Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (12) The Librarian

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.

In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles, cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.

Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.

 

When the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road made the transition to the House of Fun Yvonne was Fifty years old.

She was a small dark haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the old business afloat took its toll.

She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.

But after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.

 

Yvonne didn’t participate in any of the sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the months and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness, well not just sometimes.

With the new business doing so well Yvonne no longer suffered sleepless nights through worry, but she had many nights where she was sleep deprived, but that was due to the fact that despite being a widow she was enjoying a very heathy sex life with a local Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed, who would pop into the Hotel most nights and pop into Yvonne while he was there and fill her boots.

In fact for the first time in her life she was being rogered to a toe curling orgasm on a regular basis.

 

As much as she loved her late husband Clive, and missed his company, he was not, she had discovered, very accomplished in bed. 

Whereas Chief Superintendent Martin Reed knew all the right buttons to press.

 

She was an attractive woman and she was pleased with her figure, she had replaced the weight she had lost during that worrying period, and her body reflected her contentment and she was a proper cuddly fun bundle and was still very desirable, and on the occasion of her 52^nd birthday she discovered just how desirable.

Yvonne Makin had adopted one habit since starting the House of Fun which she did on a regular basis, she would walk up and down the corridors in what had become her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers. 

She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thought of a good shag.

She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy and the morning of her 52nd birthday was no exception.

 

While Yvonne was walking the corridors knickerless and sticky lipped, Paul Russell and his sister Polly were just checking in at reception.

He was a first time visitor and something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate.

But just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and booked herself in for a two day special though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.

Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.

But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.

When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.

“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.

“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself

He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.

He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.

His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.

What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.

 

Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy but her legs were absolutely stunning.

She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul.

After the long drive in from Northchapel they decided to get freshened up before they went exploring.

So after having completed their ablutions and changing they met again in the sitting room. 

Polly was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around the nape of her neck as she walked into the room.

She was wearing a knee length floral dress that hugged her figure, and thick black tights on her magnificent legs and low heeled shoes on her big feet.

Whereas Paul plumped for jeans and a short sleeved shirt. 

Paul was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.

He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.

But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.

 

“Right let’s go and have a look around” Polly suggested

“If we must” he retorted

“Oh do try and relax” she said “you might see something you fancy”

“I’m not looking for anything” he retorted

“No you would just hide away with your face buried in a book” she scolded “You have to start living again”

“So you’re going to look for yourself then?” he asked

“Good God no” she exclaimed “That’s not what I need in my life”

“Nor do I” he snapped

“Just keep an open mind hon” she said and kissed his cheek “Please”

“Ok” he replied resignedly

 

His words had resonated with Polly, who had only had two relationships in her life the first was a five year engagement that ended a month before the wedding and a four year marriage that ended in divorce.

She hadn’t gone to Pangmere to search for what was missing in her personal life she was there for Paul, but she did think she should follow her own advice and keep an open mind.  

The problem was that part of the reason her relationships had failed was because of sex, or rather the lack of it, Polly was a little frigid.

She and her husband had even been to counseling, a sex therapist, who suggested sex games, dressing up and role playing, but she just felt silly.

Her problem was that she was timid and unadventurous, the only time she let herself go was when she was drunk, she had never had an orgasm sober, the downside to that was that she rarely drank alcohol.

So Polly had no illusions that the House of Fun had anything to offer her or any fear about looking around she knew that no amount of bawdy titillation was going to turn her on.

 

Paul and Polly left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.

It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.

The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.  

 Paul and Polly left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.

It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.

The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.  

 

The smiling lady was Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.

She was a small dark haired woman in her fifties who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.

 

When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.

There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.

 

“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”

“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”

“Hi” he said

“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”

She asked cheerfully

“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”

“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”

They both shook their heads in response.

“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”

Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow

“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.

“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke

“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”

Polly and Paul smiled and the former said

“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”

“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”

“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”

“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”

 

Polly wander off and glanced back to where Paul and Yvonne were standing in silence.

