3 comments/ 29694 views/ 8 favorites Don't Fancy Yours, Mate! By: nortythorts He made his way across the bar, nodding and chatting a few times to fellow conference delegates as he went to the table where Jane was sitting. She was wearing a smartly tailored blue blouse and black skirt, and looked good without being flashy. Her blouse fitted quite loosely over her matronly breasts, partly masking their DD size, and her skirt reached her knees. He glanced at her shortish, silver-blond hair, and at the somewhat lined skin above her neckline and of her throat. Her legs had doubtless once been shapely but they were still attractive enough, given that she was now fifty-eight years old and reaching retirement. He tried not to look at her too much, anxious to preserve their discretion. He glanced round to make sure that nobody was within earshot and began to speak to her casually and with little direct eye-contact. He kept his voice just low enough for her to hear without being overheard. "All through that last seminar I was rock-hard, Jane. There you were with your thigh resting against mine and your lovely mature DD-boobs just inches from me..." He looked at her briefly. Her cheeks flushed. He checked again that nobody could overhear. "I'm dying to rip your blouse open and fondle them through your bra, Jane. I'm dying to get them out and squeeze them and suck them till your nipples go big and hard in my mouth." She too looked round to make sure that nobody could hear. She was embarrassed to hear him speaking to her like this in public, but she had to admit that it was a turn-on too. "That's nice, Martin." "Yeah, Jane. I've been hard and hot for you all day. I can't wait to bury my head in your cleavage. To have you kneel over me and sway those big ripe boobs in my face." He smiled and nodded at a fellow delegate a few feet away. "Best of all, Jane, I can't wait to bury my face between your lovely thighs and lick you out." She gave a low laugh and flushed. "MARTIN!" she hissed. "I can't wait to kiss your mature pussy and feel your thighs clasp my neck... to tease your hard clit and lap your sweet pussy juices -- and I know you can't..." He stopped mid-sentence as another delegate approached with four drinks glasses in his hands. He had ended up sitting next to him at lunch. Andrew -- one of those full-of-it know-it-alls who haunted conferences. He dressed too trendily for his age and at most question sessions piped up, "This isn't so much a question as an observation...", so that everybody present -- including the speaker -- could benefit from his vast store of wisdom and experience. "Interesting day today, Martin?" Andrew's speech was a bit slurred, his breath beery, and his paunch showed through the strained shirt buttons. "Oh, hi, Andrew. Yeah. I picked up a few ideas for performance measurement. How are you finding it?" Andrew leaned forward and nudged his arm. "It's a great conference. Me and my secretary are finding it VERY enlightening -- especially in the evenings, know what I mean?" "Yeah." The creep walked past and headed for a table where another (also beer-bellied) male and two female delegates, probably in heir mid-thirties, sat. One of the females was a pretty, slim, leggy brunette in a short skirt. The other was plainer looking, blonde, with a half-open blouse to display her inviting cleavage. Martin leaned forward. "Did you hear that, Jane? It's not just us, though nobody would guess we were..." He leaned back and glanced casually around the bar to avoid the impression of paying her undue attention. Under the table he gave her thigh a playful squeeze, then placed his hand on the table again. "I didn't tell him that I'm finding it very ENLIGHTENING, too, Jane." Mimicking Andrew's accent he muttered, "I don't have any questions as such, more observations..." She gave a low giggle. He reverted to his own voice. "Yeah, Jane. I know that under your blouse you're wearing a sexy lacy bra and under your skirt scanty matching knickers. I know that under your dress you're wearing stockings and suspenders..." Still he kept eye contact with her intermittent, and furtively glanced around, giving the appearance of feeling obliged to be talking to her when he would rather have other company. His casual glances around him also enabled him to monitor potential eavesdroppers. "I'm finding it ENLIGHTENING to have it away with my sexy fifty-eight year old colleague. To run my hands up her skirt and touch and kiss her bare thighs above her stockingtops. To sniff her hot musky snatch through her lacy knickers. To feel her silky pubes twining round my fingers as I explore her mound and her hot mature, EXPERIENCED pussy..." She giggled again with embarrassment. "Oh Martin, what if someone hears..." He leaned forward slightly. "Nobody can hear. I'm hot and horny, Jane. I'm dying to come to your room, put my hand up your skirt and grope your thighs and your pussy. I'm dying to squeeze and suck your big juicy tits, then take you fast and furious standing up. There's the rest of the night for slow sensual sex. Plenty of time for me to put my tongue in your pussy and lick your sweet juices. Plenty of time for you to grind it against my face and for me to hear you moan as you cum against my face..." She flushed at his crudity but also felt a shudder of delight. He made her feel sexy and desirable, especially as he was nearly thirty years younger than she was. They weren't having an affair as such; they spared each other the pretence of love and commitment but enjoyed intense sex together several times a week. He assured her that he found her very sexy and his attentions spoke louder than words. She glanced round, but as he had said, nobody was close enough to hear his near-mumbled talk. She caught him glancing at her breasts but he looked away quickly enough to avoid detection by anyone else. She assured herself that nobody would guess. At the same time the tawdriness and cloak-and-dagger nature of it all was highly arousing. "I want to spend the night with you, Jane. If I wake in the night I'll be instantly hard at the sight of you lying next to me in that sexy scarlet nightie. And even though you'll be asleep I'll lift it to look inside..." "MARTIN! REALLY!" she hissed, her eyes wide at his words. "Yes, Jane, and