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Experience, or 3 Fucks an Hour?

By: sammican1



This is a big subject and a long story. Maybe too long for Lit. I contemplated breaking it into two or three parts but haven't. Tell me if you think I am wrong.

The faint hearted may not take it on, fuck 'em. Those that do, if they are genuinely interested in both the conflict and adventure of a young woman and an older man and what went on between them, will hopefully get something from it. It may just be a hard on, but why not write and tell me.

Thanks for reading this far.

Hugs

Sammi xx



The Characters

Sammi: Blonde, twenty and gorgeous.

It was the third time they had fucked that afternoon and evening. They had gone to his rather grubby bedsit in Bethnal Green after a long session in the pub with their mates. He'd drunk pints of beer, Peroni in those long tall glasses, she'd drank vodka with a touch of water. They were both pleasantly pissed. But for that it was unlikely she would have accepted his invitation to 'come back to my place for some pasta and a fuck.' It was also unlikely he would have asked her if he hadn't been half drunk. They lived in the same block and that was how they had met and become friends, but until today, not lovers.

Sammi was the tastiest bird in the group of twelve that met most Wednesday evenings and Sunday lunchtimes in The Crown in Bethnal Green Road, quite near to the central line station. It was an old fashioned pub that sold good beer and lousy food, had no canned music or one arm bandits, but had a darts board and a pool table. It suited the crowd down to the ground. Urban rumour had it that it was a favourite of the Krays back in the sixties, but then everywhere around the east end of London has such rumours. 

Jack: early twenties, miidilly good looking with plenty of sexual stamina.



Jack was just an ordinary bloke. Averagely good looking with a reasonably personality, he was well liked, got on ok with nearly everyone and pulled his fair share of birds. Alright, it may be that the ones he got tended to be fat or plain or both and were rarely of the class of Sammi, but he was a pretty good fuck. He had bags of stamina and his recovery powers were awesome, often being ready again almost before he pulled out of the girl's pussy. This more than compensated for his lack of finesse and patience. This had become folk lore almost amongst the small gang. Although generally they didn't fuck each other some of the girls knew other girls who had been 'sorted out' by Jack, they passed it on and he was held in some esteem by them.

"You really up for a fuck?" he asked as they wandered arms around each along Roman Road towards their homes. Sammi alternated between the bed sit in Roman Road and living with her mum at a palatial pile in Chigwell, Essex. 

This wasn't a normal sort of exchange for either of them. However, in their near drunk states it seemed perfectly reasonable for him to ask that and for her to giggle that she was.

Jack pulled the long, blonde haired, blue eyed beauty into a narrow alleyway. He pushed her up against a wall and kissed her. 

"You sure?" He asked cupping one of her B cup boobs. He couldn't really believe his luck.

"Totally" she replied letting her hand fall down between them so it brushed across his erection. 

Although Sammi had been with a few extremely virile guys with whom she'd fucked several times in an afternoon, evening or night, that hadn't happened for some time and currently she didn't have boy friend. Apart from being a little tipsy that was why she accepted Jack's original invitation to 'pasta and a fuck' and her confirmation as they walked home. After all they were fully paid up members of the 'now' generation and they could do anything!

He kissed her, hard and squirmingly, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth and pressing his hard-on right into her belly. She pushed back with her pubic mound and took the tip of his tongue between her teeth and sucked on it. Reaching down, Jack grabbed the hem of her white tee shirt that she was wearing outside her tight, blues jeans with rips in them. He pulled that and the covering pale blue, vee necked cashmere sweater up baring her tits. As most of the group, knew she rarely bothered with a bra. She didn't really need the support for her B cup tits were pert and still retained their youthful firmness.

"How about doing it right here."

"Fuck off I need a bed."

He laughed. "Come on then let's find one."

The first fuck was quick, urgent, quite dirty and very satisfying for both of them, but it wasn't in or even on a bed. It was with Sammi bent over and Jack fucking her from behind.

Once inside his 'studio apartment,' he grabbed her, they kissed and quickly were pulling each other's tops off. He had a hairy chest that Sammi loved and she had exquisitely pert B cup tits with deliciously pink, quite prominent nipples. Once he had her top off and her tits were bare he turned her and positioned in front of a floor to ceiling loft mirror. With both of them following the action in the mirror, Jack squeezed and cupped Sammi's tits and pinched and pulled on her nipples. Slowly he moved his hands downwards, fiddling his fingers just inside the waistband of her jeans before cupping and rubbing her mound. She watched fascinated as he slid her zip down and got his hand inside. That made her grab her own tits exciting both her and Jack.

So far it had all been slow and smooth, measured and calm, but almost immediately he found and pressed her clit they both seemed to explode. Her jeans came down, his hands plunged into her panties, he pushed his jeans down and pressed his hard, fully erect cock hard against her arse. Jack pushed her forward and Sammi bent at the waist, supported herself with her hands on the mirror and watched fascinated as he pulled her thong down so it was tight around her thighs, six inches or so beneath her pussy. She was relieved to see him take a condom from his jeans that were rumpled round his ankles and put it on his respectably solid cock. With little further ado he pressed his cock right on her lips before plunging through them and surging deep into her cunt.

It didn't take long before she was writhing against his cock and he was ready to shoot his load into the condom. That they were able to create a mutual orgasm was more due to the wantonness of the situation than anything else, but they ended up with her face down on the carpet, her bum in the air with his cock buried deep in her cunt.

It hadn't been much longer before they were both completely naked lying on the bed. Jack was between Sammi's legs, which were drawn up, wide open and wrapped round his waist. He was slamming himself into her loving both the depth of his penetration and the feel of her legs around him.

The third time a couple of hours later after they'd had a cup of tea, some pasta and a couple of large vodkas each, wasn't really a fuck. It was more her wanking him as he sucked her tits and finger fucked her. 

They did it once more when they woke up in the middle of the night. This time they were on their sides and he fucked her from behind squeezing and pinching her tits and rubbing her clit.

Shrugging into her jeans, tee shirt and sweater, but not bothering with her thong, around three in the morning, Sammi went to the door leaving Jack in bed.

"I guess I'll see you Wednesday at the pub" she said as she slipped out of the door.

*





Bob:



"Sammi, it's Samantha Cannock isn't it?"

It was the following Wednesday. Sammi was at home with her mum in Essex. She spent about half her time at the small flat in Bethnal Green rather slumming it compared to the near mansion her mum had got as part of her recent divorce settlement from Sammi's dad, where she spent the other half of her time. 

She was in her local gym when she'd heard a man's voice call out her name. Turning she saw a guy in a suit staring at her. She didn't recognise him until he moved closer and said. "Hi Samantha, you were Jane's friend, Jane Roberts."

"Oh yes" she replied recognising him as the father of a girl she had been friendly with up until they were both fourteen or so. "Mister Roberts, how are you?"

"I'm fine Sammi and you?" He asked shaking her hand.

"Great thanks, how's Jane?"

"She lives in New York, she's fine."

"Yes I heard that from her Facebook."

"And your parents Sammi, how are they?"

"Well unfortunately there's been lots of problems there Mister Roberts."

"Bob Sammi please. Mister makes me feel even older than the advanced years I am."

Sammi laughed. "Bob then."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry."

"It happens I guess, they are getting divorced, dad lives in Spain."

"Is your mum still in Chigwell?" He asked recalling Sammi's mother who he and his wife had got to know through school functions. As most men did he particularly remembered her splendid pair of tits.

"Yes I live with her most of the time, but also have a little flat in Bethnal Green, where I stay most weekends."

"That sounds a good arrangement."

"It works for me and mum, we love each other of course but two women need their own space. Anyway what are you doing here at a gym in a suit?"

"I work for the group that owns the gyms and have to visit them from time to time, but not much longer."

"Why?"

"Well I retire in a couple of month's time."

"So what do you do Mister er Bob" she smiled.

"I'm a regional director."

"Wow, big time tycoon" Sammi said smiling and recalling that when she was friendly with Jane he was always travelling.

"Not really, just a small cog in a very big machine. I'm setting up the regional head quarters here as my last job really before I work on my golf handicap. Look, how about popping into my office and having a coffee or a glass of wine so we can catch up," Bob asked not really thinking of the consequences or what his PA would think.

"Sure when, now or after my work out?"

"Up to you."

"Well let's do it after I've worked out a bit, I doubt I would be up to a work out after a coffee or a glass of wine."

"Great, just come through that door up the stairs and I am the second door on the left."

Bob went to his office and slumped into his big, black leather chair. His mind went back to the days when Jane and Sammi would come to his house.  Even at fourteen she'd been ravishingly pretty in a blonde haired, blue eyed way whilst his daughter Jane with her dark hair, green eyes and voluptuous figure had been sultrily attractive. 

He hadn't seen Sammi for years, but had bumped into her and her mother in Waitrose a few months ago, just after Sammi's eighteenth birthday party that his daughter Jane had attended. He couldn't understand why, but he fancied the young blonde immediately. He didn't often lust for younger women and he saw plenty at the gyms he managed. In all truthfulness he would have imagined he would fancy the mother with her fuller figure and gorgeous tits more than Sammi. But that wasn't the case and as he stood with his wife talking to Amanda and Sammi he felt himself getting hard.

Those thoughts, or so he had believed, were well behind him as were any ideas of anything happening with Sammi. But seeing her in her tight, black gym gear had rekindled them. Her white singlet under the tracky top with a black sports bra moulded to her small breasts, her lycra, mid-calf, cropped pants clinging to her bum and thighs very tightly accentuated the roundness of her pubic mound and the symmetrical pertness of her gorgeous arse, had brought the lecherous, wanton thoughts that had occupied his mind all those years ago bubbling to the surface. He sat behind his desk pleased that Amanda, his PA, was at a meeting at the gym in Chelmsford for he had an absolute raging hard on. And at fifty nine such things didn't happen that often without some significant stimulation and young Sammi Cannock had certainly provided that. 

Bob was at a crossroads in many ways. Obviously his impending retirement was the main one, but also the state of his marriage was up there in the levels of significance and importance.

