Apologies for any unintentional offence in Ch 1 caused by the description of "Andrew" - it wasn't intended as a stereotype, just as an extra detail to add to the realism!
Hope you enjoy episode 2 anyway!
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He awoke to feel her firm lips planting kisses on the back of his neck. He was lying naked on his side with his back to Jane, his fifty-eight year old colleague and co-delegate on a work conference. The hotel room light was switched off but she had evidently opened the curtains, and the room was unevenly lit by the city lights outside and below. The patches of light contrasted with deep shadow, giving the room a very arousing feel.
Behind him she too was lying on her side. She leaned closer against him. Her large, squashy breasts pushed into him and moulded against him. The satin of her ankle-length nightdress was soft and slippery against his skin. She flickered her hard tongue along the back of his neck, and he saw and felt her fingers glide softly over his chest.
In the half-light he could see a few age-blotches on the back of her hand. Her long fingers circled his nipple and slid down to his belly. She pulled back slightly to allow her breasts more movement, and massaged his back with them in little circular moves, brushing lightly against him then pressing them harder against him. The feel of the smooth satin and of her 36DD breasts underneath produced a contented sigh from him. He reached back and cupped her bum cheek through her nightdress, kneading and stroking the firm flesh.
She swung her thigh over him, and he ran his hand along it, stroking it through the soft satin. He squeezed her thigh gently and ran his fingertips up and down it. She caressed his belly with her fingertips.
She raised herself on one elbow and leaned over him a little. She grazed his ear with her teeth and chewed on it. As she did so she rubbed her satin-clad crotch against his backside. The nylon rustled softly and the feel of it between his skin and hers produced a grunt of approval from him.
She bit a little harder on the outer edge of his ear, sucked on his fleshy lobe and swirled her tongue in his ear-hole. As she did so she made little noises, a sort of combination of a slow pant, a sigh and a wheeze, a sound of pleasure that was put on but that was nevertheless arousing.
Apart from pushing his bum back against the movement of her crotch and continuing to fondle her thigh, he lay still for several minutes, enjoying the slow pace, and letting her take the lead. She wrapped her hand around his rising cock and she stroked him and gently shafted him before removing her hand to prevent over-arousing him.
Neither spoke. In part this was to avoid being overheard by neighbouring guests, but in part at this stage speech was an unnecessary distraction, though each murmured and whimpered softly to the other.
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He smiled as he recalled the scorn and pity in the voice of Andrew, a delegate he had met: "Don't fancy yours, mate! Pity you couldn't find someone younger... Joan or Jane, whateve, she's a bit past her sell-by date now, eh? You should get someone younger so you can get shagged-up every night..."
Martin doubted whether Andrew , despite having a young and sexy female companion was getting more "shagged up" than he himself was with Jane. Despite her fifty eight years Jane provided the hottest sex that he had ever known.
Martin was thirty one years old and had been with his partner for nine years. They were close and very fond of each other. Jane, too, was in a marriage of thirty-something years and seemed reasonably content with her lot. He had his partner Wendy for companionship and affection and sex that was quite good -- and he had Jane for added spice that invigorated and enthralled him.
"Affair" was not really the word for his relationship with Jane. It was an arrangement of mutual consent. He had always doubted whether a "no-strings fun" relationship could remain so for more than a week or two, reasoning that one party or the other would soon demand or wish for more. But this had not yet proved to be the case with Jane, and they had been having sex once or twice a week now for just over twelve months.
They avoided any conversation about their personal lives and were content with talk about trivia -- and enjoying sex. Great sex. Varied sex. From time to time his fifty-eight year old colleague would surprise him with something new out of her repertoire, or drop something for a while that she had often done.
She seemed to know instinctively how to maintain his interest. She wanted no declaration of everlasting love or silly and idle promise that he would leave his partner for her. To feel desirable and actually to be desired, to pleasure and be pleasured was enough for her.
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She rolled him over onto his back and knelt on all fours over him. She straddled one of his thighs, trapping it between both of hers. She thrust her satin-covered crotch up and down, and rubbed it round and round against his upper thigh.