I'll lie there for a few minutes just gazing at you, but then I won't be able to keep my hands off you. We'll do it again, and again, and in the morning when you take a shower I'll come and join you. I want to watch the water stream down all over you. We'll wash each other all over and..." He stopped as a couple of guys walked past the table. Then he spoke to her again. "I think we should go to your room soon. Go to the toilet in a few minutes, Jane. Take off your knickers there and put them in your handbag. In exactly ten minutes' time I'll meet you at the lift. I'll give your phone three rings, then stop as I'm leaving the table as a signal..." "Wouldn't it be a bit more discreet if we went up separately?" she asked. "Yes. But I don't know how much longer I can keep my hands off your lovely ripe tits and those gorgeous thighs, Jane. Unless someone else gets in the lift I want to fondle and grope you there..." Her heart was pounding as she pushed her chair back from the table. He spoke quickly and softly. "See you in ten minutes. Go slowly and talk briefly to just one or at the most two people. Then go to the toilet and spend the rest of the time there till you get my signal." Her face was still flushed and he glanced furtively at the subtle swaying of her ample breasts as she walked past him, then resumed his casual glancing around the bar. That jerk Andrew came past the table. His speech was more slurred now. "Don't fancy yours, mate! Pity you couldn't find someone younger to come with you. I mean Joan or Jane, whatever... she must have been quite a looker in her time, especially given those big tits, but she's a bit past her sell-by date now, eh? No, you should try to get someone younger to come with you so you can get shagged-up every night..." Martin was tempted to stand up and punch him. Okay, his own morals weren't beyond reproach, and he took most opportunities for sex that came his way. But he hated Andrew's sexist and disparaging comments about Jane. Instead he forced himself to smile politely. "Yeah, I take your point. Maybe next time..." "You should, mate, you should. Get yourself someone like my secretary Sharon..." The pratt walked away again. Martin's anger subsided and he found himself having to stifle a grin. If the moron only knew how hot Jane was! Sure, she was in her late fifties and past her prime. But he had never known such intense sexual chemistry, such powerful desire or satisfaction as he found with her. He finished his drink slowly and darted his gaze down at his watch then slipped his mobile from his pocket. Hers was the last number he had rung, so it was easy to redial. He let it ring three times then cut the connection. He got up and walked from the bar. She was waiting by the lift. He followed her inside. He felt a tremor of disappointment, then excitement, as a forty-something woman from the conference also stepped towards the lift. She was a little unsteady on her feet, and he pressed the hold button. She smiled and stepped inside and stood with her back to Jane and him. His heart was hammering in his chest. He cautiously slipped his hand behind Jane and stroked her bum cheek through her skirt. He gave it a few gentle squeezes. Then he removed his hand again. The other woman got out at the first floor. As soon as the lift door closed he swung Jane round to face him and kissed her on the mouth. He cupped her ample breasts and kneaded them through her blouse. They felt very firm through her bra. He slid one finger up her skirt, over her stockingtop and the bare skin of her thigh. Reaching higher he found that she had indeed removed her panties -- his finger encountered silky, moist pubes and pouting lips. She gave a soft groan and rubbed the back of her hand against his erection. He had selected the third floor (his own) followed by the fourth (hers), and when the lift stopped at the third floor he pulled away from her and stepped out. For discretion she continued in the lift to the fourth floor and he walked slowly up the stairs to allow her to get to her room alone. He walked boldly along the hotel corridor, double-checked the room number, strode into her room and closed the door. She was standing leaning against the bedroom wall, with her top three blouse buttons open. He stared for a moment at her deep cleft and at the slightly lined skin above the tops of her breasts. He pulled her to him and pressed his mouth over hers, moulding his lips hard and passionately against hers. She reciprocated, sighing softly, and parted her lips. He glided his tongue over her shiny teeth. She did the same, then pushed her hard tongue against his. They continued to kiss deeply, licking and teasing each other's tongues. He pawed her breasts roughly through her blouse, squeezing and massaging her full orbs. Although she knew what was coming, and had in fact suggested it herself, as it was not expensive, the suddenness and intensity of it startled and excited her. Still kissing her deeply on the mouth, encouraged by her soft moans and whimpers, he suddenly grabbed the top of her neckline and ripped her blouse open. She heard a button hit the dressing table. She cradled his head, and their kissing became more eager. She sucked his tongue and chewed on his lower lip with her teeth. He pushed one hand between the wall and her backside and kneaded her buttocks roughly through her skirt. His lips found her nipple through her bra and he rasped it with his tongue, then chewed it playfully with his lips. He hiked up her skirt to her waist and pushed his other hand against her naked crotch and played with her dank, silky pubes. She groaned. He grazed her nipple and gently bit on it. He kneaded her swollen outer lips then rubbed the back of his finger against her warm, moist opening. She let out a soft moan. "You like that, Jane?" "Oooh yes, Martin..." He eased his finger inside her and slowly rocked it in and out of her. He gently pinched her swollen outer lips and rubbed her clit. "Me too Jane. I love to touch you down there and stroke your soft pussy lips... and your soft wet HOLE..." "Give me your fingers Martin. I want to lick my juices off them..." He eased two fingers inside her slick opening again. She gave a low gasp. He raised his fingers to her mouth and she leaned forward to take them. She sucked slowly and loudly. The sight and sound were very arousing. "You want more, Jane?" "Yes, Martin." He frigged her slimy button then slipped his fingers inside her again, enjoying the feel of her tight, enveloping warmth and wetness. She gave a few playful thrusts, then he raised his fingers to her mouth once more, gazing at the glistening moisture that coated them as she took them into her mouth and sucked them again. He knelt down and nuzzled the tops of her black stockings. He brushed his lips over her suspenders and over the naked skin above her stockings. