My Trip

It was a couple of weeks later when Lillian informed us that her meeting in Edinburgh had been arranged for a Friday, and was looking forward to us taking her there. That week Catherine phoned her to apologize, that due to staff shortages at the library she could not take the time off. They chatted for some time both expressing the usual disappointment at the change of plans; Lillian said it would be a problem for her to reschedule the meeting for another time. However Catherine went on to let her know that, if she wished I would be free to drive her there. Lilly agreed to this but I admit this change in plans worried me, as Catherine would not be there to hold my hand so to speak. I discussed this with her but she assured me I would be OK, as Lillian knew enough about me by now. “You just have to be yourself and you’ll be fine she said.” Still I worried and nagged her about how I should act in public, after all as I mentioned before discretion was of the utmost importance. “Just follow her lead, act like you’re her assistant, or niece or whatever so as not to draw any unusual attention to the two of you.” Sounded simple enough but I was already scared of causing embarrassment, saying the wrong thing. I still had to arrange to get the time off work in order to make the trip, after all it was just for the one day I thought, the Friday as the plan was to drive there on the Thursday evening so Lillian would be fresh for her meeting the following morning. After all I was quite busy every day and had never asked for any days off before, and wasn’t sure how Mr. Gordon would react on such notice. However I decided I was taking the time off even if it cost me my job, after all I felt this was too good an opportunity to pass up. I decided to wait till after I gave my Boss his ‘belly rub,’ (as we called out weekly sex) on the Wednesday afternoon before informing him of my plans. As usual he arrived before two o’clock, and had to wait till about two thirty when all the staff had gone for the day. I had started bringing up a bottle of wine from the wine cellar to help enhance the mood. He had complained about what it cost when I first did it, but I pointed out to him how much it enhanced our lovemaking. As I wanted to take the Friday off work to drive Lillian to Edinburgh I was determined to really do a number on him, to take my time pleasing him. I was willing to spend more time than usual, and even planned to do it ‘bareback’ for the first time with him. I had checked the calendar as to when my period was due, and felt it was safe enough. By now I had him trained to be patient to take our time, after all we had the afternoon and part of the evening to make love. I had tidied up my office so the desk was clear, should I decide to use it as I was to make a special effort to try something different. It began with the usual embraces, French kissing one another as his hands roamed over my body. This time as he started to undo my clothing I did the same to him, he undid my blouse and took it off, and I undid his shirt and took it off. Next my bra then I took off his undershirt so we were both naked from the waist up. I ran my nails over his chest to excite him as he fondled my tits, he kept trying to get under my skirt, but I made him wait till I felt ready to go further. When I did I undid his belt and fly to pull his cock out, as expected it was as solid as a pole by now and I loved the feel of it. He was expecting his blow job but again I prolonged it till I felt read, I just toyed with it using my hands and nails on his balls and shaft, careful not to go too far to make him cum. As I was doing this his trousers dropped down to below his knees. Mean time his hands were exploring my back and arse, and when I felt him fumbling with the waist of my skirt I let him undo the button and zipper and let it drop to my feet. Now I moved him backwards till his arse hit the desk, and got him to sit on it. Reaching down I pulled his shoes off followed by his trousers then his underpants, and told him to lie on the desk. Now he lay there in all his glory, naked except for his socks, his cock in my hands stiff and ready for my attention. In fact I paid attention to Ümraniye Escort most of his body, from his knees up to his neck. Using light touches with my fingertips, lightly scratching him with my nails I pleased him and teased him. I licked his chest and thighs, not neglecting his cock and balls along the way, enough to keep him rigid and wanting. Licking his nipples and nibbling them with my teeth, then slowly moving down to kiss the head of his cock. I loved everything I was doing to him, using all my skills doing what I loved, giving him a most wonderful blow job. I held his cum in my mouth and kept sucking his cock till it got really limp, then with my hand on his balls I went up and kissed him on his mouth. I released some of his cum out of mine and into his; this startled him and tried to push me away. As I said I had him by his balls and squeezed them hard, this made him call out lifting his knees, but I held him down telling him to lie still. Knowing his habits by now I reached for his cigarettes, I popped one in my mouth and put one in his mouth then lit them. Next I got out the bottle of wine and poured us both a glass, as I’d have to wait till he was ready again. I listened to his complaining about my spitting his cum in his mouth, and told him if he wanted me to keep sucking his cock he had him to get used to it. I knew what I wanted next and once we finished our cigarettes and wine he was ready again. Playing with him on the desk had made me horny, and