She paused and watched them and didn’t move on until she saw them starting to talk and then she smiled and moved on.

Although she wouldn’t have been smiling if she had realized he was asking her for directions to the library.

Yvonne had offered to show Paul to the Hotel Library, which Paul was surprised to hear existed. 

“Well we have a library” Yvonne said

“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed

“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”

She said and they laughed again

“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.

“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked

“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”

“That encouraging news” he said

“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”

“Thank you Yvonne”

 

At about the same time that Yvonne left Paul at the library Polly was just sitting down in the voyeur room 3 in which a young man was preparing the scene and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be he stripped off.

“Oh my Lord” Polly said “That’s huge”

The man she was watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, the gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.

Polly didn’t notice his hands, she couldn’t take her eyes off his huge flaccid cock.

After a couple of minutes a young woman, around Polly’s age, entered the room dressed as a schoolgirl.

Callum then bend the girl over his knees pulled her navy blue knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet hairy crack.

As a result Polly found she was stone cold sober but wasn’t feeling frigid in the least.

When the give rose from his lap after her spanking Polly realised the schoolgirl wasn’t the only thing that had risen.

The man’s flaccid cock was no longer flaccid and Poppy was on fire and so she did the only thing she knew to quell it.

 

While Polly was in the hot and horny heaven of the voyeur room, Paul was in heaven of a different kind, he was sitting in a Leather Chesterfield Armchair by an open fire reading “A Tale of Two Cities”

“Life doesn’t get any better than this” he said to himself.

He was there for the best part of an hour and a half when his appreciation of Dickens classic novel was interrupted by gurgling emanating from his stomach which told him it was lunchtime.

He checked his watch to confirm and closed the book and returned it to the shelf and said

“I will return to you later”

 

Paul got back to the suite first and when Polly returned a few minutes later she was bare legged.

“What happened to your tights?” he asked

“What?” she exclaimed

“Your tights, you were wearing tights before” he pointed out

“Oh I laddered them, so I took them off in the ladies” she lied, the truth of the matter was that she ripped the soggy crotch out of them so she could finger her burning hot pussy.

But she couldn’t tell him that, nor could she tell him that she’d seen a man with an enormous cock that looked like a child’s arm holding a tennis ball and she couldn’t even think about it when it was hard because it was making her wet again.

“I’ve got a spare pair” she added “I’ll go and check”

She wasn’t interested in checking on her tights but she desperately needed to put some dry pants on.

Polly and Paul sat in the bar/restaurant for about an hour having lunch and chatting and it was a nice lunch and pleasant company.

It was actually the first time they had spent time together like that for a few years, but Polly’s mind was uncharacteristically wandering to thoughts that she couldn’t possibly share with her brother.

As a result of her fantasizing she had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers.

 

When they returned to the suite she didn’t bother changing her underwear again because she had no confidence that they would remain dry and even less that she would.

Polly was keen to go exploring again that afternoon and she wasn’t wearing tights when she went out.

“So where are you going?” Polly asked

“I’m going to carry on where I left off” Paul replied “what about you?”

“Oh nothing special” she replied “I’m just going to have a mooch around, for a bit, I might have a swim later or a sauna”

“That sounds ok” he said “Well if I don’t see you before I’ll see you at dinner”

“Ok hon, see you later” she said and kissed his cheek

 

Paul was really surprised at how easy it was to get back to his Leather Chesterfield Armchair by the open fire to continue reading “A Tale of Two Cities” and the place was deserted, it was perfect.

There was no third degree about where he was and what he was doing, no poking and prodding and telling him to get on with his life.

He didn’t know why it had been so easy, he didn’t know why and he didn’t really care as long as she left him in peace and never in his wildest dreams would never have guessed what she was focusing her mind on instead of him.

 

At the precise moment Paul was musing over his good fortune, Polly was in another of the voyeur rooms watching a girl dressed as Julie Andrews, or at least dressed as Maria, giving head to a pretty young nun.

