Patrick and I stayed in his room till about 11pm.
Vodka and ginger ale became known as "side slips", they were easy to drink, and the ginger ale diluted the harsh taste of the vodka. It was a "grown up" drink and somehow gave us sophistication well beyond our years. We drank a bit but not to the planned level of inebriation. I was tired and wanted to be in good form for skiing the next day.
I assumed Rob and Barbara would have returned to the Hotel by then and Rob would be ready to give me the gory details in a full debrief. However, when I got to our room the door was locked and it was obvious from the noise that was coming from the room that Rob and Barbara were putting the double bed to full use.
The prospect of a night in the bar did not appeal, but it appeared I had no choice. I decided to wait for Rob and wedged myself in the doorframe, taking sips of my drink and time passed slowly. At midnight the lift doors opened and to my horror Maggie strode purposefully towards me.
"I suppose Rob is in there with Barbara," she stated.
I denied it of course. But my story was full of holes. I had lost my key. Rob was so tired he must have fallen asleep. I was waiting till he woke up.
Maggie smiled. She simply took my hand and said that I had better wait with her. Grabbing my vodka I followed her into her room.
Girl's rooms are so different. They smell nice, they are tidy and everything seems to have a place. Maggie's was no different. The bed dominated the room.
There are moments in ones life when what is about to happen is so apparent despite it being the furthest thing from your mind until it does. There was no doubt in my mind about what was going to happen. I had entered that room knowing that I was going to end up in bed with Maggie. I sat on the sofa as she kicked off her shoes.
Maggie, I found out the next day was 45 and divorced. Her husband had left her three years ago. He had made ample financial provision for her and the children when he walked out with his 23 year-old secretary.
Maggie had a house in London and an apartment in Paris.
How we came to be naked on the bed together is a distant memory now. The words that she used to tell me that I could go or stay were combined with the simple gesture of dropping her dress. I was transfixed, immediately hard and also slightly frightened. I know she pulled me up from the sofa and knelt to release my cock. Her mouth was eager, warm and inviting as she took me deep into her mouth. Her nails raked under my balls as she looked up into my eyes. Her arms went round me as she hugged me close to her. I remember struggling, tugging at my shirt, popping buttons, and dropping my trousers and kicking them and my shoes and socks away. Maggie pulled my pants down kissing my thighs and knees as she did so.
Then she stood. Looking me directly in the eye she said held my head and said slowly and very deliberately "Fuck me" she repeated it "Fuck me".
Did she know that I was a virgin? I would never have admitted it.
"Don't worry I will look after you, I will teach you" She reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Her breasts were full and heavy. They fell as she freed them. These were not like Sarah's or Sally's. They were larger, the nipples were huge and they were inviting. She cupped her hands under her breasts and pushed them up, firmly as if she were offering them to me. I reached forward gently brushing each nipple as I gazed in amazement at the veins that traced each boob.
Maggie began to shake.
I don't know why but I knew what to do. Here I was aged 18, standing naked with an aching erect cock dripping pre-cum, with a beautiful woman, much older than me.
She was incapable of doing anything. The room appeared so warm and the smell of sex was there. Warm wet cunt, swollen cock and anticipation are heady ingredients for any perfume. You couldn't bottle and sell it, it but every man knows that smell so well and has paid for it in his own way.
I pulled her to me, my hands immediately cupping the cheeks of her ass. I felt her rising on her tiptoes as if to make it easy for me to enter her. I felt the suspenders against me and fumbled to undo them, with Maggie's assistance her stockings were free and my hand slipped inside her knickers to find her gushing wet cunt. There was no timid exploration. I knew exactly what to do. I had no fear. Her pussy was so wet and her labia so pronounced I felt every contour and lost my finders inside her. Her breathing was ragged and rasping in my ear.