as usual I was very wet. I pressed the crotch on my knickers into myself to get them good and wet, then taking them off I brought them to his face for him to smell. Again he turned his dead away, I told that’s how much he excited me and how much I wanted to fuck him, and if he would get down on the floor I’d give him the ride of his life. He was only too happy to comply, and getting off the desk wanted to fuck me doggie style. I knew I couldn’t trust him to control himself, and wanted to get as much pleasure from it for myself as possible. It didn’t take too much persuasion to get him to lie on his back on the floor so I could get on top, and I began similar to before by straddling his legs and caressing his upper torso. His cock was soon rigid, but now I wasn’t so aggressive playing with it as before. Still I loved the feel of it and when I felt ready, rubbed my clit against the shaft. He knew what was coming and watched the expression on my face; I placed the head just inside my cunt for a moment to let him feel it then removed it. He tried to raise his hips under me as if to try to force it into me, now in total control I did it again only this time went a little deeper, then back till it was almost out of me and repeat. I kept doing this for a minute till I felt the head against my cervix, now settling down on it to enjoy the feeling. Now with my hands on his shoulders I started to ride him, slowly at first and looking down between us enjoyed seeing his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I was coming to a climax and closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling surging inside of me, it was awesome and just before I peaked felt his cock stiffen and cum. “Oh no” I groaned out loud, “A few more seconds and I could have matched you.” I could tell from the puzzled look on his face he didn’t have a clue to what I meant, I waited to at least enjoy the feeling of his cum hitting my cervix. Now easing up to let his softening cock slip out of me, I masturbated to finish by giving myself the climax I’d so badly wanted. Sitting up still straddling him I waited catching my breath, he was babbling on about how great it had been his cum slowly coming out of me and dripping into his pubic hair. After pouring more wine and we had another cigarette, I tried to explain to him how if he learned to control himself it would last longer. This way he would get more pleasure from the fuck, as well as make it more enjoyable for the woman. I think I might have had better luck talking to the wine bottle, as he didn’t seem to understand what the hell I was talking about. I asked him how he did it with his wife, but from his reply it seemed she was content to just Ümraniye Escort Bayan let him have his way. Finally I brought up the subject of taking the Friday off; of course he objected making it sound like the restaurant would go downhill. He complained the staff would steal him blind that I was needed to oversee things; to make sure things ran smoothly. After all Friday was one of our busiest days for both lunch and dinner. We remained sitting on the floor and I kept topping up his wine as we chatted, not forgetting to keep stroking his cock. All his objections I rebutted, giving him some family illness as an excuse. I wasn’t going to give in to him, and as a reward for his generosity offered to let him fuck me his way. With this I turned onto my hands and knees, offering him the opportunity to mount me from behind. He wasn’t much better than before, although he did try to do a better job controlling himself. He fingered my cunt good and entered me more as I’d instructed him before, with slow little strokes getting progressively deeper with each thrust. I in turn rose up on my hands, spread my legs and pressed my arse back to meet his thrusts. He gripped my hips tightly as he fucked me, as this was his third that afternoon he was able to last longer making it more pleasurable for me. No more was said about the time I would be taking off, so I took that to be his grudging approval. I took Catherine’s car to work the next day, and left early in order to take time freshen up before leaving. Catherine had packed a small suitcase for me, and laid out the clothes I be wearing for the trip. I took a quick bath and with her help got dressed and had a bite to eat while waiting. Lilly arrived around 6:30 and Catherine placed my stuff in her car, and placed my latest dress in a garment bag on top of Lillian’s on the back seat. I asked why she though there was a need for another dress as we would be gone just for the day, but all she said was, “You never know.” Again the butterflies were doing a number in my stomach; I felt a sense of panic for a moment as we said our goodbyes and got behind the wheel of her Jaguar. I honestly never thought I’d get over the feeling of intimidation I felt in Lilly’s presence. I sensed her excitement too and didn’t seem the least concerned about me driving her beautiful car. I took my time getting out of the city; the car was so powerful it seemed to have a mind of its own. Lillian kept talking to me as I drove, that only made me more nervous but didn’t want to offend her by saying anything. Once we got out on the open road I was able to relax a little, and began to enjoy the rush of driving fast. There were no seed limits in the roads in those days, and the car just murmured along. It seemed all I had to do was breath on the accelerator, and it would respond with power I’d never experienced before. Fortunately the brakes were just as efficient, although there were a few embarrassing moments braking too hard