The elder a man of perhaps forty, was a swarthy, gypsy like character invariably called Jimmer, who was always laughing and joking, the younger was in...his early twenties and newly married. His name was Tony and he rode to work on a 600cc Norton of which he was very proud, and kept in tip top condition, always polishing its grey paintwork with its red lining, or checking the oil and tyre pressures. He had given her a ride around the village on one occasion, which was one of the most exciting. Since I was on the sofa there was absolutely nothing I could do to cover up the fact of what I was doing. I was sitting there holding my diminishing erection, watching porn, and the maid had walked fully into the room with her towels. I'm sure I stammered something as I reached for the laptop with one hand and tried to cover my lubed privates with the other. She walked into the restroom to drop off the towels while I managed to stop the porn playing on the laptop. A few seconds later she came. I reach under your t shirt and run my hand up your side. Your hand is running down my side towards my cock which is pressing into you. You reach under my waistline and grab onto it just as I reach your tits.I massage them through your bra. Your hand is pumping me in my shorts. I quickly help you by undoing my shorts and now you have all access to me. The rain is now just short of a downpour. The cool rain and a hot day feels great. Its even better since you now have started to suck on my cock.. ’ Slowly my hands alight on her shoulders, rub decisively down the outsides of her arms, and cease their descent when they clench in on either side of her waist. I lean my head until my breath is on her ear. I whisper, hotly: ‘I have a confession to make.’ She is unused to this level of physical contact, but it is sinking in as to what the night has been and where it is going, and her voice is hushed when she asks ‘What?’ ‘I have wanted you—for years.’ An intake of breath on her part, and I.