It wasn’t really her cup of tea being that she wasn’t a devotee of Sappho but she found it strangely fascinating nonetheless.   

But as her fascination began to wane and she was contemplating moving on something else happened to peak her interest, another party joined the fun. 

It was a strikingly good looking man dressed as a priest and Maria and the nun took turns in sucking his cock, this was a very exciting turn of events but unfortunately she was not alone in the room and therefore couldn’t express herself in the way she had earlier in the day.

So after she had seen him cream pie both girls she got up and left, as did one or two others, but she wasn’t sure they had left for the same reason as she.  

As they came out of the room Polly held the door for those following, a short plump middle-aged lady with red hair, clearly not her own, and a very tall young man. 

“I rather enjoyed that” the former said but to nobody in particular.

Polly did not engage in conversation she was only interested in engaging her finger with her pussy.

Unfortunately the three voyeur rooms she tried next were all occupied so out of frustration she texted her brother.

“I’m going for a swim”

Paul was happily reading his book in the cosy library when he received a text from her sister.

“I’m going for a swim”

“Damn” he muttered, but set his book aside nonetheless and made his way upstairs to get his trunks.

 

Polly had already been upstairs and got her one piece bathing costume, flicked herself off and changed her knickers again and was on her way back down before Paul had even reach their suite.

She went to the office first and borrowed, a towel and some goggles, her eyes were quite sensitive and always went red from irritation of chlorine.

Once she was equipped Polly made her way to the changing rooms which were part of a very modern facility with modern unisex changing cubicles which serviced the swimming pool, saunas, steam rooms and massage suites.

There were two long rows of cubicles’ either side of a central aisle and the two rows were flanked by lockers.

She walked down the aisle and selected a cubicle at the far end of the row and quickly got undressed.

She put her clothes in a locker and headed to the pool just as Paul stepped in to a cubicle himself.

 

Paul caught up with her in the pool and after about half an hour they decided to take a turn in the Jacuzzi.

While they were sat in the bubbling water they chatted about the facilities and Paul eventually admitted that he’d spent most of his time in the library.

“The library?” she exclaimed

“Yes”

“I didn’t bring you here so you could read” she scolded

“But I like to read, it broadens the mind” he said

“You should have seen the things that I’ve seen if you want to broaden your mind” she pointed out and then blushed

“Why? What have you seen?” he asked, suddenly curious

“I’m not telling what I’ve seen” she said as her face went bright red “You need to go and look for yourself”

When she finished talking she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.

They sat in silence for the next 10 minutes until Paul said

“I’m sorry”

“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the library”

They had been joined by a third party the very very tall young man who had been in the same voyeur room as Polly. 

After a few minutes he suddenly asked

“Forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”

“That’s right” she replied

“Mine too” he said “it was a present, to “bring me out of myself””

“Was the gift from a well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin

“No my father in law, well ex father in law”

“Mine was an “I know you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”

“I’m still here” she pointed out

“So are you brother and sister then?” he asked hopefully

“Yes” Polly said and he seemed to receive her answer well.

Introductions followed and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly.

“So what was your gift for?” Polly asked “Are you a divorcee as well?”

“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed

“I’m a widower” he added

“Oh I’m sorry” she said but she was actually happy until the gravity of it sank in.

“That’s ok” he said “it’s been two years, which is why my father-in-law, Jim, thought I should come here so I could “feel alive” again”

“And what do you think of it?” Paul asked

“To be honest I’m like a fish out of water” he replied

“Well at least you didn’t spend the whole day in the library” Polly said

“They have a library?” Geoff exclaimed

“Oh don’t you start” Polly retorted and they all laughed

 

It turned out that Geoff was on his own and was not with the short plump middle-aged lady with the red wig who had also been in the voyeur room.

Paul had noticed a little bit of a spark between his sister and Geoff, and there was a glow about her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.

Of course he didn’t realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging herself like crazy all day.