Sammi worked out with a range of stretching exercises, then running for twenty minutes and finishing on the rowing machine. As she did her mind went back to her schooldays and to Jane and her family. She and Jane had been close friends and they'd had good times together. Bob had been around a lot when she was at the house and had often given them a lift somewhere and a few times her alone a ride home. He had never said or done anything at all out of line. That wasn't because he hadn't had thoughts, but then most middle age men do, he imagined, it was because like most men he was scared of being rejected and frightened of the repercussions. He and Philipa had still been in love at the time and the family, Jane and two brothers had been close knit. Things had changed when Jane had moved to the US with her derivative trader position with a Swiss bank and the two boys had left home. Although they were still very close Phil's sexual appetite and her interest had declined in the past few years being replaced so it seemed to Bob by golf. He often wondered if there was more to her close friendship with her 'golfing girls' than simply the sport! Unlike her, Bob was unable to go without. He was sorry to say, he had started looking elsewhere and had visited a couple of massage parlours. He still had a strong sex drive and appetite and almost permanently felt frustrated and up for it. He knew that if the right opportunity came along he would take it and an affair was more of an inevitability than a possibility.

'Oh my fucking lord' he said as he walked through the gym, ostensibly on an inspection tour, something he did several times a day. In reality that was only part of the reason. The other reason generally was to check out the talent and the specific reason today was to check out Sammi who he had just seen on a cross trainer. He stood against a wall out of her sight line off to one side and behind her and simply ogled the great sight.

She had put her golden blonde hair up into a pony tail. That was flying around bouncing off each shoulder and occasionally snaking round her neck and dropping down to rub one or another of her tits. Sometimes it snuggled between them, making Bob imagine it was his cock. Her boobs were bouncing up and down with each stride she took, the soft flesh jiggling and wobbling most wonderfully inside the black bra and white top. She was wearing the singlet, which was like an athlete's vest, outside her lycra pants. As she ran the singlet kept riding up giving him wonderful flashes of her tanned skin just above her waist. It was her arse though, that was the main feature. With the black lycra moulding itself to her twin, rounded orbs like a second skin and with those swaying and rolling around, it was a sight that really should have been censored, he thought smiling to himself. And then he felt a belt to his groin when he realised he couldn't see a VPL. 'Fuck a pound to a penny she's naked under that' he thought as his cock started to harden again. Wow twice in half and hour he realised joking to himself 'I'm becoming a stud,'

It was then that Sammi for no reason glanced over her shoulder and saw him. Bob quickly turned and made out he was examining a piece of equipment, but Sammi knew, as women always do, that the only piece of equipment he was examining was her arse. Why the hell that made her emphasise the rolling, swaying undulations of her pert butt she didn't know, but she did.

After seeing Bob letching her, Sammi's mind, for some unfathomable reason, turned to the coming evening when she would be going to Bethnal Green to the pub and would see Jack. They hadn't spoken since Sunday and she wondered how things would be between them. They certainly weren't in love or anything like that, but they really had got it on big time on Sunday and, she had to admit it was bloody good. But she had no more idea what he would want from the 'relationship' than she did. Perhaps we'll become fuckbuddies she smiled. Then for some daft reason she found herself trying to recall how many times he had made her cum on Sunday. She always found running on a training machine hellishly boring and she needed something to occupy her mind and remembering orgasms certainly took her mind off the tedium of running.

She remembered that the first time he fucked her she was still partially dressed. They hadn't messed around much before he was in her so she only had one climax, but it was a big one. The next time when they were naked on the bed he'd made her cum very quickly after entering her and then again when he exploded. Later in the evening after they had eaten, sobered up and then got half pissed again on vodka, they had started kissing and he undid the tie on the dressing gown he'd lent her. He opened it and started caressing and then kissing her tits. Sammi found his cock under the towel he'd wrapped himself in. He was reassuringly hard and she pulled the towel away, but they left his tee shirt on. As she stroked him so Jack licked and sucked her nipples and found her clit with his finger. Rubbing that sent such powerfully sexy feelings through her that it made her cum. They stopped for a while as they sipped their vodkas and then rolled together on the floor squirming their bodies together. Jack rubbed Sammi's clit again and then shoved two or three fingers up her and started to use them as a surrogate cock by finger fucking her. She responded by rubbing his cock harder and faster. She remembered him muttering. "Fuck that's lovely Sam. You know sometimes that's just as good as a fuck, is it for you?"

When she said that it was, Jack wiggled himself into a kneeling position beside her and continued finger fucking her. Sammi didn't realise at first why he was kneeling as she lay on her back her legs open still masturbating him.

"Are you near Sam?"

"Mmm very," she moaned back at him loving the feelings roaring through her body. "You?"

"Fucking near. Can I?"

"Can you what?" She asked opening her eyes and looking at him. The look in them told her why he was kneeling. She smiled and nodded as her orgasm broke and as his cock spurted his cum all over her tits.

Feeling quite aroused as she finished her run with the number seven being her orgasm count, Sammi stopped the machine and got off. She walked from the gym to the changing room, removed her training gear and slipped into a black one piece swim suit; she didn't wear a bikini at the gym pool. She did her dozen or so lengths, spent ten minutes in first the steam and then the sauna. Her mind still kept swinging back to Sunday and forward to tonight, but occasionally as the perspiration poured off her Bob came into her mind. 

She had liked him when she was younger, but not in a fanciable or sexual way. Meeting him had been a surprise and she had tried to work out how old he must be and reckoned mid fifties, the same as her dad. Her mum was younger being in her mid forties; she had given birth to Sam just after her twenty first birthday. Sam was now nearly twenty four!

When they had chatted she thought she had seen that something in her eyes that most attractive women frequently see. Lust. Sammi hadn't thought much of it for she looked on him as one of her mate's dads and a bit of ogling at young bits of stuff was human nature she thought. But then when she had seen him at the back of the gym staring at her bum, she began to firm up on the idea that he fancied her. Sammi didn't know whether to feel flattered or shocked. 

He was a reasonably good looking guy, although balding. He was around five feet ten, slim and seemed to have a good body. His quite, but not ridiculously, long, tawny coloured hair was flecked with grey and was neatly cut. He had a thin face, with a square chin, nicely full, sort of kissable she had thought, lips and piercing, stunningly blue eyes. She remembered when she was at school some of the girls calling him tasty.


Experience, or 3 Fucks an Hour?



Sammi showered, dried herself and then got dressed ready to go to the pub. She wore a fairly low cut, blue and white hooped tee shirt that had wide, three-quarter length sleeves. Not bothering with a bra for the tee was quite thick, but in any case she was wearing a dark blue sleeveless top, a bit like a man's waistcoat over it and that covered her nipples and boobs. 'Shouldn't be any embarrassing moments there' she thought slipping into a pretty, black, lacy thong and dark blue, nearly black leggings. She stepped into a denim micro skirt that hardly covered her bum and put on a pair of black mid-height heels. Thinking of keeping her hair in the pony tail as she did her make up, just eye liner and a touch of lippy, she changed her mind and instead pleated it into a pigtail.

"Wow that's some change" Bob said as she walked into his office. 

He thought she looked great, but had imagined she'd still be in her gym gear and the thought of her arse in the thin, stretched lycra had kept him semi hard since he'd returned to his office. He was even more relieved now that Amanda was at the meeting for he would have difficulty explaining why this 'sex on legs' was in his office.

Sammi explained that tonight was pub night so she left her car at home and was getting the tube From Grange Hill to Bethnal Green. "We generally have a darts match, boys versus the girls" she explained, taking the cup of coffee he had poured from the espresso machine on a credenza in the corner.

They talked for twenty minutes or so, Bob becoming more and more attracted to Sammi all the time. He could see the movement of her boobs under the tee and guessed she was braless and couldn't help trying to get sly glances up her skirt even though she was wearing quite thick tights that would stop her flashing her panties. Despite that, the very short skirt was, he found, extremely sexy and he imagined sliding his hand up and cupping her mound. That made him nearly shudder.

"Look Bob" Sammi said leaning forward, putting her cup on his desk and affording him a clear look right down her tee shirt. "I have to go, we meet at nine and I have to get the bus to the station and then the tube. Thanks for the coffee" she said standing up and smoothing her skirt down by rubbing her hands down her stomach and upper thighs, a gesture that was instant hard on material.

"I'll give you a lift?"

"That's ok."

"You can't rely on buses Sammi. It's no problem I was about to finish up here in any case."

She beamed him a smile of gratitude. "Ok Bob thanks that would be great."

She was impressed by Bob's new Jag and by his rather old world, but nevertheless charming manner of opening her door for her before going round the car and getting in the driver's side. It was dark now and they had to drive through a few miles of poorly lit country lane before reaching the main road that they would follow to the Central Line station. 

Bob was nervy and edgy. He fancied the young woman so much, but knew she was unattainable. Why would any twenty four year old stunner like her fancy an old sod like me, he asked himself, wishing he could think of an answer? He managed to glance at her a few times and could just make out the outline of her slim legs and the ridiculously short, but incredibly exciting skirt. When he stopped the car at a couple of traffic lights he looked at her and she smiled. 'Fuck her face is so Lolita like sexy' he thought taking in her features and her great lips that, naturally he imagined kissing, but also visualised closed round his cock that once more was rock hard. He badly needed a fuck and knew that his journey home this evening would be via a massage parlour.

Looking side on to him as he drove, Sammi thought that he was actually quite handsome, albeit in an older person's sort of way, 'like Berlusconi the Italian President' she thought.

He pulled up outside the station.

"Thanks Bob, that was kind of you" Sammi was saying as she opened her door.

"I'll check the next train" Bob replied not wanting the time with her alone to end.

They both got out.

"That's ok" Sammi said.

"If it's twenty minutes or so you'd be better off sitting in the warmth of the car than on a drafty platform" he said hoping the train would be that long as he walked round the front of the car and stood facing her. They both heard the approaching train at the same time.

"Bugger it" Bob muttered.

"What?"

"I was hoping it would be longer so oh never mind."

"Now, now Mister Roberts" Sammi jokingly admonished him.

"I know" he smiled back. "Just the ramblings of an old man."

"Not so old" she said softly as she stood on tip toe, kissed him on the cheek and said.

"Must run the train's here."

*

The Build Up

They had chatted easily at the pub with neither mentioning Sunday until they were walking home when he said.

