This is the thirty-fourth episode of my unreliable memoirs recounting sexual encounters in the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones.
This episode has been written from Lesley's perspective as it recounts a visit to New York by her and Daniel.
I hope you enjoy it.
M4bloke
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New York (from Lesley's perspective)
I wouldn't say I had a thing for older men, but I definitely had a thing for interesting ones and it seemed to me that men often got more interesting the older they became. Younger men were better looking and certainly made more athletic lovers, and that's not to say I didn't appreciate those qualities. But they could lack the experience of their more mature counterparts.
That didn't explain Steven of course. He was the exception that proved the rule I guess. Despite the fact that he was three years younger than me, I knew from the moment I met him that, at some basic biological level, he was the one for me. Of course, it helped that Steven came in attractive package and that he was an intelligent, kind and caring person. But he also had a rough edge to him and an air of danger that I found irresistible.
Daniel, on the other hand was probably more 'my type'. Older, confident, more worldly-wise and, how can I put it... rich. You could tell Daniel was successful just by looking at him. He oozed presence and I wasn't alone in finding that an attractive quality. Kate said it was the thing she liked the most about him, but in truth, I think his money helped too.
I'd never expected to fall for Daniel as deeply as I had. Fortunately, Steven understood. He knew I belonged to him no matter what and, so long as I wasn't stupid, he was happy to let me have my fun with Daniel. In any case, Steven and Kate also shared something special and just as I craved maturity and experience from time to time, Kate craved youth and virility.
Daniel fell pretty deeply for me too. Ok, so what man in their late forties wasn't going to be flattered by the attention of an attractive twenty five year old (if I say so myself) but it was more than that. Daniel already had Kate, who was far more beautiful than I was. What I think he liked about me was that I didn't always let him get his own way.
When it came to spoiling me, Daniel couldn't help himself and this was how we came to be sitting in the forward cabin of Concorde as it propelled itself towards New York. When the digital display in the cabin hit Mach 2 at fifty five thousand feet a few people clapped and I squeezed Daniel's hand, careful to ensure that nobody saw. If anybody asked, we were travelling on behalf of Daniel's charity.
"Thank you for bringing me," I whispered. "I'm so looking forward to seeing New York."
"It's a pleasure," Daniel told me. "I'm looking forward to spending some time with you."
"You'll be fed up of me by the time we come back," I told him.
"I don't think so."
To be perfectly honest, Concorde was a little cramped and a lot noisy but somehow you felt privileged to be there. The service on board the plane was out of this world and the champagne was very good. Daniel had to finish off some paperwork he'd brought from the office and so I let him get on with it while I soaked up the atmosphere. I couldn't help thinking about Steven though and where he'd be now.
Steven had set off for Annecy early that morning. He'd been vague about how they were going to recover Michael's Bentley and I knew not to push him too hard on the details. I was worried about him but I knew he wouldn't want me to be. I'd learned from his mum what it took to be married to a Carter man, so I took a leaf out of her book and put my faith in my husband's total invincibility, then got on with life.
Daniel had his seat tray down and was leafing through a large folder filled with papers. I reached underneath the tray and, resting my hand on the crotch of his suit trousers, felt for his cock.
"Those papers look very interesting," I said with mock enthusiasm.
"Actually, they're the contracts for the Obermann company," he tried to say in a calm, measured voice.
"You mean the contracts my husband won for you?" I said cheekily.
"Yes," Daniel chuckled. "For which he will be richly rewarded."
"And what about his wife? Does she get rewarded too? He couldn't have done it without her you know."
"What did she have in mind?"
"Perhaps a little something from Tiffany's."
"How little?"
"Not particularly little," I giggled, continuing to massage what was now a burgeoning erection. "Why don't you put those files away?"
"I think I might have to leave them out for the time-being."
I kept teasing Daniel for the remainder of the flight and continued in the taxi to the hotel. Payback came almost the moment the bellboy had left the room however. I'd worn my best skirt suit to travel in but I'd made sure to wear stockings and suspenders underneath. When we were alone, Daniel took his jacket off and I did likewise.
"Undo your blouse," he said walking over to me.
"What if I don't want to?" I told him cheekily.
Standing in front of me, Daniel took hold of my blouse and ripped it open. There was a sound of material tearing as buttons popped off and fell on the floor between us.
"You're going to pay for that," I told him.
"Perhaps," he said, pulling my skirt up around my waist, "Now get on the bed."
I pulled my panties down and lay back on the bed while he slipped out of his trousers. Then, without any foreplay he spread my legs and mounted me. I felt his manhood disappearing into me, filling me up.
"I've been thinking about how you were going to fuck me all day," I told him as he began to pump me. "I wanted you nice and hard for me when we got to the hotel."
Daniel liked me to talk to him like that and, unlike Steven, he liked to talk back.
"You're a little cock tease aren't you?" he told me.
"I am, but it's your cock I want."
"Good," he grunted. "Because now you're going to give me what I want."
"Be gentle with me," I said coyly.
"I'll fuck you any way I want," came the reply.
After about three hours of being teased it didn't take Daniel long to empty his load in me. Kate and I used to joke about the fact that he sounded like a rutting moose when he came and although he knew he was doing it, he seemed powerless to do anything about it. At least you were in no doubt as to whether he'd orgasmed or not.
Afterwards we lay together side by side and he held my hand. His cum began to seep out of me and it felt calming. We changed from animals to lovers and Daniel's tender, caring side came out.
"I'm sorry about your blouse. I'll buy you a new one, I promise," he said, caressing my nipples in a way that he knew soothed me.