 

Any way not being privy to Polly’s recent habitual masturbation suggested they have dinner together because he was sure they liked each other.

Paul was correct she did like him in particular the fact that he was actually taller than she was which made her feel really feminine.

They decided to go into Pangmere and eat at the Red Lion, which came highly recommended, rather than eat at the Hotel restaurant and it was only a short walk.

 

It was a very pleasant meal and the three of them got on very well and Paul was certain sure that his sister and Geoff were definitely smitten.

The food and the service was every bit as good as they had been led to believe by Agnes the receptionist, and the hours just flew by.

 

When they got back to the hotel Geoff suggested a nightcap in the bar but Paul declined.

“I think I’ll pass” he said “it’s getting late”

The truth of the matter was that he had been the third wheel for long enough and it was time for his sister and Geoff to get to know each other better.

  

After Paul had excused himself Polly and Geoff had eyes only for each other so they weren’t aware that Paul paused before he went back upstairs and watched them from a safe distance just to make sure he was right about them and when he was happy he’d made his guess he went on his way.

 

They were also blissfully unware of Yvonne Makin coming through the front doors a little the worse for wear, through drink and only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt or that Paul followed her to make sure she didn’t come to any harm.

Yvonne Makin was in a relationship with Chief Superintendent Martin Reed was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape, which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.

She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.

But on that night he was supposed to be taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.

She was thrilled about it because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.

What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it.

 

She spent all afternoon getting ready which started with a sauna and a massage, then she had Giovanna D'Angelo and Antonella Gardelli travel over from Mazzone’s in Mornington to wax her legs and do her hair, nails and make up.

When the girls had worked their magic, they left and she got dressed.

She had a new outfit for her date, every item pristine, every item top of the range, all very expensive, black lace knickers and matching bra, thick 70 denier tights, a designer skirt and a velvet top and Italian leather boots and when she was dressed up to the nines and stood before the mirror without so much as a hair out of place the phone rang, and it was Martin. 

 

She hung up the phone and tried not to let the news she had just heard take the shine off her evening.

Martin had to work later than he planned and he wouldn’t be able to pick her up but he would meet her at the restaurant. 

 

She got one of her lads, Aidan to drive her over and then she sat in the Runcible Spoon alone for over an hour before her phone rang again, it was Martin again.

 

“Bollocks” she muttered as she put the phone back in her bag.

He wasn’t coming and she was not pleased, she had been so very excited all day about going on a proper date and there she was sitting alone looking gorgeous and furthermore she was wearing knickers and everything.

So she took the only course of action she could and got pissed.

After another hour or so the restaurant staff put her in a cab and sent her home.

 

So that was why she returned to the Hotel pissed and why Paul thought she would need looking after.

But Polly and Geoff didn’t know any of that when they were sitting in the hotel bar and wouldn’t have been interested anyway if they did because they only had eyes and thoughts only for each other.

Polly and Geoff sat in the bar from the moment Paul left them and were completely besotted with each other.

When Paul went to help Yvonne they were sat as close to each other as it was possible to get, and they were staring intently into each other’s eyes at the moment Paul picked Yvonne up and carried her up the stairs.

They were actually holding hands by the time Paul was splitting Yvonne’s whiskers for the first time as she was bent over the sofa in their suite.

 

By the time they got to the fourth drink they were the only two customers left and the staff were hinting at the lateness of the hour.

Unfortunately for the staff they were still completely absorbed by each other so continued to drink.

 

They were brought back to the moment by a loud crash, which was the result of a bar maid deliberately dropped a tray of glasses and it was shortly after that when the penny dropped that the bar staff had had enough even if they hadn’t.

The convention is that the staff are obliged to keep the bar open all the while guests are wanting a drink but in reality they had to close at some point and you could still get a drink from the night porter if you wanted a nightcap.

So Geoff said

“Shall we go?”

Polly nodded and he helped her slip her jacket on and then they drained their glasses before they bade the long-suffering bar staff a good night.