and almost sent Lillian through the windshield. Relaxing it seemed to be in no time flat we were on the outskirts of Edinburgh, where there were speed limits and I had to slow down. Following her directions we soon arrived at the hotel where we would be staying. Now the butterflies started up again, I worried as to how I was to behave or say. The doorman opened the car door and we got out, I was told to leave the keys in the car and on leaving followed Lillian into the hotel. Everyone was very nice wishing us a good evening, and Lillian went up to the desk and registered. It was a very posh hotel, and as she was doing this I looked around in wonder. I saw a man in some kind of uniform with our suitcases on some kind of trolley, and our garment bags hanging from a rack. He was handed a key and something was said, and he bowed and we followed him to the lifts. Finally he led us up to our room, or I should say suite where he hung up out clothes and asked if that would be all. Lillian gave him some money for some reason I wasn’t aware of, and he bowed and left the room. We hung up our coats and Lilly suggested we go have supper in the dining room; I wasn’t too hungry myself Escort Ümraniye as I’d had a snack in my restaurant before leaving for the day. However she had to get something to eat so went along with her, the dining room was quite crowded and very classy. We were shown to a table by the Maitre’d’ who held the chairs out for us to be seated and handed us menus, he left and a wine waiter came over and offered us a wine list. Lillian pointed to me to order something so he gave it for me; I scanned the list and thanks to my experience in my own business recognized one I liked. It was a white chardonnay that I’d had before, and asked Lillian what she thought and she approved. Once he brought the bottle over he poured a sample in my wine glass, I took a sip and nodded my approval and he filled our glasses then departed. Lillian looked very relaxed and attractive; it was like her eyes were smiling. The conversations around us sounded quite lively adding to the atmosphere, and when our meal was served I soon relaxed to enjoy the food. We took our time; I paced myself following her so we were in concert as we dined. The food was excellent and washed down with the wine, I soon felt quite mellow. After the meal we sat enjoying the wine waiting for the dessert. Lillian reached across the table and placed her hand over the back of mine, “Thank you for taking the time off to drive me here” she said, “I hope you will permit me to show my appreciation later in private.” “No no” I replied, “I should be thanking you for permitting me to not only accompany you, but to drive your lovely car.” This was no mystery as we both knew what she was referring to; her fingers were lightly caressing the back of my hand. She had always seemed so quiet and reserved in public before, I was surprised and pleased at this as I felt she was being quite bold. I felt the stirrings in my loins yet still a little nervous. We spent more than an hour and a half altogether with the meal and chatting, then she signalled for the waiter who brought a form over that she reviewed and signed, and said something to him. We returned to our suite. Then a few minutes later there came a knock on the door. Lillian answered it and a man came into the room with a bottle of wine and glasses, he laid them down on the table and Lilly gave him a tip then he left us alone. She opened the bottle and poured us both a glass and handing it to me joined me on the sofa. We clinked glasses toasting each other as Lilly thanked me again for accompanying her. Sitting that close to her I could smell her perfume. It was not too strong, yet the fragrance was delightful. I looked at her hand holding her glass, so well manicured with two rings on her fingers and bracelets on her wrist. I felt strange for some reason, I was certain sex was coming but wondered how it would begin. I was conscious as she sat so close with her knees together, her legs crossed at her ankles. It was romantic in a way as I sipped my wine; she paid me complements as to how she found me attractive. She put a hand up to my head and brushed my hair back, her fingers were light on my neck. I smiled at her and didn’t resist as I liked her touch, her fingers moved round to the side of my neck by my chin, and she gently brought our heads together. Her first kiss was on my ear, and then moved to my cheek and I felt the slight pressure to turn my head to look at her. I didn’t resist as I liked it, the stirring in my loins was getting stronger with each small caress, each kiss. When she kissed me on my lips at first it was light, no tongue probing just light kisses. Our eyes were locked together and I parted my lips slightly to accommodate her, I felt the tip of her tongue as she touched my lips with it, a slight pressure of her hand on my head as she held our embrace. I parted my lips more as she eased her tongue further and further into my mouth, I sucked on her tongue gripping it with my lips before opening my mouth and replying in kind. We were still holding onto our wine glasses and as I brought my arm around to her shoulder, my glass inadvertently tipped and I spilled wine on her dress. Unfortunately it broke the mood as we both sat up, I apologized but what happened was an accident. Lillian was not upset by this; just put our glasses on the table. “That’s OK” she said, “It has to come off anyway,” turning her back to me asked me to ‘undo’ her. I unsnapped and unzipped her dress, and she stood up and took it off and went and hung it in the closet.