearts and flowers stuff, just straightforward sex?"
I'm nineteen years old, have just had my first introduction to a number of novel sexual experiences including oral, from a mature woman, and she wants to continue. Am I going to turn it down? Not bloody likely.
The plan was confirmed during the rest of the journey. Sunday was her husband's golf day. He vanished at about nine and seldom returned before three, and never before two. Sunday was to be our day. A simple series of signals was arranged, just in case things went wrong, and I spent the rest of the journey semi erect in anticipation.
About a month later, all the stars aligned, and I found myself on her doorstep on a Sunday morning brimming with anticipation. As Jen opened the door she looked stunning in her skirt and sweater. I couldn't resist looking her up and down as I stepped into the neat hall.
Hair, just as I remembered it, short bob turned under at the ends. Glasses, those alluring square glasses framed her face. I don't know what it is about square framed glasses, probably something to do with Pavlov and his dogs, but to this day I have a preference for them. And that smile, the two deepening dimples in her cheeks as she asked cheekily.
"Tired?"
A bit surprised by the question I quickly answered, "No."
"Good! Neither am I. Let's go to the bedroom." Followed by a broad smile.
I know I knew that was what was going to happen, but I wasn't expecting her to make puns or jokes about it. I got the message, sex is fun! Not just enjoyable but actually fun.
"Up them stairs!" She commanded.
Almost pushing me from behind, she opened the door forcing me through it, closing it firmly with her heel.
This was clearly the master bedroom. The curtains were closed and candles burned on every surface, their flickering light reflected in the mirrored wardrobe doors and several others on the dressing table.
With a huge grin she held out her arms.
"Come here you gorgeous creature."
I moved into her embrace and as we kissed she slid her hands repeatedly over my buttocks in the most erotic way.
As our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, she took one of my hands and slid it under her sweater. I didn't need any more encouragement and moved my palm upwards. The flesh was soft and warm and the fact that she was naked underneath soon became obvious.
As my inexpert hand glided gently over the unfamiliar flesh, it encountered the stiff buttons of her nipples.
"Gently.....
"Very gently....
"They like being stroked very, very gently....
"They get super sensitive when I'm excited.....
"And send messages straight to my fanny.....
"Which makes me very wet because.......
"Very shortly I know I am going to hold that stiff young cock....
"In my hand.....
"As I straddle your naked body......
"And guide it into me........
"And then we fuck!.....
"Let's get naked!"
She set about my shirt, button by button, until it slipped gently off my shoulders, then dropped her hands to my trousers. One button, a zip, a sharp tug, and I was left standing in my boxers. I kicked off my shoes as she removed her sweater in one deft movement, exposing those gorgeous globes of warm palpable flesh. She reached for the button at the side of her skirt when I interrupted.
"May I?"
"Of course."
I was no expert at undressing a woman, but my hands seemed to find their own way: the button: the zip: then the whole ensemble fell to the floor to reveal a vision. Black lace panties, a matching suspender belt and stockings.
How many times had I run my hand up a girl's stocking clad leg in the hope of reaching that patch of bare flesh? How often had my hand been repulsed? Only once in my young life had it been granted access to the elasticated leg of her knickers, and now, now the whole fantasy was revealed for my eyes to feast on.
The bulge in my boxers betrayed my excitement, not to mention the little damp circle of precum that had leaked from the tip.
"Like it?"
I was beyond words.
"Lie on your back."
As I obeyed, she slipped her panties off, and reached for my boxers. Carefully easing them over my pulsating erection, she crawled up the bed and straddled my hips. The view was amazing!
