The Ex colleague take 2
By the time we peeled ourselves off each other, it was time for dinner. We headed to a local restaurant outside the hotel to get some privacy from the wedding crowd. Mark was having a good holiday, getting with a hot mature blonde on the first night and me, his mature ex colleague he used to wank over at work.
it was great to chat, catch up on what each other had been doing. I didnât really care for him when we worked together, but it was lovely to see where life had taken him and how we ended up shagging each otherâs brains out in a Spanish hotel.
As nice as the dinner was there was onlt only one thing on our minds and as soon as we got the bill we literally ran back to the hotel.the door slammed behind us as we fell onto the bed. After a bit of rolling around we had a race to take our clothes off. This time it was my turn to start with the pleasing and I made a bee-line for his amazing Cock, sucking, stroking, caressing and kissing it. I drove him wild enough to spunk all over my ample tits. Then it was my turn, another marathon session of teasing my clit as I came all over his face. By this point he was back to attention with little persuasion. I took the lead, pointing my arse in the air allowing him to slip into me from behind. before he came I managed to turn round and take what he had left in my mouth, savouring every drop.
We carried on into the morning, I felt like a teenager again. It was the day of the wedding and at the last minute I had to chuck him out to get ready. I had taken a couple of dresses with me for the big day and chose the revealing one so I could tease my holiday romance. Surprisingly at the ceremony we hardly exchanged glances. Amazingly he seemed to be fixated on my friend Gerri, his lover of the first night. Annoyingly they were seated next to each other at the wedding breakfast (I knew I should have had a word about that), by the time the first dance came around they were in each otherâs arms and I felt like the loser at the school prom. Thatâs my date, I thought, sheâs stolen him!
I waited for my chance to catch him alone and sure enough as Gerri went to the ladies I stole a moment with him at the bar. I looked him up and down and he just simply said âhow about the three of us tonightâ. Fucking hell my mind was blown. Iâd never been with a woman before, let alone a friend, let alone with a much younger man at the same time. A threesome? Surely not. As the night went on and the drink flowed my mind began to race... god I wanted it.
it was great to chat, catch up on what each other had been doing. I didnât really care for him when we worked together, but it was lovely to see where life had taken him and how we ended up shagging each otherâs brains out in a Spanish hotel.
As nice as the dinner was there was onlt only one thing on our minds and as soon as we got the bill we literally ran back to the hotel.the door slammed behind us as we fell onto the bed. After a bit of rolling around we had a race to take our clothes off. This time it was my turn to start with the pleasing and I made a bee-line for his amazing Cock, sucking, stroking, caressing and kissing it. I drove him wild enough to spunk all over my ample tits. Then it was my turn, another marathon session of teasing my clit as I came all over his face. By this point he was back to attention with little persuasion. I took the lead, pointing my arse in the air allowing him to slip into me from behind. before he came I managed to turn round and take what he had left in my mouth, savouring every drop.
We carried on into the morning, I felt like a teenager again. It was the day of the wedding and at the last minute I had to chuck him out to get ready. I had taken a couple of dresses with me for the big day and chose the revealing one so I could tease my holiday romance. Surprisingly at the ceremony we hardly exchanged glances. Amazingly he seemed to be fixated on my friend Gerri, his lover of the first night. Annoyingly they were seated next to each other at the wedding breakfast (I knew I should have had a word about that), by the time the first dance came around they were in each otherâs arms and I felt like the loser at the school prom. Thatâs my date, I thought, sheâs stolen him!
I waited for my chance to catch him alone and sure enough as Gerri went to the ladies I stole a moment with him at the bar. I looked him up and down and he just simply said âhow about the three of us tonightâ. Fucking hell my mind was blown. Iâd never been with a woman before, let alone a friend, let alone with a much younger man at the same time. A threesome? Surely not. As the night went on and the drink flowed my mind began to race... god I wanted it.
6 years ago