"I don't have any pasta Sammi."

"Sorry?" She replied, but then recalled that on Sunday he'd asked her if she fancied some pasta and a fuck. Laughing she said. "I get you."

"So?"

"I never eat pasta this time of night."

He put his arm round her as she said that. Sammi stayed the night in Jack's bedsit. 

They again fucked three times. Twice before they slept and once the next morning. The sex was ok, not great, a bit rushed, little real foreplay and no oral, but those deficiencies were made by his stamina and recovery powers. The second fuck was less than half hour after the first and both times he was in her shagging her for probably twenty minutes.

She only had five orgasms this time!

What amazed her even more than Jack's sexual attributes was that the second time he fucked her, Bob's face came into her mind as she climaxed. That confused her.

*

After the kiss on his cheek and watching Sammi's arse in the short skirt vanish into the station, Bob felt enormously horny. He knew his wife would be unlikely to put out for him so after returning to the office and clearing up a few things he left for the evening and went to a massage parlour he'd used a few times.

He had a choice of three masseuses and picked Sofi for her slight similarity to Sammi, well blonde hair at least. The receptionist told her that Sofi was Latvian and that she had a thirty six double d, twenty five thirty seven inch figure. When she came into the 'viewing ' room Bob saw she wasn't exaggerating. 

After being shown to a room that was quite nicely appointed including having a bed and not a narrow massage table, she came in. She was wearing a white coat that came to mid thigh with a couple of buttons too many undone so that she flashed most of her tits, which were nicely full and round. The coat ended mid thigh and showed that she was wearing white stockings. She asked if he would like a shower. Returning to the room after the shower with a towel wrapped round him he waited a few minutes for Sofi.

"Lay on your front please" she told him, looking him up and down.

Bob pulled the towel away from him and quite enjoyed standing naked before the attractive girl who he thought was probably in her late twenties. Not huge, but well-endowed, he was pleased when she nodded at his cock, smiled and said. "Big boy."

"Old boy more like it" he replied as he did as she asked.

"Men are never too old" she quipped back. "Oil or powder?"

"Neither, just your soft, sexy fingertips please."

She was good. She took her time, lightly massaging all over his back and shoulders and even his head, which was particularly pleasant. She moved downwards and starting on his legs she stroked and caressed his feet, then his calf muscles and eventually his thighs. He opened his legs a little more as on her soft upward strokes she went ever nearer to his bum and balls. At last after several near misses she let her fingers go all the way and she touched that so sensitive patch between his bum and scrotum. The sensation was gorgeous and Bob grunted and his body jerked. She moved her fingers away and continued the silky massage of his inner thighs until once more they overshot right onto that patch again. This time they didn't move away, but instead pushed on more so that her fingernails scratched softly on his balls. He started to harden so he spread his legs more and drew one knee up so that his erection could grow. Sofi saw what he was doing, but then it was her job to notice such things. Gently squeezing and rubbing his balls and that patch of skin with one hand, she stroked the cheeks of his bum with the other. Moving that one up to his waist she slid it down and then under him a little, just enough for her fingertips to touch the end of his cock. Bob groaned with pleasure and lifted himself up a bit so that she could slide her hand fully under him and grip his cock.

"Oh god yes" he sighed as she softly stroked his full hard on.

"Want to turn over Bob?" Sofi asked.

She was quite enjoying massaging him as he was expressive and sort of joined in. That always made it better for her and coaxed a better performance from her as did older guys who seemed much more appreciative and understanding than younger blokes.

He rolled over and was surprised, but hugely pleased to see that Sofi had undone all the buttons on the coat. Her big boobs looked very natural and were capped by deep pink areola and nipples that looked to be hard. She was wearing a white thong and lacy top, holdup stockings. She looked awesome.

"Mmmm you are a big boy aren't you" she said smiling and taking hold of his cock again.

"You like that do you?" Bob asked as she sat beside him.

"Yes I like big cocks," she replied as he slid his arm round her waist.

"What extras do you want Bob?"

"I want to fuck you" he replied.

"That will be eighty pounds, ok?"

"I'm sure you'll be cheap at twice the price" he laughed as she stood up shrugged the coat off and elegantly and hugely sexily took her thong off. She lay down beside him and he went to kiss, but she moved her face away. Instead she took his hand and covered her breast with it. He squeezed, it was natural. He pinched the nipple and it was hard.

"Suck it Bob, suck my nipple" she said genuinely wanting him to do that.

As Sofi leaned over him dangling her tits on his face she was also slowly masturbating him. He held both her big boobs and caressed them before sucking her nipple into his mouth.

"Oh shit" he suddenly groaned.

"What is it" Sofi asked feeling concerned.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Oh no" she said regretting it as she had been looking forward to him shagging her.

*

Sammi and Bob 'bumped' into each other several times over the next few weeks. That wasn't a coincidence for Bob had checked the computer records that showed when a member checked in and out of the club and he saw that she tended to visit on Saturday mornings and Monday and Wednesday late afternoons. He made sure he was there particularly on the Wednesdays when he gave her lift to the station.

He knew that she was becoming an obsession and that he would have to take care not to make a total fool of himself. That said he felt so strongly that he didn't feel that he could just let it go. There was always that outside chance, that one in a million bet that somehow she would agree. But agree to what? In his mind Bob would have been happy if she just agreed to spend more time with him, maybe the occasional dinner or letting him see her body, ogle it and touch and stroke it. There didn't have to be full sex, he'd had plenty of that over the years and just a few fucks with her didn't seem that essential. Seeing and feeling her young body did though!

Sammi didn't work out that he planned their 'bumping' into each other, why would she? After all he worked there so why wouldn't he be there? It didn't bother or even intrigue her much, but the lifts to the station did. They were alone then, completely alone and usually in the dark. They would sit outside the station until they heard the train coming and then both would get out, she'd kiss him on the cheek, then run into the station.

They talked a lot in the car. About her parents break up, him and Phillipa, Jane and a few other mutual acquaintances. They chatted about his job and her studying at acting school, she didn't mention her part time work of glamour photographic modelling. He told about his pending retirement and how he had no idea how he was going to fill his time.

"Why don't you and Philipa travel more, go and see Jane and travel round America."

"It's not that easy."

"It is, just book the tickets and go."

"Phil has lots of other interests, golf, tennis, some ladies clubs that sort of thing."

"I'm sure she'd be pleased if toym whisked her off her feet."

No she wouldn't Sammi, things aren't too good between us."

He didn't expand on that and Sammi didn't want to pry so they left it with her assuming his marriage wasn't too good.

Sammi was surprised how easy it was to chat to a man some thirty six years older than her. But then she shouldn't have been really for with many of her clients there was a similar age gap. They, though, paid for her to undress as they took photos of her, Bob was just a friend. 'Fuck I have a friend who's nearly sixty' she mused to herself knowing ddep down that he wasn't really a friend, more a suitor.

Bob was as amazed as he was pleased and excited at the time he spent with her. As it happens so was Sofi, for each Wednesday after dropping Sammi at the station he went to see her and most Wednesdays he fucked her. Sometimes, though, she sucked him to conclusion, now not using a rubber, but understandably not letting him cum in her mouth; it was almost as good for Bob though to do it onto her full tits. She also now let him kiss her and that was also nearly as good as a fuck. He often wondered what it was he was after with Sofi, for it certainly wasn't just the sex; affection, intimacy, just being with woman maybe?

He also knew that he was contriving to meet Sammi and give her a lift to the station. On the one hand that made him feel rather foolish and he often thought 'no fool like an old fool.' On the other hand it excited him. Just seeing her did that and being with her when they occasionally chatted in the gym and always when she was in his car did it even more. Not only was he contriving to give her the lift, even cancelling meetings so he was there early Wednesday evenings, but whenever she was in the gym he found reasons to wander through and take surreptitious peeps at her gorgeous bottom and small pert tits swaying and bouncing on the running machine or the cross trainer. Even her friendliness was attractive and exciting and he was beginning to feel she was becoming a little flirty, or was he kidding himself? 'Was she feeling something?' He continually asked himself, torn between the absolute fascination he had for her and the natural reservations of a man of his age about a girl of hers. He wanted to make a move, try it on, ask her to go out with him, well more to the point to go to bed with him. He desperately wanted to fuck her as he fucked the masseuse each Wednesday making out the body under his or the one bent over as he took her doggy style from behind was Sammi. But his concern at being rejected or, worse laughed at by the girl who he sometimes thought may have no idea of his traumas, were stronger. Not only would the embarrassment he would feel if she told him to fuck off and not be a dirty old man be terrible, the concern that she would tell his daughter who in turn would pass it onto Phillipa, was just too much to contemplate. So he did nothing, well nothing overt, but it didn't stop him thinking and wishing and using the masseuse whore as a surrogate Sammi.

Sammi and Jack were now constant lovers. Each Wednesday and most Sundays they would fuck. Yes fuck not make love for with neither of them was there any pretence; they were fuckbuddies, no more and no less. And it was good. Jack was still rather poor at foreplay and didn't seem to have any interest in oral, but boy could he fuck. He was sometimes as hard as rock for a couple of hours fucking Sammi to orgasm two or three times before he came. And even after that he was ready again very quickly and during a late Wednesday evening and night or a Sunday afternoon and evening he would usually fuck her three or four times.

Sammi had never 'been serviced' like this. She'd had a few longer-term boy friends and a couple of them had similar, but not as powerful recovery powers as Jack. She had never regularly been fucked six or seven time a week and, although she was often a little sore, she was enjoying it, although she was disappointed at Jack's lack of subtlety and his seeming aversion to oral for she loved both giving and receiving that. But whenever she tried he managed to change it so they did something else.

Despite her having absolutely no reason for feeling frustrated she sometimes did. Not for wanting more sex, that may well have been impossible, but for wanting different sex. A gentler, relaxed and languid sex that might include soft massages, maybe candles, bathing together and revelling in the joy of having a man's head between her spreaded thighs. And she was happily more than prepared to return the pleasure by having a man's cock buried deep in her mouth. In some ways worryingly to her, but in others very arousing for her when she imagined holding a dick and wrapping her lips round it, it was Bob's body that was on the end of the cock and not Jack's.