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. He fondled her puffy outer lips and gently pinched them, then he rubbed her hard clit with his fingertip. She groaned. He stood up again, to one side of her and plunged his left hand inside her bra. He tugged her blouse off her arms and dropped it to the floor. He grabbed her bra straps and tugged them off, too, and stared as her 36DD breasts flopped forward. They were flaccid and he scooped them up and down and pinched her nipples. He cupped one breast and kneaded it firmly, murmuring and grunting his pleasure. He kissed and nuzzled her mouth and neck and with his right hand he continued to tease her pussy, rubbing the backs of his fingers against her slit. "Ooh Martin that's nice." He slid two fingers inside her and made gentle thrusting movements, then began to rub her hard clit again. "Mmm Martin , I love you to caress my wet eager pussy. I like the feel of your fingers inside me almost as much as your hard cock pounding me..." Her breathing was more shallow. He stepped back for a moment and gazed at her, her pendulous breasts hanging over her bra, her blouse lying untidily on the floor. He gazed at her black stockings and their lacy tops, and at her black suspenders and suspender belt. He feasted his eyes on her hairy pussy with its pale silky pubes, framed by her black suspenders. And he gazed at her skirt, bunched up round her waist. Normally refined and demure, she now stood wantonly before him, part clothed yet bared for him, begging him, urging him. Her hand slid down her belly and her fingers stroked her pouting lips and clit. She tugged her swollen lips, stretching them away from her. Then -- and the sight was highly arousing -- she splayed her fingers over her protruding lips and eased them apart. The revealed raw, shiny pinkness invited him more eagerly than her spoken pleas. "I'm wet and dying for it, Martin. I need it inside me. I need to feel it easing into me than thrusting and pounding inside me. I need you to do me hard and fast, Martin. I need to come and to feel you shoot it all deep inside me. Put it in, Martin. Put it in me -- now!" He unfastened his trousers and shoved them down, along with his underpants. She held her skirt up and stared down at his erection as he stooped to ease himself into her. She gave a low gasp as he did so, and hooked her leg around him as he began to thrust slowly and deeply, dropping his head to her breast and sucking hard on her squashy breast as he pounded inside her. He grabbed her thigh and squeezed it rhythmically and she clasped him tight, thrusting against him as they climaxed together. They stood like that for a few delicious moments, still gently pushing against each other to prolong the moment even though they were both spent. Then they lay on the bed and, holding each other close, dozed off, though both knew that they would wake again soon and rekindle and sate their desire several more times through the night. As he began to drift off he thought of that jerk Andrew, sneering at him earlier for his bad luck in not having a hot companion at the conference, and gloating in his own. And, as he fell asleep a big grin settled on his face. Don't Fancy Yours, Mate! Ch. 02 Apologies for any unintentional offence in Ch 1 caused by the description of "Andrew" - it wasn't intended as a stereotype, just as an extra detail to add to the realism! Hope you enjoy episode 2 anyway! __________ He awoke to feel her firm lips planting kisses on the back of his neck. He was lying naked on his side with his back to Jane, his fifty-eight year old colleague and co-delegate on a work conference. The hotel room light was switched off but she had evidently opened the curtains, and the room was unevenly lit by the city lights outside and below. The patches of light contrasted with deep shadow, giving the room a very arousing feel. Behind him she too was lying on her side. She leaned closer against him. Her large, squashy breasts pushed into him and moulded against him. The satin of her ankle-length nightdress was soft and slippery against his skin. She flickered her hard tongue along the back of his neck, and he saw and felt her fingers glide softly over his chest. In the half-light he could see a few age-blotches on the back of her hand. Her long fingers circled his nipple and slid down to his belly. She pulled back slightly to allow her breasts more movement, and massaged his back with them in little circular moves, brushing lightly against him then pressing them harder against him. The feel of the smooth satin and of her 36DD breasts underneath produced a contented sigh from him. He reached back and cupped her bum cheek through her nightdress, kneading and stroking the firm flesh. She swung her thigh over him, and he ran his hand along it, stroking it through the soft satin. He squeezed her thigh gently and ran his fingertips up and down it. She caressed his belly with her fingertips. She raised herself on one elbow and leaned over him a little. She grazed his ear with her teeth and chewed on it. As she did so she rubbed her satin-clad crotch against his backside. The nylon rustled softly and the feel of it between his skin and hers produced a grunt of approval from him. She bit a little harder on the outer edge of his ear, sucked on his fleshy lobe and swirled her tongue in his ear-hole. As she did so she made little noises, a sort of combination of a slow pant, a sigh and a wheeze, a sound of pleasure that was put on but that was nevertheless arousing. Apart from pushing his bum back against the movement of her crotch and continuing to fondle her thigh, he lay still for several minutes, enjoying the slow pace, and