I was waiting for my girlfriend in this snobby hotel she insisted on meeting me at for afternoon tea and buns, can you believe that?
And I was getting a little bit more than being pissed off about all this, she was always fashionably late, always came in breathless, and gushing loud apologies.
She would swish her way in, glance all around so people would see her, even though she would know exactly where I was, I was always made to wait for her "entrance"!
Her pirouette was perfect, she would do it for everyone's benefit, then head toward me.
If it wasn't for the fact that she was a better than great looking, fabulous body, sensitive to my touch, I could work her up in a heartbeat, a great fuck and I'd got her virginity, she would be past tense by now.
I have to admit here that she had got my virginity too, although I had strayed off the straight and narrow a few times, which gave me more experience, and expertise, she benefited from that, although she wasn't aware of it.
Me? I'm Danny Jarvis, 6feet, good looking, Mary Roses words not mine, I work out, don't drink a lot, don't smoke, good body, again Mary Roses words, nice cock and balls, Mary Rose loves them!
Her family were rich, much more than mine would ever be, her dad was "something" in the city?
I had met him, he wasn't too bad, but I had tagged him as one of the pin striped pants brigade. Bit of a niff naff if you know what I mean, talked the talk etc.
He was about 45, or early forties, balding a bit, the signs of a paunch coming over his trousers, but his wife Shelagh, my girlfriend Mary Rose's mother she was something else, I would say 38 to 40 or thereabouts, maybe a little younger, I didn't know, but she was and is a real darling, I could see where Mary Rose got her looks from, they were like twins really, but her mother had the air of a comfortable, assured woman happy in herself and what she was.
She was 5feet 7" or so, nicely, no, lovely built, long soft chestnut hair down to her slender shoulders, with subtle highlights among her tresses.
Fine upright tits, her nipples could be seen poking through whatever she would wear, green eyes, pert nose, full lipped, narrow at the waist, long legs, small feet, and painted toenails
I could be describing Mary Rose, but she was, and did act sometimes like the girl she is, silly, and giggly at times, she had her mothers walk, but didn't have the grace of a confidant woman that her mum was.
Some times when I was shagging Mary Rose, I would let my mind drift to her mother, I could imagine myself hard on top of her, and very hard inside of her too!
What I wouldn't give to blast a load into her pussy!
I hadn't tried anything with her mum, even though I knew I didn't love Mary Rose in the true sense of the word, I wasn't confidant enough to even attempt it, I didn't want to lose the shagging of Mary Rose just yet, maybe when we would break up I would give her mum a shot!
So I am shagging the arse off a gorgeous girl, who gave me everything I wanted except that arse, that was totally off limits, a finger now and again but that was it.
And I wanted to fuck her mother too.
By the way, her mother works too, part time at my college, teaching art, and every guy there wanted to be inside her pants, lots had tried, all had failed.
She was always aloof at work, so no one ever got near her; some of the most wanted guys there had tried.
Nothing, Zip, Nada!
So here I am, I was a good 45 minutes early this day, sat there in this snobby lobby of the hotel, twiddling my thumbs, bored out of my head, waiting for Mary Rose and her grand entrance, it had 6 small boutiques up one side, selling bit and pieces at exorbitant prices.
I was sat to the left of the entry revolving doors, with my back to a window in the corner; I had a good view of the whole lobby, through the potted plants, standing lights, chairs etc, that split it into smaller areas, although where I was, was a little secluded, but this wasn't intentional.
I was just about to get up for a coffee, when I heard the doors swishing I automatically turned towards it, expecting it to be Mary Rose, it wasn't, who walked in? Her mother, Shelagh that's who.
I started to raise my hand and call hello, but she stopped and turned to look in the opposite corner to me, and gave a slight nod of her lovely head, I could just see over to the corner, and there sat a man in a dark suit, shirt and tie, nothing unusual you might have thought, but what stunned me was as she got to him, he stood took her by her arms and kissed her!
She returned the kiss although it was a short one, and sat down next to him, she was obviously nervous because she was glancing around her. She was meeting another man, and it certainly wasn't her husband.
What should I do? I pondered for all of a second, got up from my seat, turned my head away from their corner and walked into the little shop that sold knick knacks, there on a shelf was what I wanted, throw away cameras, I bought the most expensive one that was there, it had a small but efficient zoom, I suddenly thought of Mary Rose, I was hoping and praying now that she would be as late as possible.
I made my way towards them surreptitiously, I was near enough now for the camera to get any pictures worth taking, they kissed a few more times which I snapped, he was talking shots at her body with his hands, I got a great one of his hand cupping her tit.
He leaned in and kissed her neck, she liked that for sure, I shot that one too, and her eyes were closed as he did it.
I must have got about a dozen photos, then they got up, and walked to the lift lobby, she kept looking around, I had to be careful she didn't see me.
I snapped one of them, he with his arm around her waist, both looking up at the light showing which floor they were going to. The lift opened and in they got.
I took out my mobile phone, called Mary Rose, and told her I couldn't make it, and would call her later, I closed the phone without waiting for a response, I hurried to the lift lobby, they were the only 2 who had got in, it stopped on the 12th floor, now what I thought, if they were going up for a fuck, it could be an hour, maybe 2?
It was 3:30pm she would have to be home by 5 to be there for hubby! 1 hour max I said to myself.
I rode up the lift to the 12th floor and waited, I had to wander around to try and be inconspicuous, 4:40 the door opened she still looked fantastic, albeit a little dishevelled, I shot a quick photo of them hand in hand
They headed for the lift, I flew down the emergency stairs, I got there just ahead of them and went outside, there was her car in the corner of the car park, I got behind a tree, and positioned myself for more shots with the camera, sure enough, he walked her to her car, I shot a couple more photos, she then turned looked around and kissed him, he must have given her a good fucking I thought.
I snapped that one, a cracker it was, she got in her car wound down the window, he leaned in, more kissing I snapped away until I ran out of film.
I went home then, hooked up my computer and attached the camera, downloading took minutes; every picture was a good one.
This was going to be my way into her panties; and pussy; I was determined now to get what every guy in college had failed to.
I knew her email address, so that wasn't a problem; I just needed to open a new e mail account for me to ensure anonymity while needed.
And also a cheap pay as you go mobile phone.
The following morning, it must have been her day off for some reason, she wasn't around, I called her home, her sweet voice came down the line, I gruffly said she had e mail coming in, and to open in it immediately.
I had loaded the e mail with the very incriminating photos, with her husbands, and daughter's e mail addresses, and also that of the college secretary and Principal, and instructions to call the number of my phone, as soon as she had checked the pics.
I went outside to await my call, I was a little scared here, what I was doing was wrong I knew that, but I was hoping for fear from her, to allay my own.
The phone rang, I answered and said. 'Hello Shelagh,' I could tell she was stunned because I called her by name.