She was totally confused with herself and her attitude. Sexually more satisfied than she had ever been in sexually active life, with a young virile lover, she had persistent thoughts of being naked and having sex of some form or other with a man older than her father.

*

"Bloody rain, why not sit in here until the train arrives?" Bob said a couple of weeks later.

"Good idea and don't you get out and get wet" Sammi replied.

"And what, miss my kiss?"

"I am capable of kissing in a car" She smiled.

That meant they could talk more and he loved it. She even let a couple of trains go without getting out saying. "It's early." Then she would peck him on the cheek and get out his eyes taking in every wiggle and wobble of her pert bum as she ran the few yards into the station.

This also became a habit. Leaving earlier than she used to they sat in the car sometimes letting three or four trains go by. Tonight was no exception. He had taken to parking just past the station in a side road. That was darker than the main road and didn't have double yellow lines.

They had let several trains go by when they heard the rumble of another.

"Ah well I'd better go" she said turning and looking at Bob. He also turned and leaned across the centre console stretching his left arm along the back of seat, his hand falling onto her right shoulder. She was wearing a long sleeved, vee necked top and a sleeveless cashmere sweater. Sammi also leaned forward. They faces were close and he was about to brush his lips against her cheek when something came over him. The combination of the feel of the luxuriant material and Sammi's closeness was too much of a heady cocktail for the older man to handle. Burying his hand in her golden locks he pulled her face towards him and kissed her full on the lips.

Sammi's first reaction was to pull back and she did a little, but did not completely break the kiss. His lips felt good on hers and his tongue rubbing against her upper lip sent shivers through her. It was Bob that broke it.

"I'm sorry Sammi" he said as her head slumped against his chest.

"It's ok" she whispered.

"Really?" He asked surprised and very pleased.

"Yes, but I had better go, there's another train."

Sammi had to get away from him. She was worried about the kiss, both that he had done it, but more that she liked it. As the tube train went through Essex and into the East End of London, she acknowledged that she had been hoping he would take the initiative and she had to leave for she was not sure that she would be able to resist him going further with her.




Experience, or 3 Fucks an Hour?



During the next week when she again had sex with Jack several times and Bob visited Sofi twice, they hardly spoke, not even in his Jag on the way to the station the following Wednesday. They were both apprehensive and edgy when Bob pulled up in the dark road next to the station.

*

The Seduction

Both had thought long and hard about the kiss. What did it mean? Was it the start of something? Did they want more and if so what? Or were they both just being silly? Such things didn't happen between a couple with such an age difference, did they? Why not? What was different, they were still just a man and a woman and from seeing Bob in the pool, Sammi knew that other than his face he could be any age. 'The old paper bag over the face job' she smiled.

"I have to apologise Sammi" he said when he had cut the engine.

"I told you it's ok."

Bob thought for a moment.

"What does that mean Sam?"

"It means I didn't mind."

"Didn't or don't?"

"What? I don't understand."

"Did you like it?" Bob asked turning towards her as she did turned towards him.

Sammi was a girl who went with her instincts. She believed that you could analyse everything until the cows came home, but in the end you should go with your intuition and instincts, your gut feel if you want. And that's what she did.

Reaching out and placing her fingertips on his cheek she moved her face very close to Bob's and looking deep into his eyes she whispered. "Kiss me Mister Roberts."

It was absolutely fucking magic to his ears. It was just what he had hoped for ever since he'd met her again.

Without further hesitation his arms went round her body and his lips went round her mouth. He pulled her as closely to him as the configuration of the car allowed and he kissed her. Deep, long, loving, lip squirmingly and tongue plungingly passionately they kissed and kissed.

He was a good kisser. He knew that. He knew he always had been good, but then over the forty odd years of his sexually active life he had had plenty of practice. And Sammi quickly realised just how good he was. She had never in her short sexually active life been kissed quite so expertly and excitedly. He used his lips and tongue so much more skilfully than Jack and he did things to her lips that no other guy had done. He licked all the way round them before easing first her upper then her lower lip into his mouth and gently sucking that. She kissed him back with a passion she didn't know was there, but realised it was the sheer response to being kissed the way he was kissing her that was causing that passion.

Bob so badly wanted to slip his hand between their bodies and find her breasts, but he was concerned that would alarm her so he confined his hand activity to running them and down her back. His heart pounded faster and his cock hardened even more when he found no trace of a bra strap. Sammi was wearing the very short, denim micro skirt and thick, dark blue leggings that she'd worn when she went to Bob's office. On top she was wearing a simple white tee shirt, with a grey, hip length cardigan the hem of which he had noticed came down past the hem of the skirt. In a slightly grungy way, which she more than compensated for with her dazzling blonde hair, she looked ravishing. Bob's heart had pounded when they had walked to his car for she looked so sexy, it had almost dropped into his boots though when he realised she also looked so young. He couldn't help thinking of the thirty six year age difference and that depressed him.

At last they broke the kiss and her blonde head fell against his chest. Bob stroked her hair and heard her whisper.

"Yes."

He didn't get what she meant and momentarily he wondered if he had asked or intimated that he wanted to make love to her. That was wishful thinking he quickly found out."

"Yes to what Sammi?" He asked stroking her hair and the skin on back of her neck.

"To your question did I like it?"

"I meant the other night."

"Yes I know" she replied looking into his eyes, smiling and whispering. "I liked it then and liked it even more now."

"Good, for I thought it was sensational" Bob muttered just before they kissed again.

They kissed for some time as Bob tried to pluck up the courage to go further, but failed. Sammi was wondering all the time if he would do more and she contemplated taking his hand and putting it on her boob. She didn't, though. Partly because she felt that would make her seem to him to be too forward, but also because they were in a fairly public place parked almost under street light.

"I'm pleased you liked it too Bob, you kiss very well."

"Thanks, age you see has some advantages, you've had plenty of practice." He smiled.

"Well perhaps we should go somewhere a little more private and you can teach me" she smiled back making Bob feel wonderful. 

'Shit maybe I'll get to fuck her' he thought his mind thinking of a secluded spot. On the other hand he wasn't so sure. Of course he wanted to screw her, but then again he didn't. He screwed Sofi, he fucked Sofi and he shagged Sofi. He didn't want that with Sammi. No he wanted to make love to this young blonde, blue eyed girl and fucking her on the back seat of his car didn't come into that category at all.

"What about the pub?"

"I can go later or not go, no big deal."

As he drove into the nearby forest he felt elated. He had no idea how far they would go, whether this would be a one off or the start of something and quite frankly he didn't give a jot. His mind was buzzing with fact that he had 'pulled' her even if just for an hour snogging in his car, he had done it, he a sixty year old grandfather was going to be intimate with a twenty four year old ravishing bird.

"Are you sure about this Sammi?" He rather unwisely asked her for he was giving her a way out. She almost took that and nearly said that she had changed her mind, but she hadn't, well not quite. She replied quite honestly.

"No Bob I am not sure, I am far from sure."

"Do you want to go back to the station?" He asked as he pulled into a car park cut into the forest and drove to the furthest corner from the road. He left the lights on and the engine running as he turned and looked at her. As always his heart started to beat faster when he looked at her, but now given where they were, what they had done and what might be on the agenda it was racing and he seriously wondered whether this young lady might give him a heart attack, but thought to himself smiling 'What a way to go!'

Sammi was very torn, but also excited. The mere thought of any form of intimacy with a man of his age had never entered her head. When she'd had conversations with other girls about women who went with older men some had said things like:

"I couldn't bear an old guy to touch me."

"His skin will be thin and horrible to feel."

"What if he couldn't get it up?"

Others though, particularly those who'd been with older guys talked about their patience, skill, understanding and sexual expertise. One had even said. "Never mind the quantity, go for the quality.'

On top of her curiosity she also really liked Bob. He was friendly, intelligent and witty. He treated her with respect and consideration and seemed to really fancy her, something that appeals to her as it does to most people. She was sure that she would have little or no hesitation going out with him and probably to bed with him if he was more her age.

She looked into his eyes and smiling said. "I didn't fancy darts and beer tonight."

Bob cut the engine and turned the lights off. He leaned across the centre console and they kissed again. After ten minutes or so of exciting kissing for both of them they broke and he again cradled her head to his chest stroking her hair, neck and back. Sammi felt comfortable, wanted and very warm.

"You know Sammi, it must be thirty years, longer than you have been alive since I did this."

"What snogged in a car or kissed a girl?"

"You know what I mean, snogged in a car."

"And do you know Bob it must be at least three months since I did it."

They both laughed.

"Have you got a boy friend?"

"Sort of, but we don't date."

"What do you do then?" He asked stroking Sammi's arm.

"Well amongst the things I shouldn't tell you about we meet with our mates at the pub on Wednesdays and Sundays and play darts."

"That all?"

"Well we live in the same apartment block, he's upstairs that's how I met him."

"How long you been er, not dating then."

She smiled. "Oh six weeks or so I guess, yes about the same time I met you" she replied running her hand up his chest outside his crisp white business shirt. Bob liked that, it felt good.

"So apart from him amazing you by his darts prowess what else do you do?"

Without thinking or realising the effect it might have on Bob, she almost instantly replied in the way she might to her girl mates at college. "We fuck quite a lot." 

Although Bob was aware that younger people were far more open than his generation her reply surprised him. It also thrilled him, but he didn't know how to react or what to say.

"Sorry, perhaps I shouldn't have said that."

"That's fine, is it good?" Bob replied, quite pleased that she had taken the conversation onto a sexual topic.

"What the sex?"

"Yes, or the darts?" He said flashing the smile at Sammi that she found so appealing.

"I prefer the former, I'm no good at hitting the doubles. It's not bad."

"Why don't you date?"

"Why should we?"

"True, if you are both getting out of the relationship what you want, that's fine."

"We are, it's purely sexual" Sammi surprised him by saying as she slid her fingers slightly inside his shirt. As usual Bob had removed his tie and jacket when they got into the car.

He'd never been with anyone so frank and outright on such a topic and wasn't sure how to progress the conversation. He would have loved to say. "Like another purely sexual one?" but refrained from doing so.

"So he's not your car snogger then" Bob asked running his hand right down her slim back almost onto her bum.