letting her take the lead. She wrapped her hand around his rising cock and she stroked him and gently shafted him before removing her hand to prevent over-arousing him. Neither spoke. In part this was to avoid being overheard by neighbouring guests, but in part at this stage speech was an unnecessary distraction, though each murmured and whimpered softly to the other. ____________________ He smiled as he recalled the scorn and pity in the voice of Andrew, a delegate he had met: "Don't fancy yours, mate! Pity you couldn't find someone younger... Joan or Jane, whateve, she's a bit past her sell-by date now, eh? You should get someone younger so you can get shagged-up every night..." Martin doubted whether Andrew , despite having a young and sexy female companion was getting more "shagged up" than he himself was with Jane. Despite her fifty eight years Jane provided the hottest sex that he had ever known. Martin was thirty one years old and had been with his partner for nine years. They were close and very fond of each other. Jane, too, was in a marriage of thirty-something years and seemed reasonably content with her lot. He had his partner Wendy for companionship and affection and sex that was quite good -- and he had Jane for added spice that invigorated and enthralled him. "Affair" was not really the word for his relationship with Jane. It was an arrangement of mutual consent. He had always doubted whether a "no-strings fun" relationship could remain so for more than a week or two, reasoning that one party or the other would soon demand or wish for more. But this had not yet proved to be the case with Jane, and they had been having sex once or twice a week now for just over twelve months. They avoided any conversation about their personal lives and were content with talk about trivia -- and enjoying sex. Great sex. Varied sex. From time to time his fifty-eight year old colleague would surprise him with something new out of her repertoire, or drop something for a while that she had often done. She seemed to know instinctively how to maintain his interest. She wanted no declaration of everlasting love or silly and idle promise that he would leave his partner for her. To feel desirable and actually to be desired, to pleasure and be pleasured was enough for her. ____________________ She rolled him over onto his back and knelt on all fours over him. She straddled one of his thighs, trapping it between both of hers. She thrust her satin-covered crotch up and down, and rubbed it round and round against his upper thigh. The neckline of her nightdress was cut low enough to reveal her cleavage but high enough to keep her fulsome orbs in place. It was trimmed with lace, which felt slightly scratchy as it brushed his skin. Her matronly breasts mashed against his bare chest, and again the combined sensation of her squashy flesh and the slippery satin on his skin thrilled him. He felt a slight dampness from her crotch through the satin. The straps of her nightdress were narrow and adjustable like narrow bra straps, and one slid from her shoulder. Her nightdress stayed in place but the slipped strap gave her a slightly wanton appearance. Her ample breasts swung before his face, hanging down under the fabric, but silhouetted by the light that filtered through it. For now he was happy just to gaze at them, admiring their size, pendulous shape and sensual movement. They swung provocatively, and her nipples were beginning to swell and to show against the fabric. He clasped her firm bum cheeks in his hands and rolled them round and round through their smooth satin covering, tugging them apart and letting them close together, stimulating her. She whimpered and kissed him on the mouth, then on his neck and throat. Where the light caught it, it made her red nightdress shimmer and appear almost luminous against the shadows. The unevenness of the light also picked out the contrasting textures of the smooth satin and its lace trim. She rocked backwards and forwards so that her breasts swayed just above his face. "Mmmhh, Jane, get those lovely big tits out and suckle me, you hot sexy woman.... oh yeah!" he murmured. She slid the narrow straps from her shoulder, tugged her neckline down and freed her ample, sagging breasts. She took her right one in her hand, squeezed it so that it became firmer, and lowered it to his mouth. She rubbed it across his lips and slapped it against his nose and chin, then repeated the process with her other breast. When she had done this a few times she let him suck each one in turn, enjoying the sensation and sound of his greedy sucking. She rolled off him and sat up on the bed, propped on one elbow and with her legs to one side of her. He knelt behind her and kissed her neck. He scooped his hands under her big, naked breasts. He rocked them up and down, gazing in the mirror at their swaying and surging in the half-light, delighting in the feel of them, their weight, the way they overspilled his cupped palms. He ran his hand up and down her deep cleft, and fondled and mauled her squashy orbs through the warm slipperiness of her nightdress. He played with her hard nipples, teasing them with his fingertips and gently pinching them, staring at them in the mirror as they swelled and hardened to his touch. He slid his hands down to her belly. Although she was not particularly overweight it belly was soft, and yielded to his touch. He located her navel and poked his finger into it, then rubbed her belly flesh firmly with the flat palm of his hand. She pulled away slightly and gently pushed him onto his back, then pivoted round. She half-lay on her side with her crotch near his face and her head close to his hard cock. He stared, entranced, as she ran her hand up and down it a few times and then lowered her mouth to it. She tilted her head and closed her mouth against its length. She slid her mouth along it. She poked out her tongue and flickered it over his throbbing end and poked the tip of her tongue into his slit. She sucked him slowly and he watched the puckering of her cheeks. A couple of times she took him to the back of her throat and gagged. He groped her bare calves below the hem of her nightdress, and mauled her thighs roughly through the warm satin. She raised one leg and he groped