Choice Tales from the Vale – (284) The Old Flame
Gary was sitting in the bar enjoying a pint before he went to his room to turn in, when he spotted a familiar figure, a nice little figure and one that he had once known intimately.
Maureen was still as lovely as she always was, and she still clearly had class, and immaculate dress sense in a flared silk dress and matching accessories, the only thing she wasn’t wearing was a smile, which surprised him, and then she went out through the door towards the toilets, so he thought he’d say hello when she returned.
After about 20 minutes he was convinced Maureen wasn’t going to the toilets but had actually gone home, so he drained his glance and decided to use the facilities himself before getting another drink.
But when he left the bar he found Maureen standing by the cigarette machine with her back to him and it was apparent that she was crying
“Maureen?” he said
“Yes” she answered as she turned towards him
“Oh Gary” she exclaimed and buried her face in his chest and began to cry anew.
When he managed to get her to calm down he got to the bottom of what had upset her, and that was her boyfriend, who had just dumped her, he never found out his name she just kept referring to him as “bastard”.
After that he proposed he take her for a quiet drink, so they could talk, but she didn’t want to go back into the bar, so he suggested they go to his room instead and get room service and she agreed.
Upstairs in the room, one drink lead to another drink, and another and then the talking and reminiscing lead to kissing, and the potent mix of kissing, alcohol and a deep-seated regret at separating, meant that one thing led to another.
Although Maureen had been very upset at the time, after being dumped by her “bastard” ex-boyfriend the night before, she seemed to quickly come to terms with the situation as she took every ounce of satisfaction from him, that night and twice again the next morning.
The second time of which occurred when he was in the shower washing her lust off his body, and it began when she slipped quietly into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath and took his cock in her mouth and sucked him up to full erection.
After which she used him and abused him and by the end of the knee trembler against the tiles he was shattered, and he collapsed as his legs had completely gone.
He had to sit in the bath to recharge his batteries and he just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for a full twenty minutes.
By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Maureen was already fully dressed.
“You’ve recovered then” she said and laughed
“I’ll remember that the next time you’re gagging for it,” he retorted
“You’ll still shag me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and then he scooped her up in his arms
“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested
“That’s just how I like you” he teased and then they kissed.
But that was all they did as he had to vacate the room and they both had trains to catch and besides he was so knackered that he probably wouldn’t have been able to go again for at least 24 hours.
So, he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry, then she sat down and watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye he couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and he knew by her leery expression that there would definitely be a next time.