Of course I stayed. We drifted off to the distant sound of music from some band in one of the many local pubs I later found were within walking distance of her house. “It’s a music town,” she yawned, rolling over and curling up around me. “Sort of.” And then, as her breathing grew slow and steady and I thought she was falling asleep, she murmured “I don’t normally sleep with people. Well,” she added, “You know what i mean...

We exchanged emails over the following days, the upshot being an agreement to meet at the house in a Hampshire market town Beth was moving into at the weekend, for drinks and to share a pizza. Half an hour before I set off, she called me. “Just so you know,” she said, a little hesitant, “I’m actually seeing somebody. He’s not the love of my life, anything but, but I have been seeing him for a couple of years. Are you ok w...

And then there was Elizabeth, or Beth as she preferred it. A little like with Ruby, it was a slow start but once the fire took hold, it burned with an erotic intensity I had never known before. Beth was the executive assistant to the Chair of a business whose board I somehow joined. For the first few years, I was vaguely aware of her as a rather withdrawn, efficient but not particularly engaging presence during my quarter...

We drove across the New Forest. I had persuaded Ruby to wear a tight top with no bra and the beaded thong she had bought after watching Sex and the City! I wanted Pete to enjoy seeing her magnificent boobs in the hotel bar we had agreed to meet in but also to be able to show off her arse later in the room if it all worked out. Her choice of underwear however had another, unexpected benefit. We were talking dirty about wha...

Ruby was my new secretary, or PA as she styled it. She was terribly proper, calling me Mr, married and super efficient. I was, eventually, to discover that she organised her knickers in her underwear drawer in style order (thongs, strings, pantyhose etc) then in descending colour order, from solids to pastels with patterned pants in a third partition. For now, she was just extremely organised, and so, as a result, was I....

Dee stayed all weekend. We slept late after our visit to the gloryhole and I was woken up by her hand stiffening my cock. “I want to ride you” she breathed, as I opened my eyes. Within seconds, she was on top of me, grinding her pussy onto me, her heavy breasts in my face. I sucked at her nipples and slapped her backside lightly as she gasped “fuck me, I’ve been wanking for ages waiting for you to wake up”. My hands now o...

Then there was Dee. We met at a leaving do for someone long forgotten. She was all strawberry blonde hair, generous curves and dressed in black from head to toe. We talked about music and fast cars, though she drew the line at rugby. As we left, I asked for her number. She laughed and told me she was married. Then gave it to me anyway. Within a month, she was calling to say she was dropping him off at the driving range an...

Later that night, as we were drifting off to sleep, Kiara reached over and stroked my dick one last time. “Let’s invite Jim over again next week,” she said, squeezing it, lasciviously. I groaned, pushing my cock against her, though in truth too tired from an evening of lust to carry through on the promise. “I’ll think about it,” I murmured. She sighed and squeezed harder, then wriggled next to me and kissed my neck before...

Karen and I eventually ran out of road. There were lots of reasons and one of them was a sexy, provocative Indian girl I worked with called Kiara. One Saturday we both found ourselves working by chance together, the only two people in the office. What a co-incidence. I might have resisted the temptation if she hadn’t leaned over me to check something on my terminal screen, her magnificent breasts brushing against me, drow...

The girls decided they wanted to take a bath together and disappeared off upstairs clutching a bottle of wine and two glasses. Raoul looked at me and shrugged. We strolled into the kitchen and I sat down at the table as he took the whisky from a cupboard. He poured us both a shot and joined me. We drank in silence for a while, until he blurted out “I really want to fuck Karen. She’s so fucking hot.” I laughed. “Lisa’s not...

By the mid 80s, Karen and I had both completed our studies and found jobs. We bought our first flat in West London. Raoul and Lisa got married and were also both working and living in Middlesex. We continued to see them and play with them from time to time. One weekend we were with them, all drinking and flirting when Lisa (it was usually Lisa who initiated things) asked Karen, “You rember that time in Barcelona when we g...

Time moved on. By the early 80s, I was reading for a PhD and Karen for her post graduate in marketing. We lived in a small flat in rural Staffordshire. One week end, Raoul and Lisa drove up to see us. They arrived late Friday evening and everyone was a bit too tired for much to happen. We all went to bed early. Next day was a glorious summers day and after an early breakfast and a long walk, we decided on a picnic in the...

Karen had another old school friend, Jane, who soon found out about our fun with Raul and Lisa. Jane, who was married to Dave, didn’t want to be left out and made it clear they were up for some action, too. Both she and Dave were tall, big people. Jane had masses of long, dark hair, small boobs and long, slim legs. Dave was even taller, very slim and, it turned out, unusually proportioned in other ways. We began tamely en...

We had saved enough money for one last dinner that Friday night. Everyone got dressed up, which for Raoul and me meant our cleanest, dirty shirt and for Karen and Lisa full stockings, suspenders and g- strings under summer dresses. Lisa drew the sort straw or more accurately rolled the lowest number and became the designated driver and drove us to a local pub which did food. We sat outside and feasted on scampi and steak,...

The week went by faster than any of us wanted. Suddenly, it was Friday. It was, however, a hot, sunny day so we decided to make the most of it with a picnic in the woods then a dinner out that evening. The cottage was very isolated, bordering some ancient a lovely woodland so we spread a rug, opened some red wine and lunched on pate and cheese. We were all wearing swimming costumes and after eating sprawled lazily in the...