 

They reluctantly walked down the hall and were unsure what to do next.

Neither of them wanted the evening to end but were unsure how to prolong it.

Polly not only didn’t want the evening to end she wanted him, she was red hot and ready to fuck.

But she was not confident enough in her sexuality that he felt the same way.

But he did in fact Geoff thought she was gorgeous, tall and slender with nice long legs.

“I don’t know about you but I’m not tired yet” she said

“No nor me” he said

So they were both on the same page however that didn’t solve the problem of what to do but while Polly was trying to think of something he said

“Why don’t we go and explore”

“Great idea” she replied and took hold of his hand

 

They walked around for about half an hour, largely in silence, and only saw two other people and they suddenly emerged from a voyeur room.

“Well that’s one for the wank bank” the first one said

“It’s definitely in mine” said the other one

When they were alone again she asked quietly

“What’s a wank bank?”

“Well” he began “it’s a sexual image you have in your head that you draw on when you’re…..”

“Wanking” she said

“Exactly” he said and then they continued on their way until they saw a sign on a door and they stopped and looked at each other and smiled before they entered the library, which was deserted.

“It’s a very nice library” he said

“I agree, it’s not bad at all” she said then she kissed him

The fact that he had been imagining just that development all evening and because she was dressed entirely in black attire his cock started to throb like a V8 engine so he returned her kiss with interest.

In response to his returning her kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close to him.

Geoff’s hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on the surprising delight of her pert little buttocks then he grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the other one underneath it.

When he had both hands up her skirt he began dragging her tights down, which moved easily off her narrow hips.

Polly pulled her lips away from his at that point and he was fully expecting her to call a halt to proceedings but instead she said.

“Don’t ladder my tights honey, they’re my last pair”

“I think you should be wearing stockings anyway” he replied so she nodded her agreement and her mouth clamped back over his and her tongue continued to energetically explore his mouth while he continued to debag her of her tights and knickers.

The cheeks of her arse were even more delightful when naked so he fondled the exquisite globes but as nice as that was he relinquished one buttocks in order to find her pussy and was soon probing between her thighs and slipped a finger into her crack.

Polly stopped kissing him the second his fingertip touched her crease and resting her forehead on his she moaned coarsely at him.

Lacking any finesse on his part he quickly fingered her creamy cunny until she came loudly in his face then she collapsed to her knees and pulled him down with her.

But as soon as they were face to face they kissed again before he pushed her away.

“Turn around honey” he said

She followed his instructions as he undid his trousers and he was on his knees behind her so he could do her on all fours on the library floor.

Geoff lifted her skirt off her buttocks and then he entered her superlatively tight cunt.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” he said  

“Shut up and do me” Polly begged so he pressed on but her skirt kept falling over her buttocks as he banged her so he grabbed a handful of skirt and slipped his fingers inside her waistband.

To the casual observer it would have looked very much like he was a bronco rider as Polly howled like a hound while he banged her again and again and then through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and Geoff exploded inside her.

Afterwards Polly stayed on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing as he pulled out.

“Will I be in your wank bank now?” she asked and chuckled

“Only if you want to be?” he told her

“Of course” she replied “but only if you want it to be”

“Then you’re in” he said and then he kissed her once on each quivering check before he stood up and redressed.

After a few minutes panting Polly got to her feet and redressed herself and he looked her over as she did.

“Oops” Geoff exclaimed

“What?” she asked

“Tights” he replied

“Shit” She said looking down at herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her tights.

 

Polly took her tights off and threw them in the bin and then Geoff walked her up to her suite and they had a long sensual kiss good night.

 

Geoff was feeling very pleased with himself as he walked to his own room and went inside but he didn’t even get into bed before there was a knock on his door and when he opened it he saw Polly standing there and when she opened her coat she was only wearing her underwear, a lacy black bra and matching panties and this time she was wearing black stockings on her lovely long legs.

“So you want to get in the wank bank again then?” he asked and Polly smiled and nodded and then took his hand and he took her to bed.