Day Four Friday
I was woken up by Lydia, disentangling herself from me.
"Its time to get up." She explained apologetically. I mumbled something by way of a reply before I opened my eyes and began rubbing them. My mouth was dry and somewhat parched, remedied by a half-full glass of water that Lydia handed me. I gratefully took it and drank it down in a couple of gulps. I then climbed out of the bed which was very comfortable. I helped Lydia tidy it and then followed her dutifully into the bathroom. After taking it in turns to 'freshen up' we shared a lovely shower. The needles of warm water, waking me up. We lathered each of our bodies from head to toe with shower crème, lingering over each others breasts and backsides. When Lydia rubbed crème into my back and arse cheeks she followed it up by pressing her warm, smooth body against mine. I was only too happy to oblige and we held each other tight in a clinch as we faced each other. We tenderly kissed and as we lathered our respective pussies we soon found ourselves stroking each others' soapy clits. The movements were slow and gentle. Just the tips of our fore & index fingers, held together, rubbing up and down like brush strokes, quickening our pace only when we shared a deep, satisfying mutual orgasm.
"AHHH!" We both cried out in chorus as we came together.
After climaxing, we finished showering and Lydia and I dried each other off. We sat in the kitchen eating a hearty breakfast Lydia prepared, each wearing nothing but a pair of bath towels, one around our hair, the other our bodies. When breakfast was finished I took my laundered clothes upstairs and packed them away in my backpack. After applying toiletries and dressing I was ready to leave. I would be sad go. Like the others I'd met I'd exchanged contact details with her, but unlike the others where it wouldn't have been the end of the world if they didn't get in touch, I was hoping that Lydia would. I found her in her living room, feet up on the sofa dressed in blue & white striped top, baggy navy-blue shorts that reached down almost to her knees & gloss nude tights, like those I'd worn to dinner yesterday. She had her hair up in a bun and wore a pair of horn-rimmed reading spectacles. She had her laptop appropriately enough on her lap, working away. I gently wrapped on the open door to gain her attention.
"I'm off now. I'd just like to say thanks. I had a great stay and I'll be giving you a glowing review." Somehow that just didn't seem to cover it. She removed her glasses, set her computer down on the leather foot stool and in stockinged feet walked over to me. She embraced me as best as she could with my backpack on and looked down at me.
"And I'd like to say that it was a pleasure having you. Pun fully intended."
"When Mel & Joe get here, just tell them you 'cum' highly recommended by me." I quipped back.
Once more we shared a long, tender, sensual kiss and I tasted her subtly-flavoured lipstick or gloss. I left the house and didn't look back, though I did see some movement in the living room of the house next door. I guessed the occupant(s) had heard everything we'd been up to the previous night. I cheekily waved and smiled at them before pressing on. The weather was once more sunny and the puddles from yesterday's storm had largely evaporated. I retraced my path past the Talbot Inn and across the picturesque toll bridge across the Thames and rejoined the path on the south bank. I had quite a way to go, following the meandering Thames...
Although I had seen the gleaming spires of Oxford from afar, the city just hit me all at once, first with some allotments and then a railway line. I left the Thames Path at Folly Bridge and walked via Abingdon Road to where I was staying, the aptly named Cambridge Terrace Home for Students. With the academic year having ended a couple of weeks earlier, the students of Oxford's many colleges had gone home for the summer (or simply graduated) and the various halls of residence were available to hire as B & Bs. Cambridge Terrace was a fairly new looking building conveniently located for the shops and sights of the city. My room was quite small and utilitarian, with white-washed walls, with a kitchenette against one wall, a small computer desk and a small ensuite bathroom with a shower. The room was rounded out by a queen-sized double-bed. Sitting heavily on the springy mattress I wondered how much 'action' it had gotten from the myriad hormonal students away from home for the first time. My plan was to stay in the city for the whole of Saturday before resuming my hike Sunday. What's more, other than the 'Jilling' Lydia had given me in the shower that morning, I wasn't intending to go looking for sex today, rather let my pussy have a break. That being said, if the opportunity presented itself...
Day Five Saturday
When I awoke the next morning I decided to treat myself to a lie-in since I didn't need to vacate the room until the next day. After unpacking yesterday I'd sent a text to one of my best friends, Andrea who lived in Oxford and I agreed to meet up with her and her lecturer husband Richard at their place that evening for drinks and a meal. We chatted about what had happened in our lives since our last encounter and of course, I told them about the purpose of my hike in quite racy details. So racy and detailed they were that I got the distinct impression that they weren't that disappointed when I announced I was heading back to my digs. I was certain that the moment they closed the front door on me that they were racing upstairs to their bedroom to satiate their inflamed passions from listening to my lurid and lewd tales. Now lying in bed, very mildly hung over from all the wine I'd consumed with my friend and her 'hubby' I began to make my plans for the day.
I suddenly heard the sound of the MGM Lion roaring which meant I'd received a text from someone. I blindly reached out for my phone and my hand seemed to find it. But something was wrong, it was smaller than I remembered and when I went to pick it up something gave a tug before it gave. I sat up in bed, wiped my eyes and looked into my right hand. In it was a phone that wasn't mine! Mine was lying on one of the shelves above the wall the bed was pressed against. I'd instinctively reached out to something closer to my level as I would if I was in my own bed, in this case the window sill behind and to the right of me. I put the phone back on the sill next to the white charging cord snaking down to a power socket in the skirting board. I reached for my own smart-phone and saw I had a text from Mel. I opened it up and accompanying a caption which read "Wish you were here ;-)!" was a selfie taken by Joe showing him sitting up in a familiar-looking bed, naked with a grin on his face. Beside him, also in their birthday suits and sporting satisfied grins were Mel & Lydia. Well, well, well.
"You bet I do ;-)!" I texted back.
Putting my phone back on the shelf, I opened the blinds slightly and walked into the bathroom to relieve myself; pealing off the t-shirt and panties I'd worn to bed as I did so and then showered. The shower wasn't a patch on the one I'd had with Lydia for obvious reasons, but it was invigorating nevertheless. Towelling off, my attention returned to the phone I'd discovered. I picked it up and stared at it and noticed it was still on. I could feel its warmth. Like mine, it wasn't in a case, just a plain, flat black phone. After a little deliberation I pressed the button on the side taking it out of stand-by mode. The lock screen appeared showing two women in their early-twenties, one Caucasian the other bi-racial. They were slim and wore t-shirts, baseball caps from which dark hair spilled, baggy cargo trousers and the photo ended at their shins so I couldn't see their footwear. They had an arm around each other's shoulders and were smiling for the photographer. Judging by the lighting and background showing multiple dancing people, it had been taken in a nightclub. I made a swipe with my fingertip along the screen and the menu appeared -- same background photo.
The icon indicating unheard voice mail messages were present and after a moment deliberating what to do I dialled the number for voice mail. I wasn't asked for a pass code and the monotone voice said:
"You have twenty new messages. First message:" There then followed the customary 'beep'.
"Bobbie, this is Nat. Please, you've got my phone, please give it back to me. Please?" 'Nat's' voice sounded desperate and I grew concerned. I had the feeling that all or most of these messages were the same. I played one or two more which seemed to confirm my hypothesis. From the messages it appeared that Bobbie and Natalie had been a couple and broken up. Bobbie had kept Natalie's phone and included on it were photos and a video. You didn't need a filthy mind like mine to guess they were 'intimate' in nature.
