So much for a bath! I turned the bloody water on and it was hot for all of 5 seconds before it just kept coming lukewarm. Yuck. Just had a rinse off to at least get rid of the stale sex smell before I head out again. Brr. I have paid the water bill. Who is using my hot water? It could well be either of my two best friends using my facilities because they hate the disgusting shower in their respective share houses. If you two are reading this CALL ME FIRST. Yup there is a damp towel in the hamper. Hang it up to dry first you twat!
I'm digressing. So I had this date. Is it obscene to call a night out with an older man a date? It sounds like such an adolescent word. Charlie. Screw the identity protection thing today. It's not like he actually lives here. Charles, actually, but why wouldn't you call him Charlie? He flies in, I get a call, I always say yes and he takes me out for minimum one night, maximum three. He's never in town more than a week. He has been a constant in my life for four years, since I was 19. Sort of a dream-guy, but he doesn't belong to me. He doesn't say, but I know very well there are other girls in other countries where he does business. Import Export etc. Clearly I pay attention to their very serious careers. Tall and wide shouldered and '40' (I'd wager 47 more like). Total silver fox with blue eyes. Like a pilot from an ad for Pan Am in the 60s (I saw this in Cultural Studies). Surprisingly long but narrow cock and very fuzzy with grey fur all over. For some reason he loves standing positions, though it must be a strain on his back. Always comes with presents! Rope sandals from Egypt, smoked salmon, two babushka dolls. I suspect these are things he deals in, but I love them all the same. He picked me up in a hired car and took me to town. Dinner at Bistro Vue, my choice! I wore a short black sleeveless boat necked dress, good for showing off calves, collar bones and tattoos. Ballet flats (I can't walk in heels. I make a terrible girl.) and a necklace he bought me years ago. We were seated in a very plush booth in the corner. I was worried that the staff would hate us because there were only two of us on such a large table, but they didn't seem to mind. Especially later when the bill was paid, already a hefty amount and a very large tip to boot. They would have had a fun night after knock off. Typically we were stared at. Sure I could have passed for his daughter. Or grand-daughter for that matter. If he wasn't big and white or I wasn't small, Asian and still get very suspiciously asked for my ID because no one seems to bloody well believe that I'm of age. Plus the hand on my thigh. That's the clincher. Not talking about food because I won't have a meal like that for a long time and that's sad!
Back to Charlie's room at the Westin Hotel. Could have walked but insisted on taking cab again. Indian cab driver quite disapprovingly silent as Charlie blatantly stroked my thighs under my skirt and brushed his hands against my breasts. He took off very fast when he dropped us off and did not say goodnight. More curious looks in hotel lobby full of people at the bar. Fantastically large suite as per usual. Led to large couch and gently pushed over arm, bottom in the air, head cushioned on the seat. Charlie generally gets straight to business. Usually I remember to bring a spare pair of panties in my bag, but forgot this time. He always has to rip them off, leaving them in two pieces and unwearable. Even after all this time, I still jump when he does that. Felt the scratchy stubble of his cheeks and chin graze my bum cheeks and against my thighs, cool breath tickling at very moist lips that had been tempted and teased in that naughty cab ride. Teeth bit gently at my clit, which I go crazy for, and he sucked hard and I came wetly all over his face. I would have liked to get up and lick my wetness from his nose, but his trousers were down and his surprisingly super hard erection pressed against my entrance and he popped the head in. Charlie knows well to go slow at this because I can be too tight and it takes a while for me to open up. He pinched my nipples through my dress as he slowly rocked in and out. I was making embarrassing sticky wet sounds but he didn't seem to mind. The feeling of being stretched open is always such a revelation, as though I haven't been fucked in a long time and don't remember what it feels like. Gradually he worked his way deep inside. I could feel his head push very insistently at my wall and I felt over-full, almost unable to talk from the puzzling fullness. I suspect Charlie takes viagra. He would have to I suppose when his appetite is certainly larger than male physical capacities should be at his age. He fucked me slowly at first and I would have been noisy if I hadn't had my face muffled in cushions. My still sensitive clit rubbed against the couch arm as he fucked faster and faster. I wondered idly what the cleaners would think of the large wet stain I was leaving on the fabric. The cushions were making my face hot and it was hard to breathe but that just made me feel more delirious and I screamed as he pumped harder, balls slapping my wet mons noisily. He groaned a delicious masculine groan as he came. I love hearing it, and that combined with the rubbing couch arm sent me coming again.
We were both a very wet mess, me especially. When he pulled out my vagina made totally embarrassing noises as the air pushed in during hard fucking escaped. My face was burning. It doesn't happen that often. He bent down and gave the area a good suck and the sound stopped. I think I giggled stupidly into the cushions and was there for a little while.
After a few sips from his brandy glass I curled into the large white sheeted bed and he joined me there.
Oh fuck I'm going to be late for class if I don't run for the tram. And now I'm all horny remembering last night. Please no one smell arousal in me, I don't want any of those boys to think I'm interested in THEM!
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