Twenty eight year old Paul Galasso had himself an older woman, a forty year old, recently divorced posh piece by the name of Antonia Tarling-Toley, who was not only ready willing and able she also had a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean.
So the ease of access
to the house was almost as easy as it was to her.
The only snag was that
what had begun for him as a bit of fun with a fit older woman, and for her some
good energetic sex with a toy boy, had despite the age difference turned into
something else, as they had fallen in love.
On the rare occasions
that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most
of it but sometimes they had to create opportunities and on occasion it took
planning.
It was late on Saturday
morning when he was just leaving the clubhouse at the Forest Ridge Golf Club.
“Mark darling” a voice
said in familiar tones and he turned round to see the lovely Antonia dressed up
to the nines.
She looked stunning in
a peach coloured suit and matching accessories, as usual she was stylishly
coordinated from hat to shoes and everything in between.
“Hello Toni” he said,
“where are you off to?”
“My sister’s wedding”
she said raising her eyebrows “number four”
“Well you look
gorgeous as usual,” he said as he gave her an appraising gaze. “Immaculately
accessorised”
“Well thank you kind
sir”
“Everything matching?”
he asked raising an eyebrow
“Everything darling”
she whispered “as usual”
“So what are you doing
here?” he asked
“Well I do have a
rather convoluted tale of the why’s and wherefores, but to tell the truth I
came to show off the outfit”
And she smiled in the
very cute way she had where her nose wrinkled.
“And the place is
deserted” she said and shrugged “what about you?”
“I was looking for
someone to play with,” he said
“And we all know what
kind of game you like to play” she said cheekily
“Well you should know
better than most” he retorted and Antonia blushed.
“Do you want to play?”
she asked
“Always” he replied
“I meant golf,” Antonia
stated
“So did I” he lied
“No you didn’t” she
retorted “thank God”
“Where is the wedding
by the way?” he asked
“Clayton Manor” she
replied
“I don’t suppose you
know the room number?” he whispered
“No I don’t” she
replied indignantly but her eyes intimated she would let him know.
After he’d watched
Antonia walk away towards the car park it started to rain so he decided to go
home and get ready to gate crash a wedding.
He got to the Hotel just
after 10 o’clock when the party was in full swing and slipped unnoticed up to
the bar and mingled with the revellers as he looked for his quarry.
He knew the Clayton
Manor and he also knew that the only access to the toilets was via the bar, so
from his position he had a clear view of the ladies as they tottered off to the
loo’s.
Paul didn’t have to
wait too long before the lovely Antonia emerged from the ballroom looking every
bit as gorgeous as she had that morning at the golf club, just a slight unsteadiness
and a flushing of her cheeks betrayed the fact she had been drinking.
He let her carry on
tottering to the ladies unmolested but intercepted her on the return journey.
“Antonia
Tarling-Toley!!” Paul said and made her jump
“Oh hello” she said
trying to hide her pleasure at seeing him and failing miserably
“What a surprise
seeing you here”
“Yes it’s a small
world” he responded “Are you enjoying yourself at the party?”
“Yes it’s been a
wonderful party darling” she said “But I’m very tired now and I was thinking of
turning in soon”
“Why don’t you join me
for a drink first” he suggested
“Yes that would be
lovely” she replied “just a quick one”
“Really? I think we
can do better than that” he said and she blushed scarlet.
For the next 10
minutes they sat at a table in the crowded bar and made banal small talk but as
Antonia got towards the bottom of her glass she asked
“Is your room nice?”
“I don’t have one” he
replied “I’m not sure if I’m staying”
“I see”
“What about you?” he asked
“Yes I have a lovely
room” she replied and wetting her finger she wrote a number on the table.
“Well I will say
goodnight then” she said and stood up “it was really nice seeing you again”
“Likewise” he responded
“Goodnight”
He watched her as she
walked away in her accessorised peach suit and thought about how much he would
enjoy getting her out of it.
He remained in the bar
for ten minutes and then paid a visit to the gents before taking the back
stairs up to Antonia’s floor and when he was sure the coast was clear he
knocked on the door to her room
“Room service” he
called and the door opened
“Yes please” she
replied and pulled him into the room by his belt and the second the door closed
behind him she pinned him to the door and kissed him.
“You were pleased to
see me then?” he said
“Yes” she replied unnecessarily
“but it was agony, I so wanted to kiss you and hold you”
“So did I” Paul said
and kissed her and then they walked deeper into the room.
“I thought you would
have been ready for me” he said and she blushed and then in a very childlike
voice said
“I wanted you to
undress me, like I was special”
“You are special” Paul
said immediately “you are so special”
And he spent the next
ten minute slowly and tenderly undressing her until he was slipping her peach
coloured silk panties off her ankles and she was completely naked and extremely
turned on.
“What would my special
lady like to do now?” he asked and kissed her
“She wants to undress
you” she replied and proceeded to strip him in about two minutes flat
“So I’m not so special
then?” he protested
“Yes you are but I’m
really horny now” she replied but I’m going to make you feel really special in
a moment”
And with that she
knelt down and took his cock in her mouth and gave him her special attention
but it was just making her even hotter so she said
“Get on the bed so I
can make you feel really special”
“Yes mistress” he said
and jumped on the bed and almost the second he was on his back she was climbing
up the bed and then Paul admired lovely body as she climbed on top of him and
they both gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.
“Do you feel special
yet” she moaned
“Always honey” he
replied and roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and her jiggling
tits mesmerized him as she pumped herself on him and she made him grunt through
gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm and collapsed on his chest.
“Now that’s what I
call special” she panted
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