her inner thigh through the silky fabric, resisting for now the urge to explore higher or inside. She swept her painted nails swept across his nipple and raked it lightly, then she took it between her finger and thumb. She pulled it and pinched it hard enough for him to draw a sharp intake of breath. She began to suck harder and faster, her head rocking up and down, and the slurping noises sent a shudder of delight through him. She paused pinching and tweaking his hard nipple sideways for a few moments then resumed again, pinching and pulling on it in synch with her sucking. She had never done this to him previously, it was another trick she had pulled out to vary their times of pleasure, nor had he ever had this done before by anyone else. He stared at the movement of her finger and thumb, wincing slightly with the pain she was inflicting yet aroused by it. His enjoyment of it surprised him, he had always considered it distasteful to take pleasure in pain, but here was no denying that it was an erotic sensation that added to the oral stimulation she was giving him. She rested again from pinching his nipple but he closed his hand over hers and made her squeeze it again, and she recommenced. She released his cock from her mouth and licked up and down, her tongue dragging lewdly along the whole length of his erection. He saw a bead of pre-cum seeping from his tip, and she held his cock in her hand and rubbed it on her cheek, adorning it with the glistening moisture. She took half his length into her mouth again and with her tongue she pushed it from side to side inside her mouth, pressing it against the inside of one cheek, then the other. He groaned. "Oh yes, Jane, that's good. You're so hot, so sexy -- so gorgeous...." He lifted the hem of her red nightdress and gazed inside at her thighs and at her full, mid-brown bush. She ceased teasing his cock in case he came. She tugged at her nghtdress and smiled at him. "Put your head up inside her and eat my mature cunt, Martin..." She lay back and he crawled to her. He lifted the ankle-length hem of nightdress enough to get his head inside, then shuffled up, dragging his tongue up her shadowed legs, then her inner thighs, towards her mature, hairy pussy. He let the nightdress drop back down over the back of his head. He could smell her arousal. He eased her hairy flaps open and began to massage her slit and her labia with his lips and tongue. She moaned softly. He became aware of footsteps and voices on the corridor outside. He heard a man's giggle, followed by a young woman's. The woman then spoke, quietly, but not as quietly as she thought, and her words were slurred. The voice came right outside Jane's door. "Not here, Dave! Someone might see us! Wait till we get into my room..." There was the fumbling sound of a key being tried unsuccessfully in the lock of Jane's door. Martin emerged rapidly from under her nightdress and sat bolt upright. More inebriated giggles could be heard outside the door. "Shit -- it's the wrong door! I thought this wasn't my floor! Shit!" More embarrassed giggles followed, but their sound and the sound of unsteady footsteps receded. Jane and he exploded into stifled, embarrassed laughter. "Shit! What if the key had fitted your door, Jane!" he chuckled. "Unlikely in a hotel of this standard. Besides -- we put the chain on the door for extra security you fool!" she teased. "Oh yes. Yes we did. Now -- where WAS I?" He lifted her nightdress again and gazed inside at her mature thighs and verdant bush. "You were under there enjoying what you were eating, Martin. Go back and enjoy the rest of your meal, love..." "Mmmm... okay, Jane. At least we're in good company -- I bet half the delegates are at it! I bet there'll be a fair few dozing off in the seminars tomorrow... ah well, back to... my meal..." He slid his head up her nighdress once more. She gave a low whimper and he felt her hand stroking the back of his neck through the smooth satin. She raised her thighs and rested them over his shoulders. He lapped and frigged her in the shadow under her nightdress, thrilling in the feel of her spongy flesh under his mouth and in the feel of the warm satin against him, enjoying her astringent taste of her juice and the sound of the fabric rustling against his ears. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them, then he pinched her nipples, though not quite as hard as she had pinched his. She grooned and cooed in response. She pulled away from him and slid off the bed. She pulled the duvet part way off and, puzzled but taking the hint, he slid off the bed as well. She kissed him and he held her close, stroking her back through the lace and mesh trim at the back of her nightdress, and caressing her bare skin above the cut-away. "I'm a bit shy about creaking bed springs being heard if we fuck here, Martin..." He was about to persuade her that nobody would hear. He had no objection to coming in her mouth or of being jacked off over her magnificent breasts, but her wanted to be inside her now. Before he could speak, though, she continued. "Let's fold the duvet in half and put it on the floor and you can take me doggy-style on it...." He needed no further persuasion. He flung the duvet onto the floor and, still wearing her full-length nightdress around her waist, though with her naked breasts swaying freely above it, she roughly folded it in half. She lifted the red nightdress to her knees to keep it out of the way as she knelt on all fours on the floor. He gazed at her in the light that filtered in through the uncurtained window. Where the light caught it, the red satin shone and shimmered. Then -- and it looked so lewd and wanton, she raised her eyebrows at him and at the same time reached her hand don to her hip and slowly lifted her nightdress up to her waist. Her bum caught the light and its ivory appearance added to the wantonness of her pose. Above the low-cut mesh and lace trim at the back of her nightdress the skin of her back and shoulders was pale and inviting, too. Her crotch was in shadow but he could see the outline of her pussy hair. He dropped to his knees behind her and held his throbbing erection in his hand. He slapped her firm bum cheeks and the backs of her thighs with it, then slapped it up against her