My name is Mike and I am sat in the reception at the Hilton Hotel, close to the NEC on the outskirts of Birmingham. I'm a British businessman in my mid fifties and I am waiting for Amy, who is the daughter of George and Denise with whom I had a threesome in Curacao about two years ago. Denise contacted me a couple of weeks ago to tell me that her twenty-five year old daughter was making her first visit to England and asked me to spend a day showing her the local sights.
As I smiled to myself thinking back to that night in Curacao, a young lady walked towards me. She had fiery red hair and I instantly recognised this younger version of Denise. She was dressed in a loose smock top cut just low enough to reveal a tantilising amount of cleavage. I could see that she had inherited an ample bosom from her mother. Jeans and white trainers completed her outfit.
I stood and walked over towards her then extended my hand to greet her. Amy shook my hand and leaned in to kiss me on both cheeks.
"You must be Amy," I said then added, "You are a beautiful young lady."
She blushed and replied, "Thank you, Mike, I've heard a lot about you from Mom."
We walked out of the hotel to my car and I opened the door for her. As I stood behind Amy, I could see that she was a little overweight but her taut bottom looked fine in her tight jeans. I drove to Stratford upon Avon with the intention of showing her around the Shakespeare Museum. During the journey, Amy told me more about herself and her work. She had moved from the Midwest to New Jersey about six months ago to take up a new job with Continental Airlines. Her boyfriend stayed behind and she had only seen him twice since she moved across country.
After showing her around the Museum, I took her to an old fashioned tea room for a light lunch then we decided to take a walk along the banks of the river Avon. As we strolled along on a sunny afternoon, I felt Amy's hand reach for mine. I turned my head to look at her and she smiled then squeezed my hand.
"Can I take you to dinner tonight?" I asked.
"That would be great," she replied.
We took a river cruise before returning the hotel for Amy to shower and change her clothes. As I live only a few miles from the NEC, I went home to change for our evening out. I stepped into the shower and I started to think of Amy. My cock started to harden as I imagined her naked body and I gently stroked myself. My thoughts drifted back to my night with her parents and I wondered if Amy was available tonight.
Just then, I heard my cell phone buzz and I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried my hands before answering it.
"Hi, Mike, it's Denise," I heard her say.
"Hi, Denise, good to hear from you," I replied.
"I have just had a call from Amy, she enjoyed her day out and she is very excited about dinner tonight."
"Glad she enjoyed our visit to Stratford Upon Avon."
"Mike, please don't tell her about Curacao," Denise said.
"Of course not, your secret is safe with me, Denise."