"No that was a guy I went out with for a while, he was married and his car was the only place we could be alone."

"What about your place in Bethnal Green."

"I didn't have it then."

"So was that purely sexual too?"

"No I really liked him and I think he did me, but it was hopeless" she replied liking the feel of his hands roaming over her body, carefully it seemed avoiding going near her breasts or legs.

"So you broke up?"

"Yes" Sammi replied as Bob lifted her chin and they kissed again. As they broke, she slightly took the bull by the horns. "This bloody console and gear stick" she said as they looked at each other.

"Well in my days we always snogged on the back seat" Bob smiled.

Laughing back Sammi replied. "God, I thought you'd never ask."

As Bob transferred from the front to the back he got the chance to adjust his erection that had got caught up in his shirt tail and boxers. It was a full on hard on and that made him wonder if he would be making use of it, but rather doubted that full sex was on the agenda.

They'd been kissing for some time. Sammi was pushed back into the corner of the leather seat with Bob half lying on top and half beside her. He was more on the seat than her and felt scrunched up and uncomfortable making him think 'I'm too old for this sort of thing.' Then he felt her hand inside his shirt on his chest. Her touch was like an electric shock and suddenly he felt comfortable and young again. Her leggings covered legs were stretched out before her, the ludicrously short skirt had ridden almost up to her crotch and she had pushed her shoes off so her feet were bare. Looking down he wished that she wasn't wearing the fashionable thick leggings for they stopped him seeing her panties, which would have been on view without the fucking tights. 

Sammi's entire body was tingling with anticipation and pleasure as she felt his hand slide down her back round her waist and come to rest on her left hip. They were kissing deeply and Bob could no longer resist the temptation. He felt more confident once she had hinted about the back seat her arms had gone round his neck. He slid his fingers slightly under the hem of the long sleeved tee shirt and the tips of them found her bare flesh just above the waist of her tiny skirt. It was so smooth and soft and felt incredible. He gently rubbed her there in an enquiring gesture.

His touch on her bare skin was like a shock to Sammi although she had been anticipating it ever since they had got in the back. As most girls sometimes do, Sammi realised this was another watershed in their relationship. Just like the first kiss last week, the repeat outside the station, her suggesting they go somewhere and her then intimating that they should get in the back were watersheds, each one of which they had successfully negotiated. But this was a more significant one, this was more overt, more intimate, erotic and sexual. This was the first real stage of them having sex. This was Bob asking if he could feel her tits. And that as everyone knows is the prelude to feeling everything else. And if Sammi was really honest with herself, that was exactly what she wanted right at that moment.

She knew she could mumble no or take his hand and push it away. She knew equally well that if she did that he would go along with it and do as she asked. She also knew that she could also take his hand and place it on her breast, but that was too overt. So she put the ball back in Bob's court by doing nothing, but simply lay there kissing him with one arm round his neck the other between them her fingers slightly inside his shirt on his bare chest; a subliminal invitation, maybe.

Bob was tense with hope and anticipation. He badly wanted to feel Sammi's boobs, but then he badly wanted to feel any part of her. But was she up for it, was their relationship strong enough he wondered suddenly realising that his fingers were slightly further up inside her top? Still though, he acknowledged she wasn't stopping him or pushing his hand away. There was no resistance to him touching her bare flesh several inches now above her waist. Incredibly really at that miniscule point in time, there was nothing more important to either of them than how far Bob's hand and fingers went up Sammi's top.

Bob stopped kissing her and lifted his head up. He looked at her and Sammi turned and lifted her head so their eyes met. Deep down they both knew what was going to happen for they both knew what they wanted to happen and they both knew what was inevitable. Bob's hand slid slowly up her chest until it was just inches from her breast. He stopped with his eyes boring onto hers, asking the question, enquiring, essentially saying 'may I touch your tits?'

This was new territory for the blonde. In her 'normal' early twenties world, boys didn't ask, they didn't consider the girl's feelings, they took rather than shared. But she liked Bob's approach, she liked being asked, she liked it being mutual, she liked her wishes being respected. So she gave him his answer by almost doing nothing. By not resisting, by not objecting and by not moving, Sammi accepted Bob's invitation. By simply laying there she in effect gave him her permission, her agreement, her authority to touch her tits. He recognised that and his heart started to pound. Although momentarily thinking 'Shit I'm only going to feel her up' it was still one of the most sexually charged and erotically exciting moments he could recall. 

And then with no further delay and their gazes locked, Bob slid his hand up Sammi's body and closed his fingers round her breast, squeezing and squashing the small orb. It was incredible for both of them and exactly what they each needed and wanted, but of course they didn't and couldn't say that to each other.

The first time that a potential lover touches a woman's breast is always very special. And this was no exception. Even though Sammi had been aware that it was going to happen, that she was expecting it and that she wanted it, the feel of Bob's hand on her left breast send a surge of desire and want through her. It also made her body jerk. She kissed him harder as if saying 'Yes. That's ok, it's what I want."

Bob squeezed her beautifully pert breast and pinched her rubbery nipple at the same time. It felt amazing. Ok Sofi had bigger tits, but he paid to play with those, the one in his hand was being given freely to him by a young, gorgeous girl who was almost young enough to be his granddaughter. 

"Oh Sammi" he breathed.

"Shush don't say anything" she whispered back putting her fingers to his lips. He opened his mouth and took her middle finger between his lips. He sucked it gently as he continued caressing her tit.

They were like that for some time. Most of the buttons on Bob's white cotton shirt were undone and Sammi's other hand was softly stroking his chest. Her finger had now been drawn into Bob's mouth, 'just like a cock in mine' she couldn't help thinking, but then that is the idea of finger sucking. Their mouths were squirming against each other and his hand was up her top, stroking, squeezing, pinching and caressing both her breasts and nipples.

"Sammi they feel wonderful" he sighed as he felt her hand slip away from his chest.

It felt wonderful to her too. The pleasure, the arousal, the excitement and everything that was going on made her want more. It made her feel adventurous and bold. It diminished her inhibitions and she was ready to go further. In the back of her mind she had accepted that if he wanted to she would let him fuck her. It was safe enough for any car would have to drive right across the car park and they would see the lights and would have time to adjust their clothing. 

"Just a sec Bob" she said right into his ear as he felt her hands moving and going between them making him wonder just what she was doing. Then amazingly, incredibly and so outrageously sexily that if it had been possible he would have hardened even more Sammi slowly pulled the tee shirt up until she bared her breasts. She went on in a near croak. "And what do they look like Bob?"

Bob had never had such a thing done for him before and it made him feel stupendous. He simply gazed at the two medium sized breasts capped with the small coral pink nipples that he could just about see in the dim light. He ran his fingertips slowly over each one across each nipple into the wide cleavage and up the slope of each boob and muttered almost in a trance.

"They are so beautiful Sammi, they are wonderful. You have gorgeous breasts."

He moved his head forward and licked the hardened tip of each of her nipples. That made her grunt with pleasure and let out a deep sigh.

"Suck them Bob" she groaned as suddenly there was light everywhere.

"What the hell" Bob said sitting up."

"Fuck" Sammi said pulling her top down to cover her tits as they heard a voice saying.

"This is the forest rangers here, please get out of the car."

They looked at each other. "Bloody hell, we're in the shit." Bob muttered. "I'm sorry Sammi, come on we'd better get out" he said as they sat there bathed in light from the powerful torches from both sides.

Sammi smiled at him. "Don't say sorry it was my idea we go somewhere quiet. It'll be ok, don't worry."

There were two average sized men dressed a bit like, well as you might expect forest rangers to look, whatever the hell they are.

"Thank you sir and madam" one of them said as Bob and Sammi stood bashfully before the pair of them. "We would like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind. I have to tell you that you do not have to answer them, ok"

"Look what do I call you ranger?" Bob started.

"Yes that'll be fine."

"What is the problem, we haven't done anything wrong, have we?"




Experience, or 3 Fucks an Hour?



"Well technically probably not, but that sort of behaviour in a public place may be illegal."

"What do you mean that sort of behaviour?" He said rather fiercely.

"Look sir, my partner and I saw exactly what was going on in there."

"What you were spying on us?"

"No not at all when we see a car with no lights parked in the dark it's our job to investigate."

"So why were you looking in on us?"

"Because we need to establish if there is anyone in the car."

"Ok so once you had done that, why keep looking?"

"Because" the other ranger chimed in. "We could not avoid seeing what you were doing." 

Both of them looked from Bob to Sammi and back again. Bob was sure that they were thinking 'what on earth is a young stunner like her doing with an old fart like him?'. He was partially correct.

That got Bob's temper up a little. "And what the hell has that got to do with you?"

He was getting worried the way the conversation was going for the last thing he needed was the police knocking on his door for a statement. "I'm sorry for speaking so sharply" he said.

"That's ok sir, but we do have some more questions."

"Sure that's fine."

"Would you tell us what relationship there is between the two of you?"

"Why on earth do you want to know that, isn't it obvious?" He asked squeezing Sammi's hand reassuringly.

"Actually no it isn't obvious, I'm sorry."

Sammi noticed Bob's difficulty.

"May I speak please?" She said beaming a smile at the two rangers.

"Of course."

"Bob is my boy friend, that's all, is that a crime?"

"Is what a crime?" one asked."

"Having an older boy friend?"

"No of course not, but where the crime may have existed and please forgive me miss, was that there have been numerous incidents of prostitutes using the forest."

Sammi almost giggled. "Oh I see."

"Well I can assure that Sammi is not a prostitute" Bob said rather pompously.

"No I am sure you are correct, but we would like a note of both of your names and addresses for the file."

"Is that really necessary?" Bob asked.

"Well unless we get that we have to pass your car license number to the police who then obtains your name and address and then we would write to you."

"Oh."

"I've got nothing whatsoever to fear" Sammi said rummaging in her bag and finding her drivers licence. "Here's my address."

Bob gave them his as well.

"I assume that ends this sorry tale does it?" He asked.

"Yes sir it does, but I would advise you to be careful where you and your, er girl friend park and well you know."

Feeling totally crestfallen and really a little guilty, Sammi and Bob got back in the car and watched as the rangers walked into the forest.