pussy. She groaned softly. "Now, Martin. Put it in and give me a good hard seeing to..." He eased into her and clasped her slightly sagging belly with his left hand. With his right he teased her clit as he built up his rhythm. As he drove into her their bodies made a quiet but sensual slapping noise, and the slick moistness of her pussy meant that his thrusting was also accompanied by a soft squishy sound. "Oh yes, Martin," she muttered. "Keep fucking me. Fuck me harder, harder and deeper, oh yes like that, ohhh... ohhhhh!" He quickened his pace and thrust harder and deeper into her, with his finger pressed against her hard, moist clit. She pushed back against him and he heard her breathing becoming ragged, then her body began to jerk and convulse. He knew he was not far from his own orgasm and he pulled out of her and, holding his throbbing cock, held it over her pale, illuminated bum cheeks and watched as his milky cum spurted over them. She remained still for a few moments to savour the remnants of her powerful climax, and its glowing aftermath, but it also granted him the spectacle of seeing his spent seed dribbling down her mature, pale bum cheeks and hanging from them in creamy, gooey beads. She gave a soft low laugh. "You bad, bad boy, Martin!" she whispered. Then, holding the duvet she wiped herself clean. She looked at her watch. It was a little before two in the morning. She picked up the duvet and draped it back over the bed. She slid back onto the bed and he joined her. They kissed and cuddled for a while, knowing that they would have time for sex at least one more time before he would need to sneak back to his room to maintain her discretion. Don't Fancy Yours, Mate! Ch. 03 The alarm on Martin's phone woke him. It was 5.30 in the morning, and he had a hard-on, as he did every morning when he awoke. He looked at Jane, his mature, busty, and hot colleague lying next to him in the hotel bed, and was tempted to wake her. He knew that she would be reluctant to have a quickie, as she wanted him to leave and return to his own room before he was seen and thus rumbled her. At fifty-eight years old she didn't want to be the subject of gossip and for the word "desperate" to be whispered and sniggered over. He swung his legs out of the bed and pulled on his clothes from the previous day. He avoided using the en-suite so as not to disturb her. He was tempted to carry his shoes instead of wearing them to allow him to tread more quietly, but decided that this would look more secretive and suspicious if he was seen. Instead he slid his shoes on and walked to the door as softly as he could. His room was only on the floor below and he walked quickly and quietly along the corridor, down the stairs, then to his own room. Thankfully he encountered nobody. As quietly and smoothly as he could he turned his key in the lock, opened the door, stepped in and closed it behind him. He slid his shoes off. He needed the toilet and was about to go to his en-suite when his mobile buzzed and vibrated in his pocket. He guessed that it would be from Jane, and decided to check his messages in case anything was wrong. hi, have fun washing it off but not 2 hard luv jn He shook his head in bemusement, tossed the phone onto the bed and went into the en-suite bathroom. He looked at his tired face in the mirror as he emptied his bladder. He hoped he would be able to stay awake at the workshops and presentations that day despite his lack of sleep. After all, he and Jane had had sex the previous evening when they retired for the night, and twice during the night as well. He looked down; then he saw it. Along his half-erect cock was some black writing. It said simply "Jane's!" Now he understood her cryptic text message. He laughed out loud at her sauciness, writing her name on his cock as a claim of exclusive ownership while he was asleep. He ran his hand under the tap and over the soap and rubbed the writing. It remained intact. She had clearly used a permanent marker pen rather than a water-based one. He felt annoyed. He would have to get every trace of it off. It would be mortifying if anyone spotted it if they stood next to him at the urinals later on. He took his clothes off and stepped into the shower. He cast his mind back to her text. He looked down at the writing again. There was no denying -- it did have a funny side to it. He laughed. He did have fun washing it off, too. Breakfast would not be served for nearly two hours, and he was still hard and horny as he thought about the night before. He shafted himself slowly, then more quickly. The sight and feel of her satin nightdress. Her mature body in the half-light. The feel of her big breasts pressing against him and spilling over his hands. The sight of her bum cheeks as he withdrew from her pussy and squirted over them. He gritted his teeth as he called these and other images to mind, and jerked harder and faster, bracing himself against the wall of the shower as he came. Then he gave his attention to her writing. He did mange to get it all off but he had to apply neat shower gel and rub it hard with his fingers. It took some time and several careful inspections. He laughed again, and when he went back into his bedroom he picked up his mobile, and keyed his reply. hi jn. had fun washing it off but wont b able 2 manage 4 some time, sore, had 2 scrub v hard He chuckled softly and got into his clean clothes. He avoided sitting with her for breakfast and sat with other delegates for some of the presentations and seminars, too. He even managed to avoid looking at her too much. Just before one seminar, however, she caught his eye. She smiled, seemingly innocently, but picked up her pen and made a writing action in the air. He stifled most, but not all of his laugh. The bloke next to him looked at him. "Sorry -- just a private joke," Martin muttered, hoping he hadn't blushed too deeply. He caught up with her at lunchtime but apart from exchanging a couple of knowing glances and chuckles, neither referred to it. ________________________________________ At last the final presentation and question session finished, and they headed for the railway station. As well as his own holdall, he carried her overnight case, very mindful of some of the clothing that lay inside it. She