Following my last story when, following the hen party, Lorraine left me her address and I called around with very satisfying results.
She has an absolutely luxurious house in one of the richest areas of Hampstead in London. Her husband was away on business and Lorraine was of an age where she was bored with what she called doing sex by numbers on a Saturday night.
She wanted more than that she said she wanted some real sparkle in her life and that is why she let her hair down big time and succumbed at the hen party.
Promising to be prudent I responded to her mobile phone call and turned up on the ball at 10am of a Monday.
Opening the door she welcomed me with open arms and almost at once I was feeling the wonderful consequence of her so deep and hot French kiss. I was instantly aroused, I closed the door behind me with my heel remembering she wanted prudence and there she was almost eating me with those hot kisses, her hands clawing away at my hind with door wide open.
"Supposing the postman or somebody would have seen us?" I said gasping for air when finally she released me, looking down at my obvious fresh and bulging breakfast box.
"He's been!" she laughed, "the postman I mean and there is no one else around this time of the morning -but thanks for reminding me about being prudent. It is just that I am so besotted by you, Pete - I couldn't't keep my mind off you all weekend, ever since we met. And to be frank I have reached several orgasms and it is your entire fault,
"Now would you like some coffee of something?"
"Yes please and the or something!" I returned with a look that showed her exactly what I had in mind.
"Perhaps this will spirit you" Lorraine teased, sitting on the edge of a leather clad settee, lifting her gorgeous black skirt with a sexy red waistband, just enough to reveal those very tempting thighs with suspender belt and stocking tops complimenting those shapely white thighs, crossing her legs in a way that was very provocative, hearing the sound of her silk stockings sliding against her flesh.
"I think I would like to forego coffee" I said being already sexed up and longing to get into Lorraine's skirt, to taste that sweet pussy wrapped in sensuous red and black laced panties.
She looked at me, smiled beautifully, indicated for me to come to her and then, standing before her, I was treated to the most wonderful touching and caressing over my jeans, as she sighed and seemed to enjoy every touch and squeeze telling me I was beautiful and a dream.
