Here, take my robe to get back to your room, no-one will be suspicious, but they would be if you were in last night's dress," he advised, "and take my spare room key so you can drop your bags off when you want. I'll be back around midday; I've got a few people to see."
Belinda reached up and kissed him, donned the dressing gown, opened the door and peered through the small gap. The corridor was deserted, so she stepped across to her room and quietly entered it.
As she showered and changed into some comfortable clothes and braced for the morning ahead, her thoughts were occupied by the activities of the previous evening. Here she was, mid fifties in a loveless marriage, back to working full time to support her husband who had decided to retire early despite not being in a sound financial position. As she dried her hair, she appraised herself in the mirror. She was still fit, carried her 34-24-34 figure well although she was considered to be short at 158 cm tall. She kept her straw blonde hair shoulder length accentuating her oval face that still contained a few freckles giving her a youthful appearance.
Her fantasy had always been to fuck a stranger and now she had found one and her dream had come to fruition. He had treated her well, respected her and didn't judge. She had had a vague idea of whom she would partner in her fantasy dalliance and Tony fitted the scope well. Late fifties or maybe early sixties, salt and pepper hair and in reasonable shape. It was his mustache that clinched it. Belinda had always wondered what it would feel like brushing against her body, especially the sensitive erogenous zones.
She shook her head back to reality, knowing she needed to make haste to get to the conference on time. She dressed quickly, applied a light amount of makeup, grabbed her bag and departed.
The sessions passed quickly, she networked during the morning tea break but the tea break to lunch session dragged. Belinda skipped the luncheon but managed to locate some valued friends to say goodbye. She was nervous as she walked back to her accommodation, or was it anticipation, or maybe a combination of both she was experiencing. She collected her bag from her room, used Tony's spare key to access his room. She left her suitcase, made her way downstairs, signed out of the hotel and slipped back upstairs.
Belinda occupied her time reading some of the material distributed at the conference but she couldn't concentrate as the fullness in her pelvis distracted her continually. It had been the same all morning, that persistent tingling which would normally have resulted in her taking care of "business" herself. But here she was in Tony's room, waiting for his return and it didn't seem appropriate that she take care of her libido when she was sure he would deliver that release for her.
She entered the small bathroom deciding that she needed some water. The subliminal effect of running water triggered her need to empty her bladder. She slipped off her jeans and panties and sat on the cool plastic toilet seat, concentrating on relaxing. She gulped down the cool fluid fluid whilst waiting and suddenly spied her pair of ripped panties hanging on the towel rail. The memory of that lustful event sent her love canal into action, moistening immediately as she recalled the arousing tearing sound as they were ripped from her. She picked up the garment and was surprised to see that the seams had been perfectly repaired using a hemming mattress stitch. It crossed her mind that every time she put these panties on, memories would flood back.
Her fingers automatically moved to her groin, finding her pussy lips already wet, she slipped her fingers between them stroking her clitoris. Her bladder began to void a hot stream of urine. Her thoughts wandered to the golden shower she had given Tony the previous evening, arousing her even further. Her urine soaked fingers dipped into her canal and she began to masturbate, keeping her mind on the image of his cock pounding her as she peed on him. The effort of her orgasm caused her to groan maintaining the sound until her orgasm waned. She rested her head back in an habitual manner to regain her breath. It was then she saw Tony, shoulder leaning on the door jam, arms folded wearing a big smile.
"I hoped I'd get to see you masturbate," he said, "You are just an awesome woman."
Recovering from the initial shock, she initially blushed in embarrassment at being caught fiddling with herself but as she realised her beau thought it was erotic, her libido took over her emotions.
"What did you have planned?" Belinda asked.
"Well I thought that we could have a snack and take it from there", Tony informed her holding up a plastic shopping bag. He turned and walked back into the bedroom. Belinda stood, reaching down to pull up the garment around her ankles as Tony spoke over his shoulder.
"I wouldn't bother putting them on because we're just going to take them off and I'd hate to tear anything more," he said.
