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I've woken up.

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Julia6 Posted on: 14 Mar 2008 1 comments
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It's 2.30 and I have woken up. I had rather a lot to drink last night. Well what else is there to do on my own in a hotel. Hubby is away at a conference, shagging his secretary no doubt. He suggested I take the opportunity to visit an elderly relative on the east coast. Ironically it was his secretary who made the hotel booking. Its very nice, a big room and there is a spa. I'm booked in to have a 'top to toe' tomorrow before seeing my uncle early in the afternoon.Actually he is not really my uncle. He is one of those old family friends that I always called 'uncle'. He appeared every month or so, turned up at family celebrations and was very generous with presents.His wife was quite a bit older than him, died a few years ago. I remember how he smelt, that dry musk with a hint of smoke, quite sexy really. I always liked to sit on his lap. It was quite inappropriate really, sat on his thigh, probably showing way to much leg but no one seemed to mind then. He always used to say how nice I looked and how fast I was growing up.His wife was nice too. She always used to wear stockings. I remember looking up her dress when I was on the floor. Thinking back it was her that used to encourage me to sit up on him. There was a guy in the bar tonight buying me drinks. He was on some sort of union trip. He was ok, quite attractive. I think he was a mechanic but had been doing the union thing full time. He was a bit rough but well spoken, quite lean. He may get lucky tonight!That would only be fair really. I let him put his hand up my dress at dinner. It was all a bit awkward as my dress is just a little too tight really so I had to hoick it up a bit. I was wearing hold-ups and some little cotton knickers. He did very well getting me juicy. I think the waitress noticed. She can't be much older than my daughter. Tall and slim in her little black uniform. Her dress was short, black tights, very sexy. Red hair, looked like some fire in her. She could sit on my face anytime she likes. Tell me what a slut I am, make me service her.Yes I am doing it now. I have pushed back the bedclothes and opened my legs. My usual fantasy, being watched as I open up and spread it all over my clit, helpless in my lust.I asked him which of the waitresses he liked. It was the little dumpy one. She was pretty, smiled a lot, golden hair round her face. It was dyed of course but we all do that now. I rubbed his cock, through his trousers, when I got him to tell me what he would do with her if he had her alone in his room. That is a useful strategy, lets you know the way they get turned on.This guy is a breast man. Wants to suck on her teats, cum all over them and then and then lick it all off. I was quite impressed with that. Guys don't usually admit to liking the taste, even of their own. It took both my brother and hubby ages before they would lick it off me, or out of me.I don't think this one's penis is very big but it feels nice enough. I think it was the drink but I suddenly got bored with it all tonight. I made some excuse but let him bring me to my room. We kissed and that was enjoyable. He just held me and just let his tongue explore my lips, quite gently really. It was after quite a long time that his thumb found its way to a nipple. He didn't just grab my breast as some guys do but just firm pressure, on my left one, with his thumb.I pressed my palm on his cock then. It was not fully erect but firm enough. I said he could come in my room for a moment but made it clear that he would not be staying. We just got into the little entrance area and he started kissing me again. He pulled up my skirt at the back and got both hands in my knickers to clasp my bum.The advantage of a tight skirt is that once it is pulled up it stays there. I was able to open up a little and soon his fingers were sawing away between my lips and to my clit. I managed to get my hand in his pants to return the favour. A nice handful, hard with a slippery foreskin.We kissed, whispered dirty words of encouragement, as we wanked each other, like two 18 year olds saying goodnight outside her front door. I let myself cum, not a big one but satisfying enough, before he released himself onto my hand and his underwear. He did lick my fingers, cleaning off his spunk, so I responded, kissing his hand with the familiar taste of my own secretions.We did look dishevelled. My skirt up and panties pushed down one thigh. His trousers were undone, open and almost falling down. Agreeing to meet for dinner the following evening we gave each other a guilty grin and he left.I liked this guy. I had said that I did not want him to stay all night and he did not try to force it. Quite a few would have dragged me into bed. I could hardly have complained but I was too tired, too drunk to have really enjoyed it.So here I am, in the early hours, awake and playing with myself. My head is throbbing so I am not really getting into it. I wonder how I will find 'uncle'. Old I know, but he still seems sharp. His emails are always interesting. His used to write proper letters, with blue ink from a proper pen, the twirls and lines evenly laid across the page as though the words were chosen just for their look. He is in sheltered housing now as he has trouble holding things.I think I'll wear a short skirt and stockings. Cheer him up a bit. I could slip off my underwear when I get there. My blouse is a bit see through. I'd quite like him to see my cunt, just like he did that other time when when they came to see mum and dad for the weekend.