My Thoughts Are Your Thoughts 7
One bright autumn day, I got a phone call, which took me right back to my youth.
'Hello James?' the voice said, 'Guess who this is?' My heart skipped a beat.
'No need to guess, I'd know your voice even in the middle of Bondi Beach Miss Jones.' She laughed, while my cock went as hard as a stone.
'I'm coming up in a week or so and wondered if you'd like to meet up?' she said.
'I'd have to slit my wrists if I couldn't make that one,' I assured her, and so we made our arrangements to meet. She was going to be staying at a prestigious hotel in one of the leafy suburbs and I was really looking forward to seeing her. I put a few arrangement of my own in place for her entertainment over the coming weekend, and from there it was just a matter of waiting until it was time for her to arrive.
She called me from the hotel the afternoon she arrived sounding as excited as I was. 'Let's have dinner, catch up on what's been happening, and take it from there, shall we?' she suggested. I couldn't think of anything better, well I could, but women don't like to say, 'hello, let's fuck,' so the social wheels have to be oiled first, then you can say,' let's fuck!'
We met in the hotel reception; she had already booked a table for two in the hotel restaurant, which seemed conveniently close to her room, and a good thing too. She looked wonderful; my heart beat a little faster as she came down the hotel stairs wearing a classic black dress, just above the knee showing off her fabulous legs. Her long blonde hair wafted around her like a halo, and her smile just melted my heart once more.
'James,' she said, 'it's lovely to see you.' She kissed me then, lightly on the lips, a promise of things to come. 'It's been too long, but I have a whole week this visit, so maybe we can spend some time catching up?'
'I hope so Miss Jones,' I said. 'You look marvellous. I swear you look younger every time I see you.'
'James, you're such a flatterer, but if I do it's because I'm coming to meet you. That always gives me such a thrill - you do wonders for a woman's ego, you really do.' She took my arm, and we went into the restaurant, and within minutes we were seated at our table. I won't bore you with details of the meal; suffice to say that it was a lovely evening, spent in the company of an even lovelier woman. An intelligent, warm hearted and affectionate woman who I would be in bed with in less than an hour.
We dispensed with the coffee, and after dinner drinks, going straight to her room instead. She'd become increasingly flirtatious as the meal progressed, and we were both ready and primed for what was to follow. As the hotel room door closed behind us, she turned and took me in her arms. We kissed for long minutes, and I held her as if my life depended on it.
'Mmm... James, that feels so good,' she murmured in my ear. 'Let's lie down on the bed it's so much more comfortable darling.' I had to agree with her, and so we lay down.
'Wouldn't we be more comfortable with our clothes off? I suggested.
'A good idea,' she agreed, 'why don't you just undress me? I won't stop you I promise.' So, I undressed my lovely Miss Jones, first her shoes, kissing the insteps of her feet, then her dress, kissing and caressing her shoulders as I unzipped it. Her bra came next, and I kissed her breasts, and with her panties gone I kissed her cunt. Only her stockings remained, but they looked so good on her legs that I decided to leave them on. They weren't getting in the way of anything. In between undressing her, she'd been undressing me, and we were both naked and having a great time. Just two lovers enjoying the touch of skin and the sensations of pleasure, freely given and taken.
I drank in her beauty, her titties and pussy, her legs, beautiful, but especially dear to me when she opened them to let me see her pussy. I loved that pussy because it meant so much to me. I kissed it and touched it and she responded with sheer wanton lust. She was a creature of sex, her passions always near the surface when we were together, and I loved her for that.
'Miss Jones, you're little cunt is just perfect,' I told her.
'Thank you, James, and you know how much I love your cock. I just can't seem to get enough of it.' We made love far into the night in every combination we could think of until we were exhausted and fell asleep. In the morning I fucked her again in the shower before breakfast. It seemed like a good idea, and it was.
Later that morning, we went into the city so she could have a look round the shops and see how things had changed since her last visit. We went into one of the local pubs for a bar lunch, and it was there, I bumped into Charge Nurse Brown. I introduced her to Miss Jones, and she joined us for a drink. Nurse Brown chatted away with Miss Jones, and it was all very friendly. After she left Miss Jones asked who she was, but not in a jealous way.
'Ah,' I said, 'Charge Nurse Brown, Fiona. She was the nurse who helped save my life when I was in that car crash a few years back,'
'And?' she asked.
'We're occasional lovers,' I admitted.
'Ooh, baby, I'm so happy for you. She seems a really lovely person, and she's a bit of a looker too.'
'Yes, she is, but unfortunately she's spoken for. That's why we're, "occasional lovers," I explained.
'Nothing wrong with that darling,' she laughed. 'You ought to have a recreational outlet for that libido of yours,' she said, teasing me. 'She must be pretty damned sexy before you're giving her the time of day.' So, I explained how we'd met in the hospital, how she'd pulled the screens round the bed and given me a blowjob, and later that night how she'd come back for me, and we'd made love using the hospital machinery.
Much to my surprise, she was fascinated, not to mention turned on by my story. 'So, how often do you guys meet these days?' she asked me, and I told her, about once a month, sometimes more, depending on whether her partner was home, or if I was having a liaison with someone else.
'She's a good friend as well,' I added. 'Not just a convenient fuck. I think you liked her too, didn't you?'
'Yes, she seems alright to me, and if she's keeping my baby happy, then I like her even more. She's very pretty, she's definitely got something,' she said.
'Miss Jones,' I said in mock shock, 'I do believe you have the, "hots," for her.' She blushed then.
'Not exactly,' she explained. 'It's just that when I was speaking to her and wondering if she was your lover, I kept thinking of you fucking her; almost like a porno film playing in my mind. I felt damned horny, and now that you've confirmed she's your lover, the fucking movie keeps playing over and over. I'm wet,' she confessed.
'Oh, dear Miss Jones,' I said mocking her. 'We'd better get you home and out of those wet knickers before you catch your death of cold.'
Back at the hotel we had the wet panties off in no time and Miss Jones, seemed to be especially horny. Afterwards, as she lay in my arms and we fondled each other gently, she asked me again. 'Tell me more about Fiona,' she said, 'what kind of figure does she have, what does she like doing in bed? Is she a good lover, no don't answer that, it's a stupid question? You wouldn't keep going back to the well if the water was bad.'
'She has a great figure, slim but busty, great legs, and in bed she's game for just about anything. I suppose that description could fit you too,' I added.
'Apart from busty, she said, 'I've only got little tits.'
'Which I adore Miss Jones, don't knock your knockers.'
'Anything else?' she asked.
'Well... she does like it up her bum,' I confided.