was wearing a knee-length pink raincoat that was buttoned high. It was double-breasted and the colour suited her. He was slightly disappointed that her legs were bare and that she was not wearing stockings. He wondered whether she would invite him back to her house when they arrived back. The journey home would take just over five hours. He was glad they had reserved seats, as it was the build-up to local rush hour. They settled in their seats and made small talk. After a while he closed his eyes and re-lived in his mind the sex that he and Jane had enjoyed over the last twenty-four hours. He felt pleasantly tired. He looked out of the window until it went dark, and browsed through the National Geographic magazine he had bought. Jane also dozed off and read her book. He noticed one or two people look at its cover and at her. It was a steamy novel that had attracted a lot of publicity. He smiled to himself. He wondered whether she really wanted to read it or whether she was just doing it for effect. No doubt fellow-passengers would consider her past such books at her age. They would be shocked indeed if they knew some of the things she got up to! They had to change trains and waited for a while for the connection. It was twenty five minutes late. He hated long journeys, especially train journeys, and even more so when they ran behind time. He just wanted to get home and chill out -- or maybe get to Jane's house and get hot! He still hoped that she would invite him back, but he was not going to push. They finally approached her station. It was on the main line but the express services did not stop there, hence their need to change trains earlier. He had agreed to see her safely home and then get a taxi back to his house, which was about four miles form hers. He picked up her case and his own and they got off the train onto the platform. Only three other people alighted and they soon disappeared. It had been a long day, and to his annoyance he realised that Jane had wandered over to the information board that displayed the timetables. "Sorry, Martin. I'm just checking the train times for work next week. I have to take my car into the garage." She reached into her bag for her diary and a pen. With a smirk she brandished the pen at him and mimed writing. His annoyance changed to laughter. She jotted down a few times in the back of her diary and re-checked them back to the timetable. She fumbled in her bag, smiled, and rejoined him. "Well, Martin -- it wasn't a bad conference. But I liked the night-time hands- on workshops the best!" She scooped her hand under his groin and gave it a gentle squeeze. He looked round, shocked, then realised that nobody was about. The others who had got off the train had now left. The station was small and unstaffed, too, and theirs had been the last train that day scheduled to stop there. They headed towards the subway that led under the tracks to the exit. "Have you got any plans for what's left of the evening, Martin?" "Not really, Jane. Have you?" "No. No, I've got nothing on." He nearly made a crude, double-entendre comment but she looked tired and serious. They were part way down the ramp when she suddenly exclaimed, "Oh shit!" "What's the matter, Jane?" "I think I've dropped my diary. I won't be a second... you wait here..." He waited half way down the ramp for her and watched her go back to the information board. Her legs looked good, and although she was wearing court shoes rather than stilettos the rapid click of her heels on the platform aroused him. Her slimmish body looked attractive in her pink coat, her posture was upright and proud, and her silver-blond hair was smart. Again he wondered whether she would invite him back or whether he would be going straight home once he had seen her to her house. He spotted her diary lying on the platform as she drew near to it. He watched, hoping that she might bend forward to pick it up and give him a glimpse up her coat, but instead she squatted on her haunches. She stood up and turned round, smiling at him and waving it in the air, then she walked back towards him and down the ramp. "Got it, Martin. Sorry about that." "That's okay." "Martin... you know when I said I don't have anything on tonight..." His heart quickened a beat. It sounded as though she might be about to go from having no arrangements to making some that would include him. "Yes?" "I meant... I REALLY don't have anything on..." The belt of her raincoat was undone and she was unfastening the buttons. She peeled it open and stood with her hands on her hips. "Bloody hell, Jane!" Her crude pun and her lewd behaviour stunned him. He stared at her frontal nakedness. Her matronly breasts swayed deliciously, and her nipples were large and half-erect. Her belly was slightly plump, and he stared at the appealing horizontal creases of her skin. Her nakedness and the harsh lighting made her hairy mound seem the more prominent. Her legs and thighs were neither skinny nor fat. She was quite curvy, with matronly hips. For her age her legs were shapely. The bulkhead light emphasised the verdant hair of her natural, uncropped bush. Martin thought again of the jibe of a fellow delegate at the conference, "Don't fancy yours, mate!" He smirked. He doubted whether the woman that man had brought along and bragged about bedding -- however attractive and sexy -- was as hot as Jane where it really mattered. He was both aroused and nervous of being disturbed. She walked towards him, her hands still on her hips, her raincoat still open, her heels clicking loudly on the subway ramp as if echoing the pounding of his heart. She stood before him and leaned into him. Her naked, DD breasts pressed against him, and she kissed him on the mouth. He slid his hands inside her open coat and fondled her ripe bum cheeks. He was shocked and thrilled at her behaviour. The realisation that as soon as the conference was over she had rushed to her room and stripped naked, and remained completely naked under her coat on their way to the station and throughout the journey was extremely arousing. It was not the way a fifty-eight year-old woman would behave! Nor was what she was doing right now... They kissed deeply and passionately, and he fondled her full, flaccid breasts for a few moments. She