Recap:
After several years apart I'd gone to visit a lady I liked to call Auntie. She was a few years older than me and I'd got to know her when we worked at the same company when I was a teenager. I'd always wanted to fuck her, but never had the courage to ask her out. Now, as a young adult, I'd gone to stay with her for a few days and after a nervous start I'd convinced her the age gap between us was irrelevant, we'd started to get intimate, and eventually fucked each others' brains out. Everything was going well until a telephone call from my company dragged me back to London.
After the telephone call...
Nicole took me back to her cottage to pick up my things, dropped me at the station and before I knew it I was back in London. I dropped my bags at my apartment, changed into a suit, and was back into the business world. It felt a million miles from the rural idyll I'd been in for the past few days. I was missing Auntie desperately, not just for the incredible sex, but because I'd enjoyed her company more than anybody else I'd ever been with. We had so much in common that there was never a moment when we didn't have something to talk and laugh about.
Over the following days, while I was sorting out the problems with one of our major clients, we sent messages to each other regularly, and Face-timed each other at every opportunity. However, I couldn't speak to her as much as I wanted to, because my work schedule and hers didn't allow us both to have mutual free time.
Then an idea struck me. In a week's time I was due to attend an industry awards dinner at a leading London hotel and I hadn't arranged who was going to be my plus one.
So, that evening when we spoke: "I'm really missing you, and I'd like to make up for rushing off so quickly, so how about you come down to London? There's an awards dinner next week at The Dorchester and I'd love it if you'd be my partner?"
"Oh, Simon, that's come out of the blue. I'll have to check my diary to see if I can spare the time."
"Please, if you can move anything to free up your time it'll be fantastic. I'll make it worth your while."
"I bet you will - and I can imagine what you'll have in mind for that . . ." she laughed.
"No, really. We can spend a couple of nights in London, eat out, and maybe take in a show. I'll see if I can get some time off and we can travel back to your place together - what do you say? I'll even book us into your favourite hotel . . ."
"Mmmm, that does sound lovely, but I'm not sure you can afford my favourite hotel."
"I bet I can. We never got round to talking much about my career, so you don't really know how far I've gone - or what I earn. So what are you going to tell me? The Ritz? The Lanesborough in Knightsbridge, or is it Claridges in Mayfair? None of those are a problem, so what is it?"
"Dukes in St James's."
"Wow, that did take me by surprise, although it shouldn't have, should it? You're a lady with style, so I should have known you'd choose a sophisticated, almost secretive hotel instead of somewhere that people go to be seen. I've taken clients to Dukes' bar because it's famous for it's martinis - and a favourite of Ian Fleming where he came up with James Bond's favourite drink. But, I've never stayed there, so you've got a deal Auntie. Come down for the awards dinner and I'll book us into Dukes for a few nights."
"I think you've clinched your deal young man."
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The following week I arrived at Dukes early afternoon to drop my bags at reception, however, our room was ready so I went up and left them in there. My tux was at work, but I wanted to make sure everything was ready for when Nicole arrived so I ordered a bottle of her favourite white wine to be delivered to the room after she'd checked in. Satisfied, I walked to my office, which was only 15 minutes away.
The afternoon seemed never-ending because I was so excited to be seeing Auntie again. I tried to get on with my work, but spent a lot of time just staring out of my window across St James's Park to where aircraft lined the sky on their flight path to Heathrow.
By early evening everybody had started to leave the office. I changed into my dress shirt, trousers and bow tie in anticipation of Auntie arriving.
Eventually the phone rang and made me jump. It was reception: "Ms Bissette is here to see you, sir."
"Good, thank you, send her up to the 14th, I'll meet her outside the lift."
Leaving my office I walked quickly round to the lifts, my heart beating frantically. I'd never been this nervous, or excited in my life.
A bell rang announcing that the lift had arrived. As the the doors opened Nicole was talking to our marketing director, who, seeing me waiting outside, smiled and bade her goodbye. She walked towards me out of the lift and I was tongue-tied. She was wearing a knee-length, black cocktail dress, thin straps across her shoulders, black stockings, patent leather, open-toed stilettos, and was carrying a black shawl and clutch bag.
"You look amazing," I whispered as I kissed her cheek, conscious of the cameras trained on the lift lobby.
Taking her hand I led her around the corridor to my office. Once inside I shut the door, took her in my arms and kissed her deeply on the lips. I held her so tight and close to me, it was as though she was going to disappear at any minute.
"Oh, my, that was beautiful, but I need to breathe..."
"Mmm, I've missed you so much I couldn't help myself." I ran my hand down her back, the silky material of her dress felt so sensual under my fingers. I traced the line of a suspender down from her waist until I felt the button at her thigh where it attached to her stocking top.
"Oh, you don't know how much I've thought about you since I left. I've dreamed about you standing in front of me in just your underwear and stockings."
"I've missed you as well darling. Everything happened so fast from the moment you arrived at my house, I didn't expect things to develop the way they did - or all of the sex we had."
"I just want to keep kissing you and touch your gorgeous body."
"Hey, we mustn't get carried away, somebody might come in."
"It's OK. Everybody's gone home, but I'll lock the door to be on the safe side."
"What about the window, somebody could still see us."
"No, take a look, we're well above the other buildings around, nobody can see into here."
As she went over to the window I walked up behind and put my arms around her, pulling her close to me.
"The view from here is wonderful, you can see right across the park to Buckingham Palace, and right across London, it's beautiful."
"Mmmm, I never get bored with it, and I often sit and just stare out of the window. I've come up with some of my greatest ideas that way. Such as contacting you again - that's the best one."
Kissing the back of her neck, my hands ran up and down the front of her dress, touching the suspenders on her thighs. I slipped her dress up, feeling the soft silkiness of her stockings.
"I've missed your stockings Auntie. I've wanted to run my hands over them so much. I've been desperate to see your stocking tops and suspenders. I imagined what panties and suspender belt you'd wear, and to be able to see your nipples through a sheer bra."
Gently pushing me away she turned, kissed me slowly on the lips, then moved across the office. Looking deeply into my eyes she slowly slipped one thin strap off her shoulder, then the other, and pushed the dress slowly down her body and let it fall to the floor.
I gasped: "Oh, Auntie, you've worn the basque we bought together. I've tried to visualise you wearing that, but looking at you now, my imagination was crap. I never got close to how stunning your body looks in that black lacy, see-through gorgeousness."
Laughing, she turned for me to see her black panties, and the seams running up the backs of her black, fully fashioned stockings.
I spun her round kissing her roughly, gripping her buttocks, squeezing them through the silky flimsiness of her knickers.
I lifted her onto my desk, quickly clearing everything off it, lots of things fell onto the floor with a clatter.
"Lie back, I've been desperate to fuck you, I can't wait any longer."
Leaning back on her hands she watched as I franticly undid my trousers, pushed them down, my erect cock springing free from my pants. Taking hold of her legs I pulled them apart and buried my face between her thighs kissing and licking her panties, tasting her pussy lips through the silky material, my hands caressing her legs, running up and down her stockings, lingering over her stocking tops and suspenders. I sucked hungrily at her juices seeping through her panties.
