Sarah dozed peacefully. The sounds of her husband Ralph getting up, dressing and leaving for work with a perfunctory peck on her cheek couldn't disturb her thoughts. Her brain was turning over the various emotions the last two days had generated in her, feelings she hadn't experienced before. A delightful frisson went through her body as she recalled her mystery lover. How on earth could she have done that? Her, an experienced, refined woman who prided herself on her authoritative good taste and decorum. How could she have let an unknown stranger enter her, penetrate her, take her whole body the way he had?
She felt a little ashamed but recovered quickly as she admitted to herself that it was the best sex she had ever had. Sarah had not had many sexual experiences in her life, she had a sheltered teenage and in college spent more time studying than getting involved with the male students. Her friends teased her over this, they would come home after parties or dates and regale her with tales of how this guy or that had played with their tits or fingered them to orgasm inside their panties or even in some cases fucked them on the back seat of cars. Sarah had not done it in her younger years but after these stories she found herself feeling unusually horny and she developed a technique for getting herself off with the handle of her hair brush while she rubbed her clitoris. Near the end of her final year of college, at a friend's party, she succumbed to the overtures of a male student she had often seen in the library and thought was rather sweet.
Over glasses of wine in the empty hall he told her how attractive she was and how so many guys thought she was so classy and unattainable but how much they all wanted to fuck her. Sarah was slightly shocked at his language but was so very turned on at the prospect of losing her virginity that she allowed him to lead her to an empty bedroom where he locked the door, lay her on the bed fully clothed, pulled her panties to one side and roughly entered her. He came in such a short time Sarah had no time to adjust to the pain in her pussy. He grinned at her, wiped his cock in his t shirt and left her spread-eagled on the bed. This experience did nothing to encourage more thoughts of sex for Sarah and although she continued to masturbate occasionally, usually at a specific time of the month, her expectations of men were low. Her courtship with Ralph was an exception mainly because it involved very little sex other than the occasional fumbled experience in his car. But life with him was good and they married.
Sarah's friends had all told her how wonderful sex would be when there was a cock there for the taking but things hadn't turned out quite like that. She thought sadly of the disappointing times her husband Ralph had failed to satisfy her. She usually had to initiate their love making and even then invariably she would have to satisfy herself after Ralph had fallen asleep. But after last night's sexual extravaganza she finally realised how deeply satisfying the best sex could be, how the experience had eaten into her consciousness, and how it had made her want more. So much more in fact that she had come out of her shell and behaved what occasionally seemed to her such a depraved way with Simon. She has surprised herself with how hungry she had been for more cock and how sexually open she had been with him. She felt a new chapter had opened in her life.
But now there was another possible adventure to experience. As Sarah luxuriated in her morning bath she mused over what she should wear to meet this mysterious Mr Carrington. Dressing for lunch at the Ritz would need something tasteful obviously, but in her heightened state of sexual emotions, she felt a thrilling desire to be a little naughty. She chose a floral summer dress that came just below the knee. That's demure enough she thought. But she chose it because the neck line was low and she sifted through her bra drawer to find the black lacy push-up little number that would show off her cleavage beautifully, with a hint of the black lace trimming just visible if she bent forward. Black lace panties to match and she was ready to confront the mystery lunch appointment.
She dialled Simon on the internal house phone. Despite yesterday's wonderful sex with Simon, Sarah's tone was deliberately clipped and professional. They were boss and employer again. Simon's mind was clearly still located somewhere between his legs and her pussy when he answered.
"Yes Saraa...sorry...Yes Mrs Newton, what can I do for you today?"
A thought flashed through Sarah's mind at the memory of Simon's magnificent cock but in a nano-second she composed herself.
"I'd like a lift to the Ritz please Simon, leaving in an hour. Then I need you to be on call ready to bring me home."
"Of course..."
Simon paused before continuing.
"...Mrs...Newton!"
Did I detect a mixture of disappointment, of teasing me, Sarah thought as Simon lingered over her formal name. She felt a tingle between her legs and her nipples stiffened at the thought of Simon's cock which she had enjoyed yesterday along with his lips, his fingers and his tongue...and more of his cock... Enough! She banished the thoughts from her mind but she was pleased to see that the lacy bra and the light summer dress were thin enough to reveal the profile of her erect nipples.
In a strange silence, Simon drove into town, expertly weaving in and out of the traffic along Piccadilly, turning down St James' Street and into the discreet entrance to the Ritz. Sarah thanked Simon perfunctorily but with a smile and a lingering look as she gently rested her hand on his thigh, giving it a playful squeeze before she slid elegantly out of the car, legs together lest the doorman saw too much of her thighs or even, heaven forbid, her panties!
"Good afternoon madam" the doorman doffed his top hat and bowed slightly,
"Welcome to the Ritz!"
Sarah smiled graciously as she ascended the steps and made her way to the dining room. The Maître d' also bowed and raised his eyebrows inquisitively.
"I'm meeting someone called Carrington" Sara offered.
"This way ma'am, your companion is already here."
He led her to a table in the corner of the sumptuously elegant but half full dining room. Her mysterious Mr Carrington rose to greet her. He was tall, Sarah guessed about 6 feet, slim and well proportioned. He's athletic, Sarah thought to herself, pondering what his body was like under the well-cut light grey suit. His dark hair was neatly trimmed, and the slightly military air was underlined by his tie, was it a regimental one or a public school tie Sarah wondered.
"Mrs Newton! How good of you to come!"
"How could I resist such a mysterious invitation, especially here."
Sarah smiled as he motioned her to her seat, both chairs Sarah noticed were angled such that their backs were to the corner of the room, they could see everything that went on and nobody could appear or do anything behind them. Sarah thought this a little odd and wondered where she had heard of that ploy before.
"I've taken the liberty of ordering a bottle of Chablis, but would you like the seafood platter to share?"
"That would be lovely, and how did you know I liked Chablis?"
"Mrs Newton...may I call you Sarah?...you will see that we know quite a lot about you!"
Sarah was taken aback by the "we". What could he mean?
"You will be wondering what all this is about Mrs N...Sarah"
"I was rather puzzled, especially as your invitation came after the strangest evening..."
