Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious.
One.
Paul pulled his old blue Ford Sierra into the car park of the travel Hotel and switched off the engine. He sat behind the steering wheel and ooked around him.
Dusk was beginning to fall. Dark enough not to be recognised walking into the building and still too early for the evening rush of travellers trying for any spare rooms.
He spied the white mini Metro that Suzie drove. It was parked as close to the entrance as was possible as if he had every right to be there. Of course he did.
Paul still couldn't free himself of the sense of guilt he had had ever since their first meeting. Was it wrong, what they had done together? He knew he had enjoyed it. He also knew that it was becoming increasingly difficult to perform with his wife. Was it guilt or was it that the slit between her legs no longer turned him on. He had brought up the subject of anal sex with her on a couple of occasions. It was twenty years or more since he had last made moves in that direction towards her. He'd forgotten the pain she had felt when he had first tried to enter her that way.
She hadn't. The first time he'd asked she'd gently refused, the second, when he had tried to press her, she had suggested he see a Doctor.
He didn't need a Doctor. He just needed something his wife couldn't give him.
He wondered how long it had been since Suzie had arrived. Would he be waiting in reception or gone to the twin room they had booked. Many professional travellers shared rooms. One, it was company, two, if you slipped the receptionist a modest sum he or she would provide you with two receipts, one each, for your expenses claim.
He thoughts went back to their first meeting. How he had walked along the sea front and waited at the entrance to the old pier as nervous as a teenager on a first date.
Suzie had done everything right. Despite Suzie's misgivings they had used his car. He laughed out loud as he remembered the contortions he had had to put his ample and no longer supple frame through to get his mouth to Suzie's ass hole and then to get his prick inside it. Suzie had leapt like a shot Rabbit as his prick had first opened his anus. He'd squealed a little like a rabbit as well.
He'd stuck it out and had let him try again. The second time he'd entered him.
He had been so tight, he'd never felt a hole so tight. Suzie had already told him that he had only been fucked once before. A long, slow gentle fuck in a hotel room with an overseas visitor. It would have been a lot different from theirs.
Paul climbed out of the car. It was fully dark now. He could see the reception desk in the brightly lit entrance. He could only see one person, a young girl in a white blouse, sitting behind it. He collected his overnight bag from the boot of his car, took his waterproof coat from the front passenger seat, and locking the car, made his way inside.
The young girl looked up as he entered.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
He gave his and Suzie's names. The girl looked at her computer screen.
"Yes, Sir." She spoke briskly with a smile on her lips. Did she suspect what they were going to do? "Room number five. Through the door and turn right. It is the last door on the left. Your friend has already booked in."
The way she said friend. She did suspect.
He hurried through the doors and down the corridor, anxious to get away from reception. The door to number five stood slightly ajar. He opened it and entered the room.
"Hallo." He called, his voice hardly above a whisper.
"Hallo, Paul." The reply from the bathroom was full of confidence. "Lock the door and make yourself comfortable. I will only be a minute."
Locking the door he hung up his coat and jacket on the hooks in the back of the door and sat down on the sofa. The sofa which would have normally been opened out to make a second double bed in the room for when it was being used as a twin or as a family room. Suzie must have packed it away. There was the one double bed now. The corners of the sheets had been folded back ready for the occupants to go to bed.
He could smell perfume. A rather strong woman's perfume.
The bathroom door opened. For a few seconds there was no other movement, then Suzie walked into the room.
Suzie wore low heeled sandals with ankle straps, tights or stockings, a pale blue cocktail dress with a string of pearls around the neck. The lights sparkled in the rings on his fingers and the stones that dangled from his ears. Two mounds inside the top of the dress gave the impression of breasts. Paul looked at Suzie's face. It was free of make up.
He carried a Claret glass three-parts full with a rich, deep coloured liquid. He stood for a second in the doorway then walked slowly towards Paul. Paul started to get to his feet.
"Don't get up." Suzie said. "Stay still."
Suzie smiled at him and handed him his glass.
"Had a hard day?" Suzie asked, opening Paul's overnight bag and sorting the contents into drawers in the cupboard across from the sofa upon which a fourteen-inch television sat. His pyjamas he slipped under a pillow on the bed and his washing bag he took into the bathroom. He returned carrying an open bottle of red wine and a second glass. Placing the wine and glass beside the television set he took Paul's slippers from his bag and knelt on the carpet in front of him.
"Had a hard day?" Suzie repeated untying the laces on Paul's shoes and removing them. He fitted Paul's feet into his slippers. Collected his glass and wine bottle and remaining on the carpet leaned back with his head against Paul's knee.
"I had a good drive up." Paul replied when he finally found his voice. "How about you?"
"It was all right. The traffic was heavy getting out of Bristol.
"Yes I know." Paul agreed. "I ran into it on the Motorway as I was passing."
They both drank from their glasses. Paul wished his drink were a pint of beer.
Suzie turned his head to Paul and placing one of his hands on Paul's thighs asked.
"Are you feeling very tired?"
"No, not very tired." Paul confirmed.
Suzie moved his hand further up Paul's thigh. Paul found himself automatically opening his legs. The fingers stopped inches from his balls. Suzie watched the shapes underneath the material of Paul's trousers bring caused by Paul's prick growing and hardening. He gently ran his finger along the outline of it. Paul took a sharp intake of breath.
"Are you all right?" Suzie asked, concern in his voice.
"I'm fine. I really am."
Suzie undid his belt and the tops of Paul's trousers then slowly pulled down the zip. Paul lifted his ass from the sofa as Suzie eased them down over his hip to his ankles. Suzie kissed both of Paul's thighs before pulling down his underpants and freeing his prick.