"Jesus Christ, that was a mess, I am so sorry Sammi."

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "No need to be, we came here because we both wanted to didn't we? Equal blame."

Bob felt such warmth and gratitude and thanks to Sammi that he held her face in both hands and kissed fully on the mouth. "God you are so wonderful Sammi" he sighed.

"Mmmm I seem to recall you saying pretty much the same thing about something else when we were so rudely interrupted" she said pushing her upper body towards him.

He kissed her harder and cupped her breast. "What can we do?" He asked.

"Well there's always Bethnal Green assuming we can't go to your house.

"Mmmm that would be wonderful, but I can't this evening, we have visitors."

Bob dropped Sammi at the station and she went to the pub. She slept with Jack, but all through their sex she was thinking of the way that Bob had kissed her and wished that Jack could do it like that. She missed the gentleness and patience, the skill and the technique. Both times he fucked her she imagined it was Bob doing it, but each time she had to feign her orgasm. 

She got up around two and went to her flat. Her mind was pretty much made up that she and Jack would have to end soon.

Directly Sammi got out of the car, Bob had phoned Philipa and told her he was running late. He got a real earful.

"Why the hell didn't you call earlier, I could have slowed the dinner down."

He nearly replied with 'Because I was in the back of my car with my twenty four year old lover,' but wisely refrained. 

Despite the row and the lateness Bob stopped at the massage parlour. He was feeling so horny after what he and Sammi had done in the car that he needed more than a quick hand job by himself. 

He had to wait a while for Sofi to finish with another customer. When she eventually came into his room he was feeling edgy. He was worried about how late he was going to be and how he would respond to Philipa's inevitable interrogation after their guests left later this evening.

"Hi Bob" she said walking over and kissing him on the lips as she did each time he visited her. He kissed her back imagining he was still with Sammi. "Lay down baby" she said pulling the towel away from him. He went to the bed watching her as she undid the coat, took that off and unclipped her bra freeing her great breasts. 

"On your back first tonight I think" Sofi said laying beside him. "Want me to massage you or what?" She asked kissing him full on the lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth and grabbing his cock that was semi-hard. 

"Let's just play" Bob said cupping her full breast and bringing it to his mouth. He had never had a nipple of two different women in his mouth in the same day before, he was thinking as he sucked hard on her big, hard bud.

Sofi was worried for as he they kissed and he sucked on her tit, his cock wasn't hardening as it usually did. "You ok?" She asked.

"Just a little tired I guess" Bob replied as she slithered her head and shoulders down his body. As she saw his cock she realised he had lost his erection completely. She tried. God how she tried, but it was to no avail. In fact the more she tried the softer it seemed to go.

"It's no fucking good" He groaned after ten minutes or so.

That was a salutary lesson for him. A couple of times in the past with Philipa he'd had brewer's droop, but this was the first time he hadn't been able to get it up when sober.

The Sex

"Philipa is going to Portugal on Sunday to play golf" Bob told her when he called on his mobile phone the next day.

"Really?"

"Yes and I wondered if er, um, perhaps, well maybe" he stumbled.

Sammi's pulse had started to race when he'd said about his wife going away. She giggled down the phone. "Wondered what? If I would like to go with her?"

"No silly come here for dinner" he blurted out.

"Ooooo is that what I think it might be Bob?"

"What?"

"Never mind. What time?"

"Well she flies at seven in the evening so just in case anything goes wrong with the flight, which has been known with Ryanair, how about seven or so?"

"That'll be fine. Where do you live?"

"Oh don't worry I'll pick you up somewhere."

"Ok how about at Grange Hill station, I'll come down from Bethnal Green."

Although she probably could get out of it the crowd had arranged a darts competition for Sunday lunchtime so her plan was to play in that, pop home and change and then get the tube back to Essex.

"You mean it?" Jack asked as they walked away from the pub.

"Yes Jack we just aren't going anywhere are we?" Sammi replied as they went through the main door of the block where he had a bedsit and she had an apartment.

"But why split up? We have good sex don't we? Be truthful."

"Yes luv we do, but oh you know."

Sammi had told Jack that she wanted them to split after they left the pub and were walking down Bethnal Green Road.

"How about a goodbye fuck then?"

As it happened they didn't have a goodbye fuck, they had two in quick succession. One, standing up just inside his front door when he pulled Sammi's skirt up and her thong to one side and she wrapped her legs round him. It was good, but fast and uncaring and she didn't cum. The second was with Sammi on all fours on the floor with Jack fucking her from behind doggy style. That was also good but lacked finesse and the technique she imagined and hoped Bob would have. It was only as he made her cum on the second fuck that Sammi remembered she was seeing Bob that evening.

"I'm at Stratford" Sammi said to Bob as the tube came out of the tunnel at just before six thirty.

"Where's the train going?"

"Hainult."

"Ok I'll pick you up there."

"Hi" she said opening the passenger door of the Jag and climbing in.

"Hi Sam, you look fabulous" Bob replied kissing her on the cheek.

That made her feel good. In fact seeing Bob made her feel good, she hadn't seen him since the ranger's situation. She wasn't quite sure why, but she felt comfortable and secure with him. She felt relaxed, yet aroused. More than anything she was expectant of what was to come. She anticipated having sex with him as being something very special.

"Thank you kind sir" she replied turning her face. They kissed on the lips. Their tongues duelled.

"Let's go" Bob said.

"You are sure about taking me to your home aren't you?"

"Yes Sammi I am."

It was as grand a house as Sam's mums although not in quite such a desirable location, but that didn't matter. He drove straight into the garage and they went into the house. They were in each others arms almost immediately they were in the house. Deep kisses, tongues plunging, bodies squirming and hands roaming set the agenda for the evening. 

Bob had assumed they would have dinner first, but that didn't happen. Good food and nice wine might be important, but the call of the flesh was even stronger. He was as worked up and aroused as he could ever remember being, but even in that state he knew full well he would only be able to cum once in the evening.

He had pushed Sammi against a wall and squashed his body against her flattening her little tits and pushing his partial erection into her soft, flat stomach. They were kissing as passionately as they had ever done and their hands were roaming uninhibitedly over the others body. It was as if them being alone with the prospect of sex before them had unleashed an enormous surge of desire and want. It was like a dam bursting. There was no longer a need to be conservative, discreet or reserved. They both knew why they were there and what was going to happen.

Bob slid his hand between them, cupped her breast and squeezed it through the scooped neck, short sleeved black top she was wearing under the long, grey cardigan she had worn on Wednesday. He pushed the long cardigan off her shoulders and they let it drop to the floor. Sliding his other hand behind her and slipping it down her back he gripped her deliciously pert bum through the thin denim of her tight, white jeans. In turn Sammi fumbled the buttons undone on Bob's long sleeved blue cotton Ralph Lauren shirt that he was wearing with beige chinos. Without thinking she pulled the tail out from his trousers. 

Having his chest bared while Sammi was fully covered felt unusually and surprisingly erotic to Bob. Moving slightly away from her and reluctantly taking his hands from her body he looked right into her eyes and shrugged the shirt off. He had no worries about exposing his body to her for he was slim, fairly muscular and very fit.

"Mmmm nice" Sammi murmured running her fingertips across his fairly, but not excessively hairy chest.

"Okay ma'am" he smiled as he closed the small gap between and went to take her in his arms again. Sammi stopped him by putting her hand against his chest.

"Just a mo" she said softly holding his gaze. Bob watched with utter fascination and desire as she took the hem of the black top in her arms and in one movement pulled it, over her head and off.

"Oh my lord" he gasped seeing clearly the beauty and eroticism of the young blonde's breasts for the first time. "Sammi they are so gorgeous" he groaned taking her in his arms and kissing her again. The feel of her breasts against his chest was sensational for both of them and the almost animal like passion that had temporarily abated returned with full force.

Bob squeezed and pinched, squashed and cupped her tits and nipples. He grabbed and squeezed the cheeks of her bum, singly and both at the same time. He pushed them together, lifted them and pulled them apart visualising doing that to her again when she was naked as shortly she was sure to be.

As he had aged he'd become more of a bum man. Not that Philipa noticed or did anything to help him enjoy his fascination. Not only did they rarely make love, but she never let him near her back door. He had tried earlier in their marriage to finger her there and lick and kiss her between the full cheeks of her ample bum, but she refused him saying it was dirty. There had never been the remotest likelihood that she would let him fuck her arse so he never tried. Instead he had found a hooker on the net who offered 'anal fun' and with her he was able to indulge his backside desires to the full. 

"Come on" Bob said taking Sammi's hand and pulling her towards the stairs.

"Pray sir" she smiled. "Where are you taking me?"

"To my lair" he replied looking at her and loving the way her tits jiggled as they walked across the large hallway. He let her go ahead of him as they climbed the stairs and revelled in the swaying undulations of the cheeks of her bum. Looking over her shoulder and seeing his face just inches from her bum she said.

"And what do you do in your lair, if I may be so bold to ask."

"Usually nothing like what I am hoping to do now" he said thickly, quite confusing Sammi.

"I don't understand" she said as they reached the landing and Bob pulled her to him and kissed her.

"I want to make love to you Sammi."

"In your lair?"

"Yes, well in my bedroom" he replied opening the door and showing Sammi into a massive bedroom with a king sized bed.

"You mean yours and Philipa's bedroom?" Sammi asked looking round the beautifully appointed room and feeling a strange sensation when she thought to herself 'He's going to fuck me in his marital bed.'

"Yes, although we often sleep separately."

"Is that wise?" Sammi asked slipping her arm round his waist.

"Yes Sammi I want to make love to you in my marital bed," he replied feeling a similar surge of something at the prospect of having this beautiful young blonde writhing on the bed as he made love to her. 

They kissed again. It was gentle and relaxed now the certainty and the location of their lovemaking had been established.

"Take me to bed then," she whispered in his ear noting that the bed cover had been turned down in expectation of this moment.

They walked over to the bed and stood beside it. Sammi looked enquiringly at Bob for she was unsure what he wanted. She wasn't sure whether she should lay on the bed with her jeans still on, whether he wanted to undress her or whether she should do it herself.