pulled away from him. She left the buttons of her coat unfastened but closed it and fastened her belt to hold it loosely in place. She picked up her overnight case and took his hand in her other hand. He picked up his holdall. But instead of leading him to the far end of the subway and the station exit she dragged him back towards the platform they had left. "Jane... what the hell...?" She laughed and continued to lead him to the platform. It was deserted but quite well lit. She led him past the various unlit buildings. Another short platform backed onto it near its far end, a bay platform with buffers where a local shuttle ran during the day. She led him onto it and to a bench right under a platform light. She pressed his shoulders down, prompting him to sit. His heart was hammering in his chest. "Jane, I really don't think..." She laughed. "I do, love." He stared as she unfastened her belt and let her pink coat fall open again. She stood astride him and leaned forward, proffering her large, pendulous breasts to his face. He nuzzled and kissed them, kneading the soft flesh. He squeezed one orb and pointed it compacted, firmed-up form to his mouth. He began to suck on it and to chew her nipple. "Mmm, that's it, Martin, love. Mmmmhhh.... Pity there were other people in or carriage on the way up or I could have suckled you on the train. Suckled you and SUCKED you, love..." She bent her head down and to his delight she scooped her right breast to her own mouth. He stared, enthralled, as she poked out her tongue and licked her nipple. It looked rude and very erotic. She scooped her orb higher and sucked on it noisily. He moved his own tongue to flicker against her nipple, her lips and tongue as well. She dropped her hand to his groin and unzipped his trousers. She slid her long fingers inside and kneaded and fondled his balls and his rising cock through his underpants. "Oh Jane, that's good, but let's go somewhere more private..." She took his hand and led it to her hairy pussy. She rubbed it against her swollen lips and her hood. She murmured with pleasure as he caressed her. "This IS private. There's nobody about, love. There are no more trains due and the station is unmanned..." "I know, but what if..." "Mmmhh, Martin, I want this inside me. That book I was reading has made me hot and horny. You can come back with me for an hour or two if you like..." A big smile broke across his face, and he started to stand up. "...but only if you fuck me here and now, Martin..." She unbuckled his trouser belt and unfastened his trousers. She tugged them part way down his hips and did the same with his underpants. "Oh Jane, not here, let's..." "Oh yes, here! Yes, I think so!" She pushed him back down onto the bench. He felt its coldness against the backs of his thighs. She raised one leg and placed her foot on the bench next to him. He fondled her thigh and kissed it. She slid her foot and leg between the seat of the bench and its back, and lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him and facing him. She swung the other leg through the gap between the back and seat of the bench. There was a low metallic sound that rose in pitch and volume, the signal of an approaching train. He jumped, but she pushed down on his thighs with her weight. "Don't panic! It won't stop, it's just the express. It will go through so fast that nobody will see," she laughed. The train could now be heard quite clearly. "In any case, my back is covered by my coat and my back is towards the main platform that it will pass. And your face is hidden behind me. Let's do it, love..." she said, her voice rising as the train roared closer. The fear of being seen made him start to lose his erection, but she took it in her hands and played with it. She rocked up and down on his lap, playing with his throbbing cock in her hand as she did so. He tried to sink lower on the bench to hide as the sound of the train became almost deafening, and a flurry of lights flashed as the train shot past them at high speed, then receded into the distance. She laughed. "Wow, Martin! I felt the earth move and saw flashing lights, and you're not even inside me yet!" she said. Though still nervous, he had to laugh. She rubbed his erection against her belly and thighs and gently slapped it against her belly. He was soon hard again, but he still felt very conspicuous, and hoped that they could be quick. He cupped her breasts and groped and mauled them playfully but gently. Her wanton behaviour was driving him on. She raised herself on his lap a little and, holding his throbbing length in her hand she lowered herself onto it. She rode slowly up and down, her hands resting on the back of the well-lit bench. He continued to grope and squeeze her bouncing breasts with one hand and with the other hand he rubbed her moist clit. He stared at the swaying and surging of her breasts. She gasped softly and increased the force and speed of her thrusts, taking him deep and hard. He tensed and clasped her tight as he pumped into her until he was empty, and she came almost at the same time, grinding against him. They sat quite still for a few moments. He was still half in shock at what they had done. Although anonymous, they had potentially been seen by a hundred people or so. He tried to console himself that they would have thought it was two frisky young people. He looked up at her slivery-blond hair and realised that some would have guessed her approximate age. She looked at him and laughed softly. "Good boy! You can come back now for a couple of hours if you want to, love." She slid from his lap. They linked arms as they headed down the subway and under the tracks again, but withdrew as they left the station exit. Her house was only a third of a mile or so away, and it would not take long to walk. She pulled him close for a moment as they waited for the traffic lights to change so that they could cross the road. She giggled saucily and flicked back the bottom of her coat. "Look... I'm dribbling as I'm walking along! Look at that... look at that spunk and pussy juice trickling out of my pussy and down my thigh!" He glanced at the lewdly glistening patch on her pale thigh, then she pulled her coat over it again and they crossed the road and headed for her house.