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which I liked.
    I smiled and lay back on the
pillows as he kneeled in front of me and eased off my knickers. Fortunately he
didn’t try any theatrical ripping of them – they were my most expensive pair –
and after some light stroking with his fingers he started kissing the inside of
my thighs, deliciously working his way up and down and inwards until finally,
his tongue flicked across my clit and then started lapping at it, his hands
firmly kneading my arse until I could bear it no longer.
    He seemed to sense the right
moment, and rolled me onto my side, swiftly and deftly easing his cock into me
from behind and immediately started up a hard, rhythmic pumping. I sighed with
the sheer force of it; somehow I thought he would be more
gentle but in a way I liked his firmness. I was aching to come anyway;
I’ve never been much of one for long, slow lovemaking and I guessed he wasn’t
either. He was pounding me now; his thighs slapping against my arse and his
hands caressing my breasts as they bounced up and down.
    The tingling feeling between my
legs, which seemed to have been increasing for hours, rapidly got stronger
until I knew I was going to come; I was desperate for him to keep up the pace
and so I built up momentum by grinding my hips against him (all those riding
lessons as a girl finally had some use...). My fingers were a blur over my clit
as I worked myself up to fever pitch; finally the tingle grew to explosive
force and the familiar, but always delightful, surge of electricity shot
through my thighs making me go rigid and cry out.
    It wasn’t the biggest orgasm I’ve
had, but a good one considering it was our first time. As it died down James
gasped ‘I’m going to come’. Wanting to impress him I tried another of my
tricks; I purred ‘wait a minute’ and eased away from him. ‘Stand up on the bed’
I demanded; he looked puzzled but quickly complied; I kneeled before him,
arching my back so that my breasts looked as big as possible; I took his cock
in both hands and started wanking it as hard as I
could, then gorged on it, working the shaft up and down with one hand while I
stroked his hard balls with the other. ‘Fuck...’ he breathed and I felt him
stiffen.
    Taking his cock out of my mouth I
arched my back again, and leaned my head back and closed my eyes, then pumped
his shaft until I felt the hot drops of his cum shoot onto my face and body.
Opening my eyes and leaning forward, I closed my breasts round his cock again
and massaged it as his jerking body finally slowed, and we both collapsed back
on the bed. ‘Thank you for coming,’ I said with a sly grin. ‘Thank you for having
me’ he answered with a smile. It was corny, but I didn’t care. I was dimly
aware of James leaving sometime in the night; I awoke as the door clicked shut
but fell back into a deep sleep. After giving him a performance like that, I
was sure I would see him again. 
     

 
     
    Two
    As usual, it didn’t work out. I
didn’t hear from James for a couple of days; then I got a chirpy email saying saying ‘Hi Sara, thanks for the great night...I really like
your company, and I think you’re amazing (in bed as well as out...;-) but I
have to say things are very complicated for me at the moment, so I don’t think
it would be good for us to meet again. Take care. Jxx .
    Bastard. What does ‘things are very complicated’ mean? Has a girlfriend, probably, or
married. Fuck him. Actually, I would love to do just that; and I even touched
myself thinking about it a couple of times, but no, seriously I thought, screw
him and all of them. I need a break from this. Fortunately as a hedge fund
manager, I don’t have much time to waste on men.
    A few days later I was a having a
drink with my friend Claire at the Naval and Military club; she’s part of the
country set and likes these stuffy places. Actually I don’t mind them, though I
wouldn’t want to be a member; they have stupid rules about not using your
mobile and the