The neckline of her nightdress was cut low enough to reveal her cleavage but high enough to keep her fulsome orbs in place. It was trimmed with lace, which felt slightly scratchy as it brushed his skin. Her matronly breasts mashed against his bare chest, and again the combined sensation of her squashy flesh and the slippery satin on his skin thrilled him. He felt a slight dampness from her crotch through the satin.
The straps of her nightdress were narrow and adjustable like narrow bra straps, and one slid from her shoulder. Her nightdress stayed in place but the slipped strap gave her a slightly wanton appearance. Her ample breasts swung before his face, hanging down under the fabric, but silhouetted by the light that filtered through it.
For now he was happy just to gaze at them, admiring their size, pendulous shape and sensual movement. They swung provocatively, and her nipples were beginning to swell and to show against the fabric. He clasped her firm bum cheeks in his hands and rolled them round and round through their smooth satin covering, tugging them apart and letting them close together, stimulating her. She whimpered and kissed him on the mouth, then on his neck and throat.
Where the light caught it, it made her red nightdress shimmer and appear almost luminous against the shadows. The unevenness of the light also picked out the contrasting textures of the smooth satin and its lace trim.
She rocked backwards and forwards so that her breasts swayed just above his face.
"Mmmhh, Jane, get those lovely big tits out and suckle me, you hot sexy woman.... oh yeah!" he murmured.
She slid the narrow straps from her shoulder, tugged her neckline down and freed her ample, sagging breasts. She took her right one in her hand, squeezed it so that it became firmer, and lowered it to his mouth. She rubbed it across his lips and slapped it against his nose and chin, then repeated the process with her other breast. When she had done this a few times she let him suck each one in turn, enjoying the sensation and sound of his greedy sucking.
She rolled off him and sat up on the bed, propped on one elbow and with her legs to one side of her. He knelt behind her and kissed her neck. He scooped his hands under her big, naked breasts. He rocked them up and down, gazing in the mirror at their swaying and surging in the half-light, delighting in the feel of them, their weight, the way they overspilled his cupped palms. He ran his hand up and down her deep cleft, and fondled and mauled her squashy orbs through the warm slipperiness of her nightdress. He played with her hard nipples, teasing them with his fingertips and gently pinching them, staring at them in the mirror as they swelled and hardened to his touch.
He slid his hands down to her belly. Although she was not particularly overweight it belly was soft, and yielded to his touch. He located her navel and poked his finger into it, then rubbed her belly flesh firmly with the flat palm of his hand.
She pulled away slightly and gently pushed him onto his back, then pivoted round. She half-lay on her side with her crotch near his face and her head close to his hard cock. He stared, entranced, as she ran her hand up and down it a few times and then lowered her mouth to it.
She tilted her head and closed her mouth against its length. She slid her mouth along it. She poked out her tongue and flickered it over his throbbing end and poked the tip of her tongue into his slit. She sucked him slowly and he watched the puckering of her cheeks. A couple of times she took him to the back of her throat and gagged.
He groped her bare calves below the hem of her nightdress, and mauled her thighs roughly through the warm satin. She raised one leg and he groped her inner thigh through the silky fabric, resisting for now the urge to explore higher or inside.
She swept her painted nails swept across his nipple and raked it lightly, then she took it between her finger and thumb. She pulled it and pinched it hard enough for him to draw a sharp intake of breath. She began to suck harder and faster, her head rocking up and down, and the slurping noises sent a shudder of delight through him. She paused pinching and tweaking his hard nipple sideways for a few moments then resumed again, pinching and pulling on it in synch with her sucking.
She had never done this to him previously, it was another trick she had pulled out to vary their times of pleasure, nor had he ever had this done before by anyone else.
He stared at the movement of her finger and thumb, wincing slightly with the pain she was inflicting yet aroused by it. His enjoyment of it surprised him, he had always considered it distasteful to take pleasure in pain, but here was no denying that it was an erotic sensation that added to the oral stimulation she was giving him.
