The traditional
seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great
time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, the
Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and
illuminations, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun
Park, but it was the Seaview Hotel that was attracting groups of revellers
from every corner of the Finchbottom Vale for the their company Christmas
parties, most of them were singletons, and ranged in age from late teens to
their early fifties.
Most of the party goers decided to make a weekend of it, looking for
love or lust, or a combination of the two.
So those looking for a long weekend arrived in Sharpington on Friday
morning and would stay until Sunday, with the party being on Saturday night,
which in order to add to the fun was fancy dress.
It was the first time in Sharpington for some of the visitors, but
many had been before and a few of them had only been in town for a few hours
when they started to see a familiar face or two, at the Hotel, along the prom,
in the café and on the pier, but forty year old widow Sammi Lawton wasn’t looking because her thoughts were
focused on Gerald David, a man ten
years younger than her, who had been curling her toes and causing her eyes to
roll back in her head since the previous Christmas, and she was looking forward
to more of the same that weekend, because she was ready willing and able.
When he first got
inside her classy silk drawers the previous Christmas it had begun as a bit of
fun, between an athletic well-toned young man and a fit experienced older
woman, with plenty of good energetic sex between cougar and a toy boy, however,
despite the age difference it turned into something else, as they had fallen in
love.
They didn’t manage to
get to spend the night together on Friday night as he was late arriving in
Sharpington due to car trouble but on Saturday morning when he walked into
reception, he heard Sammi’s familiar tones and he turned round to see her
dressed up to the nines, looking stunning in a two-piece pale blue suit and
matching accessories, as usual she was stylishly coordinated from head to toe
and everything in between.
“Hello Mrs Lawton,” he
said,
“Mr David” she
responded and as they air kissed, she whispered “I really missed you last
night”
“You look lovely as
usual,” he said as he gave her an appraising gaze. “Immaculately accessorised”
“Well thank you”
“Everything matching?”
he asked raising an eyebrow
“Everything darling”
she whispered “as usual”
“So, where are you off
to?” he asked as they sat down
“Just coffee with friends”
she said and shrugged “what about you?”
“Someone recommended
the crazy golf” he replied, “So I was looking for someone to play with,”
“And we all know what
kind of game you like to play” she said quietly and smiled in the very cute way
she had where her nose wrinkled.
“Well, you should know
better than most” he whispered and Sammi blushed.
“Do you want to play?”
she asked
“Always” he replied
“I meant crazy Golf,”
Sammi stated
“So did I” he lied
“No, you didn’t” she
retorted and then whispered “thank God”
“Where are you going
for coffee?” he asked
“The one down by the
pier” she replied
“Oh, I know somewhere
better than that” Gerald said and wrote the details on a napkin
“Oh, I look forward to
trying it” she said after reading the note which consisted of his room number
“In fact, I’m going to
ditch the crazy golf and go there now” he said and kissed her cheek and
whispered in her ear “Don’t be long”
“Well, I might see you
there” she said “Goodbye”
Sammi sat there and
watched him walk away towards the lift and her juices were flowing, and when he
got in and the door closed, she got up and went in search of her quarry, trying
to look detached and cool even though her loins were on fire in anticipation of
what Gerald had waiting for her.
By the time she got up
to his room she was ready to go, and she enjoyed him and his cock for the rest
of the day until it was time to get ready for the party.
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