The Ladies Who Lunch Part 3 Ep 3

The Ladies Who Lunch Part 3

The Barbara Halloran Story, Episode 3

This is the third and final episode of Barbara Halloran's story which she relates to the assembled 'ladies who lunch':

I had set the alarm on my cell phone for 6:00 am. The conference was due to start at nine so, I'd have plenty of time to get ready, have breakfast with Alex and get to the venue in good time. So as not to wake Mai, I had set a tinkling tone on a medium volume, with vibration, hoping that it would suffice to stir me from my slumber, after my raunchy session with Mai.

Well, the alarm woke me, as planned, and I gently extricated my body from Mai's embrace.

I went to the bathroom, where I recoiled at the reflection in the mirror. My face was tired and drawn, which wasn't surprising, considering my antics the previous night.

I popped into the shower, hoping that a torrent of hot water, followed by some strategically placed make-up would improve my appearance. The result wasn't a total makeover but, at least, I looked passably normal and none the worse for wear.

Mai was still fast asleep when I crept out of the room to make my way to the dining room. Alex was already at breakfast and tucking into an English breakfast. I sat down opposite him at the table. A server was bustling from table to table, pouring tea or coffee, depending on your preference. I needed to clear the cobwebs so, I asked for coffee and took a couple of sips of it, black, no sugar and made for the buffet spread where I collected a bowl and two scoops of cereal, topped off with Greek yogurt and honey.

The talk at the breakfast table was banal, mostly about the previous day's proceedings and the conference programme of that day. Alex told me that they were short-staffed and asked if I'd do him a great favour and help with the registration of the delegates as they came in and distribute the copies of the papers of the day's speakers.

Of course, I agreed, whilst improper thoughts flashed through my mind about the other favours, I'd have gladly extended to him.

"Oh Alex, my darling boy, where were you last night"

I sighed to myself.

As the day unfolded, I found myself drawn into the conference atmosphere, my mind often wandering back to the evening's encounter with Mai. The day's sessions were a blur of presentations and conversations, but my thoughts remained fixated on Alex.

At breakfast, Alex had asked me if I'd like to join him and Mai for dinner that evening, but late that afternoon, I received a message from Alex informing me that Mai had been unexpectedly called away to London for a concert and wouldn't be joining us for dinner. So, it was just the two of us for dinner, in the dimly lit ambiance of the hotel restaurant.

The air was charged with a mix of familiarity and unspoken tension between Alex and me, as I felt his gaze lingering on me as we exchanged pleasantries, his eyes betraying a longing that resonated with my own desire.

Then, suddenly, out of the blue, came:

"Barbara, you truly are a very remarkable woman and, that's not say, an attractive and desirable woman, too!"

Alex's voice was low and intimate.

Then, with a nervous chuckle, he plunged straight into a confession about his school years that caught me off guard.

"When I was in your class at Sedgwick High, I had the hots for you. Many's the time I used to... well, fantasize about you."

At this juncture, I felt emboldened, empowered, and I almost blurted out:

"

Actually, Alex, I'm a very good fuck!"

Instead, I put on a mock, schoolmarm-like:

"Tut-tut! What a totally inappropriate behaviour between student and teacher, young Mr Alex!"

Alex blushed. I laughed and said that Mai had already told me all about his adolescent fantasies. I told him that I thought he was very sweet, but I wasn't aware that any of my other students had harboured amorous feelings about me so, I was very flattered.

He added:

"As a matter of fact, all the boys in my form had the hots for you, and during recess we would go into the toilet stalls and beat off, after your class!"

I said, "

Wow, I had no idea!"

He replied apologetically:

"I know, we were all just, a bunch of gormless adolescents, playing out fantasies of the unattainable!"

I replied,

"Yes, unattainable then, when you were horny teenagers, and I was your teacher, but the circumstances have changed a lot since then!"

He asked if that was a proposition, to which, I replied,

"Well, if you invite me back to your room, maybe we can explore that."

Alex summoned the bill, and we went up to his room, but what awaited us there was totally unexpected.

Mai lay on the bed, wearing nothing but a sultry smile. Alex's omission of this detail puzzled me, though curiosity quickly replaced any sense of awkwardness. Mai leapt up onto her knees, opening her arms wide in greeting.

"Barbara, surprise!"

she squealed.

Mai's allure was magnetic, and I soon found myself once again entangled in a sensual

embrace. Any inhibitions I had yielded to the thrill of the unknown, and with Mai's encouragement, the evening unfolded in a haze of passion and exploration.

Alex sat in an armchair in silence, watching as Mai and I took turns eating each other's pussy, but at some point, he'd disappeared, and the sound of the shower from the bathroom confirmed his location.

When he re-entered the room, he wore one of those complimentary, cotton dressing gowns that hotels provide. His body exuded the fragrances of whatever toiletry product he'd showered with.

"Is this a private party or, can anybody join?"

he teased.

He'd already loosed the belt that wrapped his bathrobe and let the robe slip off his shoulders and onto the floor.

Mai and I immediately broke off from whatever we were doing, and Mai motioned him eagerly onto the bed.

"Come on, baby!"

she urged,

"Barbara and I have been waiting for you!"

He stood totally naked before us. In great physical shape, his body was trim, no excess flab. His cock, though not particularly large, was firm and stood tall. It certainly put my Ted's tackle to shame!

Mai shuffled to the side and sat cross-legged in a corner at the end of the bed. I reclined, smiling, with my thighs apart and both feet on the mattress.

"Okay, Alex,"

I said,

"come, live your fantasy! Fuck your teacher!"

Alex scrambled onto the bed and stretched out next to me. I straddled his body, located his cock tip against my pussy and pressed down onto it. His erection slid smoothly into me and I began to rock to-and-from on his hard cock. His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts as I fucked him cow-girl style.

Mai called out,

"That's it, Barbara, fuck him, darling! Make his dreams come true!"

I needed no encouragement at this stage, and I bounced vigorously up and down on Alex's rigid shaft. Alex grunted with every thrust onto his cock as he gripped my hips and lifted his crotch against my downward thrusts, making a slapping sound as I oscillated onto his cock.

We clasped hands, fingers intertwined, as I manically pumped and rotated around his pole, like a thing possessed.

"Yes, fuck him! Fuck him,"

Mai cheered me on.

The night blurred into a symphony of desires fulfilled, boundaries explored, and connections deepened. In the intimacy of that shared space, Alex, Mai and I, wove a tapestry of passion and intimacy, unspoken desires spoken aloud, as the boundaries between us faded into the night.

By the time we collapsed, exhausted, on the bed to fall asleep, we'd run through the whole gamut of couplings: male - female, female - female and three-way.