“Mm.” I replied.“I want you to fuck my ass first. Your mum said you were a fantastic ass fucker.” She sounded like a junior Mistress.Then she ...ot up until my cock popped out of her with a wet sound. This seemed to have been more than she could take for she begun to shake on top of me without being touched anywhere. She lost control over her lower body half and her hips shook as a massive wave seemed to roll over her. When Wendy surfed on top of her climax she squirted a few times huge streamed. ‘Good one!’ John said as he flip-flopped away across the damp pine needles. The woman backed up a few steps and stood there, staring into the hellish, stench-filled darkness of the outhouse, wondering why she had agreed to go on the company retreat. Mary didn’t like camping much. She’d never really tried it, truth be told, but the superficial tastes she’d gotten of that kind of ‘outdoorsy’ stuff had never been very positive. The company retreat was legendary for its ‘earthiness’, and she’d. She was in her mid forties, short, heavily built, black hair barely covering her ears, no makeup, no jewellery except a gold filigree necklace; dark jacket, jeans, trainers; intelligent eyes, knowing smile. Who was she? I raised my eyebrows and she did likewise. Drink in hand I went to her table and sat facing her.“Enjoy her, Douglas?”A stranger initiating a tête-à-tête in a hotel bar is disconcerting, especially when she addresses you by name and appears to know (if not in detail) how you’ve. By the time we wentto the show in the evening, I was distracted. Back at the hotel, Ithought, no I have to give it a chance, maybe it's just me. In bed itwas the usual routine, he started by eating me, then crawled between mylegs and started humping away. My heart wasn't in it. There was noconnection, no love, it was just sex for sex's sake. I was dry, the sexwas chafing and my sensitive parts were sore. When he came I rushed tothe bathroom and locked myself in.Sitting on the bidet, washing.