"Lay down as you are Sammi" Bob said anticipating her dilemma. She did as he suggested. She looked fabulous and so desirable lying in the centre of the bed, her blonde hair falling onto Philipa's pillow her small breasts bare and her nipples as hard as acorns.

She watched fascinated as Bob undid his belt, pushed his zip down and slid out of his chinos. He stood beside the bed in his white M and S boxers the tightish cotton outlining the shape of his erection that reared well up his flat stomach. She looked up at him as he slid his fingers inside the waist and then paused. She felt it was as if he was asking her permission to proceed. Without further thought, she smiled and gave a slight nod of her head.

Bob had always been somewhat of an exhibitionist and, though, he hadn't planned this display, he was exciting himself even more by slowly exposing his body to his young, soon to be lover. It was also exciting Sammi who had never seen anything like it. She was amazed at his sexual confidence and the assured manner in which he was showing himself to her, especially when he slowly slid his boxers down and revealed his swollen, uncircumcised cock to her. That literally made her gasp. Not at its size for he wasn't massive, although in both length and girth he was probably lager than the average she had been fucked with, it was the way he was exhibiting it to her that made her do that. His 'striptease' had fully aroused her and now she could hardly wait to hold and stroke it and then be fucked by it.

"You look lovely" she blurted out saying precisely what came into her mind.

"Thank you Sammi" Bob replied pleased and relieved at her compliment. He went to the bed and lay beside her. He took her in his arms and kissed her. He pressed his erection against her and squirmed his bare chest against her breasts. He cupped and squeezed her boobs and again gripped the cheeks of her bum. He did nothing to undress her, but focused more on using his body to stimulate and pleasure her. This also was something totally alien to the sex she'd had previously. 'By now' she thought to herself 'with the other guys I've been with I would have been naked and fucked.' It was a new experience for her. An act she had never thought about; she had never had a man use his naked body against her partially clothed one as part of their sex play.

Sammi was now immensely aroused, she was sexually so wired that she would probably have done anything he asked. She reached for his cock, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"Not yet, plenty of time for that later" he whispered slipping the tip of his tongue into her ear. That sent yet another thrill through the young woman.

He eased her onto her back supported his head with his hand and simply stared at her for some time.

"You really are so beautiful" he said almost to himself as he trailed his fingertips through her hair, down her forehead, over her nose and onto her lips. He ran them round her mouth and slightly inside her lips that she parted. He rubbed her brilliantly white teeth and her gums then trailed them down her chin and onto her upper chest. He stopped her feeling him by pressing his knee against her wrist and trapping it against her hip. Gently, caressingly he slipped his fingertips into the wide cleavage between her breasts.

"Yes, oh god yes" Sammi whimpered, badly needing the slight relief that having her breasts caressed would provide. She wanted them to be squeezed, she wanted her nipples to be pinched and she wanted him to lick, kiss and suck all over her tits. 

But Bob had other plans. Instead of his fingers stopping and moving sideways onto the swells of her breasts they kept moving downwards. They came out of the valley between Sammi's boobs and traversed the flat plain of her stomach. Still he just stared into her eyes and stopped her touching him. He held her gaze as she felt his fingers slide just inside the waistband of her jeans. He ran them slowly from one hip to the other and back again edging them slightly further inside her jeans with each movement. It was excruciatingly exciting for her, but she wanted more.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly slowly he eased his fingers further inside her jeans. They found the very slight swell of her tummy and the top of her panties. They stopped for a while and then again incredibly slowly she felt them inside her white, lacy thong. They went further. They found her landing strip of tawny pubic hair and they seemed to stroke that before sliding just that short distance to land right beside her clit. He pressed her there and rotated his finger slowly. It was as if the top of her head was being torn off. Her eyes closed, her mouth fell open and she gripped the bed tightly with her fingers.

"Oh my god, oh fuck, oh yes" she groaned as Bob still stared at her. 

He slowly rubbed her right alongside, but not on her clit. That sent her over the top.

"Oh Bob, oh yes" she moaned. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" Sammi muttered, arching her back so that she lifted her bum off the bed. 




Experience, or 3 Fucks an Hour?



"Yes baby yes" he whispered sliding his arm under her back, cuddling her to him, holding her tight and smothering her blonde head with little kisses as he comforted her through her orgasm. 

It was strong. It was a strong and long orgasm, probably one of the most sensational climaxes she'd experienced she was thinking as she lay cuddled up to Bob. He made soft noises, he gave her loads of little kisses as he comforted her, tenderly looking after her during that sensitive time after a woman has cum.

As he held her he felt slight tremors go through even though she'd had the orgasm some minutes ago. She felt marvellous in his arms, her boobs touching his chest, her hair in his face his bare legs against the denim of her jeans.

"Wow Bob" she eventually regained enough composure to mutter.

"Good?"

"It was sensational" she sighed as she felt his hand slide out of her jeans.

"Can I get you anything?" Bob asked.

Pecking him on the lips Sammi smiled. "Well you could get more of that."

"Patience young lady. Would you like a drink or anything?"

"I'd love a cup of tea."

"Would you like it served in bed?"

"No let's go downstairs."

Sammi was surprised that Bob simply got up, grabbed her hand and walked downstairs with her not bothering with a dressing gown or even wrapping a towel round him. She was even more surprised to see that he was totally flaccid and wondered whether he had cum on the bed. She had never been with a man who was so self-assured with his nudity, particularly when not clearly sexually aroused. He led her to the big kitchen looking out over a massive garden and made the tea. She sat on a stool at a breakfast bar her panties damp and her breasts bare as Bob poured the tea.

They talked normally. About the gym, the new 'I'm a celebrity' show, films and TV almost as if nothing untoward was going on between them. This was also a new experience to Sammi. She couldn't remember breaking off from sex to do something so normal as have a cup of tea; she did wonder, however, whether they would be able to rekindle the same heavily charged atmosphere again. As Bob put the mugs into the dishwasher she couldn't also help wondering whether he would regain his strong erection. 

She also couldn't help wondering at the way their relationship was developing, despite the age gap. Together like this away from other people, 'particularly fucking forest rangers she was thinking' the gap didn't seem to matter a jot. Around others it did though, for she was conscious that people may be thinking she's either desperate and has to go with 'old men' or it's her sugar daddy or even her real dad. Also the age, so far at least, had not inhibited her sexual enjoyment. It had been significantly different to anything else she had so far experience. To still be half dressed well over half an hour into a session was new ground to her, particularly as Bob was completely naked. To have cum so strongly purely from his fingers was also different as was breaking off and having a cup of tea. Most of the young guys she'd been with would get an erection and hardly lose it even when they fucked several time, Bob's had gone completely and that left her wondering.

"Ready for bed again?" He asked.

"Thought you would never ask" Sammi smiled taking his proffered hand.

"Turn over Sammi" Bob said after they had laid down again, him still soft and naked her still in her jeans.

She turned onto her front, put her arms under her forehead and rested her head on them. She closed her eyes. Bob looked at her slim, lightly tanned back with the patch of freckles across her shoulders, her narrow waist, her small boobs poking out from her sides where they were flattened them against the bed and her white denim covered legs. Most of all he looked at her bum. It was like a ripe peach. The jeans were very tight and clung to her, accentuating the symmetrical roundness of the twin orbs that merged together to form one mass of delicious roundness. He could hardly wait to see that naked and to indulge himself with its soft mounds and musky crease. But he would wait, he would leave that pleasure as something to anticipate. Patience, Bob thought, was an essential attribute for great lovemaking, particularly as one aged and the three or more performances in an evening were things of the past.

He lifted Sammi's hair away from the back of her neck. He kissed that. She shivered with pleasure for her neck and head were highly erogenous zones for her.

"Mmmm" she mewed showing her enjoyment and appreciation. 

Quickly realising how much she liked it, Bob continued to kiss and lick her neck as he slowly slid his fingers down her spine. She was so soft and smooth and lithe; her flesh felt gorgeous under his fingertips. He reached her waist and ran his fingers from her spine round to one hip then all the way round to the other. Softly, gently and caressingly he massaged her waist slipping his fingers slightly inside her jeans again.

"Nice?" he asked huskily."

"Mmmm lovely" Sammi muttered reaching down and placing her hand on Bob's bare leg just above his knee. Her touch felt wonderful and this time he didn't restrict her. She was pleased for she wanted to feel him, she felt that she needed to, in fact her body was demanding that she did. She moved her hand upwards. Bob guessed that she wanted his cock, that she wanted to feel it and hold it and he wanted that too, but he knew she would be disappointed. And she was for as she closed her fingers round it, she realised he was only semi-hard. She had never experienced that before.

"This ok?" Sammi asked stroking Bob's cock and rubbing his balls.

"Yes it is and don't worry it takes time now and then."

Bob knelt beside the young blonde and rubbed both of her cheeks at the same time. He squeezed them, kneaded them and pinched them. He ran his fingertips over them in decreasing circles and he pushed them together and pulled them apart.

"Has anyone told you young lady," he muttered "that you have a gorgeous arse."

"Mmmmm, yes it has been mentioned a couple of times" she replied loving the attention it was receiving.

Bob moved behind Sammi straddling her legs just above her knees. That meant that she was unable to reach his cock, but instead was forced to focus completely on what he was doing to her. That was Bob's intent.

With the lightest of fingertip touches, he started to massage her shoulders. Sammi loved it. It wasn't a massage, of course for it was far too soft and sensual for that, but that was exactly what he felt was apt for the occasion. Bob let his fingers roam all over her back and down the sides to slip along the flattened flesh of both of her breasts all the time moving downwards back to what had become a magnet for him – the blonde's great arse. 

Leaning forward sliding both hands into Sammi's armpits he trailed each of them down a little way until they enquiringly pressing against her breasts. He smiled and felt a surge of excitement as she lifted her body up allowing both of his hands to slip under her body and cup her pert breasts. They both enjoyed the moment; Sammi grunted and Bob started to harden again. He squeezed and caressed them and found her nipples that he pinched and pulled quite hard.

"Oh, oh" Sammi whimpered simply loving what he was doing.

Bob moved his hands back to her bum and squeezed and kneaded that for a while experimenting with how far Sammi might go by pressing quite hard right where the denim was covering her crease. She didn't demure or move or do anything that said to Bob that she wouldn't play. That made him feel good and continued increasing his hardness.

