The Governor and his wife dropped in before retiring to their bungalow. He invited me to join a small group that were going to have dinner in the resorts private dining rooms. Following Bernadette’s advice, I accepted. I showered shaved and spruced myself up before making my way to their rooms.
Jan was looking great as she welcomed the guests. She had that look that successful women develop. They reach a stage, where they know they are beautiful, and the worlds at their feet.
The dinner guests were some of the business leaders that Bernadette had introduced me to that day. Their wives well preserved older women.
Bernadette and Jackie were the only wives that were clearly younger than their husbands. Bernadette told me she would introduce me to the most important pair in the room.
She went on to explain that 60 year old Robert was old money and power. His marriage to 45 year old Rebecca was a marriage that joined the states two oldest and most respected political and business families.
When we joined them they were with the Governor and his wife. The talk immediately turned to football and my game that afternoon.
I studied Rebecca. She was real old style quality. She was genuinely interested, asking questions, and showing a keen interest in my replies. Robert listened intently, and joined in to make the conversation lively and challenging.
When the conversation slowed, the Governor turned to his wife, and asked, “Will you pick the wine?”
“Jan knows her wine, I really don’t know one from another,” he explained.
I watched as Jan and Jackie discussed the wine list, with Ron and the cellar master.
Jan was leading the discussion and ordered a number of costly top quality reds and whites. I looked over to see Jan sampling the first red, yes, I though “Candy’s dandy but liquor’s quicker”.
I was intrigued by Rebecca .She was dressed impeccably. Her outfit would have cost a fortune, perfect grooming not a hair out of place. But there was an air about her that was challenging and intriguing.
Jackie sat next to me at dinner, she delighted in teasing me. Her hand never left me alone. If she wasn’t grabbing me under the table she was turning and leaning forward to talk. She knew by doing this that her magnificent tits were on full display.
My prick was hard throughout the meal.
The talk centred on Robert and Rebecca’s family business and the major local and interstate industries they controlled. They had married late, had no children. They pointed to the lack of suitable locals, who were interested in staying and developing local industry.
The point was made that most young smart men and women headed off to the big cities or overseas. Bernadette, who was sitting on my other side, squeezed my hand, whispering “Tonight may be your great chance, make sure you don’t miss it.”
After dinner, we adjourned to a music room where a string quartet entertained. Jackie asked for waltz music and the governor and Jan danced together. I danced with Jackie .When we returned to the ladies Jackie announced,
“Richard is a very good dancer”,
Jan said “that’s right he is very light on his feet.”
“I love dancing, but find most men are not really interested in ballroom dancing” Rebecca added.
Those dancing lessons were the best investment I had made.
I danced with each of the women in turn. Finally only Jan and Rebecca were left. I swirled Jan around the tiny dance area gradually pulling her closer. She ran her hand up my back whispering “My god I must have you before we leave.”
As the room was small and there were few dancers I was being careful, trying to hide my growing erection. As we turned away from the group I pushed my groin hard against her, “I could fuck you right here and now, you make me so horny.”
My erection was as usual, in an awkward position. It was painfully caught up in my tight pants. When the music finished I headed for the toilet. There were three restrooms. As those closest to the music room were occupied, I headed to the one in my bungalow. I had my prick out, when the door opened and Jan entered.
“I told them I was going to my bungalow to get some medication.” she whispered.
She grabbed me roughly by the prick, adding with a laugh “this is the medicine I want, give me an injection,”
The danger of being caught wasn’t given a single second of consideration, as we threw caution to the wind.
Her lips locked on mine; as she pushed me down to sit on an Elizabethan sofa. “Watch my clothes,” she mumbled into my mouth,” I want to be fucked, but I don’t want to look like I’ve been fucked.”
She lifted her dress, slipped off her panties, pulled me forward on the edge with her legs wide; she took me in her hand, feeding me into her warm wet cunt.
She grabbed me by the shoulders holding me tight, “Sit still,” she groaned, as she proceeded to rise up and down. I tried my best to sit still, while she worked her cunt vigorously up and down my prick.
I pushed a hand between our bouncing bodies and rubbed around her clit. Her knees tried to tighten around me but the sofa made it awkward.
I grabbed her by the arse and tried to stand up. She never missed a beat, grunting and groaning as I stumbled and finally stood
“Oh fuck! That’s great! Pinch my clit again, ohhh! Ohhh! I’m going to come.”
I was standing holding her up by the cheeks of her arse.
I couldn’t pinch her again; neither could I hold her bucking body.
I slipped back on to the sofa, pushed back by the power of her thrusts.
She kept on, her feet on the ground, our bodies slapping together. She moaned “I can feel you’re cum rising. Oh fuck, I know you’re ready to blow! She stepped up the pace, “hang on, I’m nearly there.”
Her body trembled... her thighs were wet … a sheen of sweat appeared on her brow.
I tried to hold back but it was to no avail.
I was gone. I felt my cum rush from my balls and empty into her.
Her hands clawed my back as our cum oozed out, between our now slowing bodies.
“My god I can’t get enough of your lovely young cock,”