He slid both hands round onto her hips, under her body and onto her soft stomach. He pressed and squeezed her there as he moved upwards back onto her waist. He found the brass button on the waist band and fumbled it undone. Using the softness of the bed to get his hand completely under her, he eased the zip down a little, not all the way for that wasn't necessary. He brought his hands back to her waist and held the waist band. He pulled it. It moved downwards onto the swell of her bum. The back of her white thong came into view as slowly Bob exposed those gorgeous round orbs of such sexual delight. He stroked them and Sammi sighed for it felt lovely. He wiggled the waist of Sammi's jeans over her cheeks and just a little way down her legs, just enough to expose her bum.

"Mmmmmm yes Sammi a really, truly gorgeous arse" he muttered trailing his fingernails all over it and down onto her upper legs and up onto her waist. He used his fingernails to lightly scratch it. He repeated all the movements he'd made when it was covered with her jeans. Without them, the sensations for both of them were magnified enormously.

Sammi was squirming with pleasure as surge after surge of sheer sexual excitement flowed from his fingers, over her bum, round her body into her breasts and down to her clit. 

Bob leaned forward, slid a hand under her chest and cupped her breast. He had learned years ago that the stimulation of two or three erogenous zones at the same time more than doubles or trebles the excitement and pleasure for the other party; it provides synergy. As he cupped the flesh of her pert breast and pinched and pulled the nipple so she gained more than twice the delight. But when he added the third erogenous stimulation by running his fingertips from the base of her spine, through the crease between her cheeks, across her anal opening and onto the wet gusset covering her lips the pleasure simply multiplied so many times. He ran his fingertips back and forth along that wonderful valley, pausing and pressing enquiringly each time they passed her entrance.

Sammi didn't know what to do. She wasn't sure how to react. Nothing quite like this had happened to her before and she was well outside her area of familiarity. That was, for want of a better phrase, far more 'wham bang, thank you ma'am' albeit often several whams and bangs, but nevertheless severely lacking in the subtlety and sophisticated patience with which Bob was making love to her. She didn't know whether to moan with excitement, squirm with delight or push her bum back against the pleasure giving hand. What she did know for absolute certainty was that she wanted more of whatever Bob was prepared to give her.

'Oh fuck' she groaned to herself when she felt him rolling her thong down, the gusset slipping out from between her cheeks exposing that delicious crease and revealing the puckered entrance to her taboo place; 'or is it' she thought to herself?

Again Bob only pulled it away sufficiently for him to do what he needed to do next so, although he bared the surface inside her crease the main part of the gusset still stuck with her wetness to the lips of her pussy. He rolled the waistband down so it went round her legs just beneath where they become a bum. Taking hold of Sammi's legs just above her knees he eased them open further. That caused the crease between her cheeks to open further, which in turn provided him with the room he needed.

'God what is he doing?"' Sammi asked herself feeling slightly apprehensive, but enormously aroused.

Bob stared intently into the gorgeous blonde's bum crease. It wasn't a thing of beauty, after all how can a dark ring of puckered skin round a small hole be that? Men don't lust after it because of its appearance as they do, for instance a pair of tits. No it was something else; the taboo nature, the mystery, the curiosity, the beautiful shape of what surrounds it, the feel of that passage round their finger or the desire to fuck it, that was the appeal.

He ran his fingertips through the crease again and once more paused right on the hole. He pushed and Sammi grunted. Again though she did nothing to object. Bob bent his head, he kissed each cheek of her bum and then the base of her spine. He licked that and then slid his tongue slowly downwards across the narrow patch off skin separating her spine from the start of her crease. Then into the crease. It was no distance from the start of her crack to his destination and within seconds Bo['s tongues was pressing against Sammi's arsehole.

This was another first for Sammi. But then it would be a first for many women. After all bum licking is not that popular a pastime, well not yet. Popular it may not yet be, but it was amazingly stimulating for Sammi. She could feel that Bob was holding her cheeks apart and that the tip of his tongue was probing at her hole. It was opening it up a little and slithering slightly inside that tight passage. And that felt fantastic.

"Oh Bob" she whined, feeling fully aroused and almost delirious with the need for sexual gratification and satisfaction.

"You ok with this?" Bob asked, his erection now gaining full strength.

Sami grunted. "Yes."

She was amazed. Both at Bob who, although she fancied him, she had thought might be rather unadventurous and at herself. That she was laying face down her on his bed, naked above the waist and now with her jeans and panties pulled down round her thighs was crazy enough. But that this probably sixty year old man was now starting to lick her bumhole and push the tip of his tongue in her and that she was allowing him to do that was simply beyond belief. Beyond the belief she had before she met Bob, but now very much within it, for he was doing it and she was loving it. She wanted more. But she felt restricted. The jeans and panties round her thighs were restraining, she didn't like that and now he had bared her why keep them on she was thinking? He's seen everything so why should I be wearing anything? He isn't. On top of that Sammi had this adventurous, sort of slight exhibitionist streak in her. And that was telling her to reveal all to him, to expose everything she had to her mature lover, for that is what he now was. It was telling her to flaunt her body at him and she wanted to do that. She reached behind and tried to push the jeans and thing further down, but she couldn't. At first Bob had thought she was trying to stop him, but he quickly realised what she wanted to do.

"Hold on Sam" he muttered taking hold of the material. He moved away a little, closed her legs and slowly eased her clothes off until she was naked. She looked fantastic and he went to turn her over and ogle her front view, but he didn't, that could wait. "Ok now?"

"Mmmm that's a better, I felt odd like that."

"You looked fantastic though."

"What with my jeans and panties round my thighs?"

"Yes it was enormously wanton, you looked like my slut."

At first that annoyed Sammi a little, but when he added. "My adorable, sexy slut lover," she realised it was an adult type of dirty talk. It appealed to her.

"And is that what you want me for Mister Roberts your slut lover?"

"Yes Miss Cannock it most certainly is, will you be that?" He asked rather roughly grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs apart.

"Yes" she grunted realising that now he would be able to see her blood engorged lips between the top of her legs as well as the hole he had just been tonguing. That excited her more as did Bob asking.

"Well tell me what you'll be Sammi" he asked kneeling between her legs, just by her knees.

"I'll be your slut lover Bob" she replied as she felt his hands slip under her hips and start to pull her.

"And what do you want me to do now Sammi?"

"Oh Bob" she groaned as he lifted her hips up from the bed until her stomach was ten inches or so above it, with her face buried in the bedclothes. He wrapped his arms round the outside of both legs and his hands slid between her legs from the front. He wiggled forward so his face was close to her gorgeous arse.

"Tell me Sammi, tell Bob what you want him to do?" He asked as he licked each cheek and pressed his fingers against her pussy.

"I don't know" she answered honestly.

She didn't know for a number of reasons. She wasn't quite sure why he was asking, how broadly he meant the question and how detailed he wanted her to be. Also she didn't know for sure what she wanted for she wanted anything and everything this amazing older guy could give her. And as she lay on his bed, her face pressed into the high quality bedclothes that she suddenly realised would have to be washed before Philipa's return, with her bum in the air, her legs wide open and his arms round her legs so his fingers could reach her clit and pussy as he stared at her anal passage, she suspected that what he could and would give her would be very special indeed.

With such a sight just in front of his eyes and the prospect of him tonguing the young woman again, Bob's mind went off dirty talk. 'Why talk it when you can do it' he thought to himself pressing the tip of his tongue against Sammi's hole.

"Jesus, oh fuck" she groaned gripping the bedclothes tightly and pushing her body back against him as a strong surge of arousal shot from her arse and throughout her body. Bob licked and probed with his tongue on Sammi's bum hole and then at the same time brought his fingers on both hands into play. He found her clit and rubbed that with one finger making her almost purr with pleasure. He slid the fingers on the other hand around her slimily wet and engorged lips letting two slip inside her.

Sammi would not have believed that such sexual stimulus was possible. Nothing she had experienced so far had come anywhere near to what this 'maestro' as she suddenly thought of him, 'a maestro playing me like a violin,' she momentarily thought as the sensations from her clit, lips, the inside of her cunt and her arse all combined. She knew she was grunting and moaning, sighing deeply and groaning, maybe nearly screaming, but she couldn't help it so intense was the pleasure he was giving her.

But Bob wanted more. He wasn't quite sure what just yet for he had no idea how far his young, blonde lover would go, but he suspected quite some way. One thing he didn't want just yet, he thought as he forced his tongue into Sammi's glorious tight hole wondering whether it had ever been penetrated by finger or cock, is to her fuck her. He knew that if he did his desire would disappear and his ability to recover might well be hours.

Still fingering and licking her he sat down for he had an idea. At first he had his legs to the side. Slowly he turned them, laid back against the pile of useless cushions his daft wife left on the bed and slid his legs inside and through Sammi's. At the same time he pulled on her legs moving her body up his so that the back of her legs pressed against his armpits.

Sammi didn't work out what was happening when Bob first moved for she wasn't thinking very straight. But then, when a girl is having her clit rubbed very expertly, she has two, three or maybe even four fingers up her cunt and her lover has got his tongue up her arse, how can she be expected to think clearly! As Bob slid Sammi backwards up his body her bum still higher than her face they formed the almost classic sixty nine position. Two essential requirements of that are that the man can get to the girl's bum and pussy and that the girl can get to the man's cock. Suddenly, as she moved further up Bob's body Sammi felt something brush against her face. She opened her eyes and gasped at the sight of his full and straining erection.

"Oh yes" she moaned grabbing the cock with both hands. 

From Sammi's perspective the desire and excitement created in her mind and body by Bob now seemed to focus on just one thing; his cock. As she grabbed it so near to her face it seemed to her to be the most marvellous appendage in the world. Sam, like most women, can generally take it or leave it as far as a cock is concerned, well at least in picture form. But when a woman is as aroused as Sammi was and she has her lover's cock in her hands right before her eyes it becomes an object of awesome power and immense beauty. The way she grabbed it and slobbered her mouth and tongue over was as if she had been so cock starved for such a long time, not like a woman who has cum several times in the last hour and has twice been fucked by another man earlier in the day.