I sit amidst the rumpled Egyptian cotton sheets, my back against the polished Royal York Hotel headboard, watching as she rolls on her black nylon stockings. Left, then right; the elegant reversal of the work I’d done so willingly little more than three hours before. There’s an ache inside me as I watch her, a hint of bitterness in my mouth, because the fact that she’s getting dressed means that our time is over for at le...

About three weeks after my last meeting with Katy and Tom in the hotel, I found myself in the kitchen working on a broken kitchen cupboard. The hinge had simply broken and, still in my Levis and T-shirt, I headed out to the nearest home hardware store in a nearby mall for a replacement. I found the right replacement hinge and got back into my parked car and as I was about to start the engine, I looked up and was surprised...

Part Three - The Room Katy sat on the foot of the bed and told Tom to make himself comfortable in the easy chair recliner. She was glowing from the two powerful orgasms she just had and her eyes sparkled and spoke volumes to me of what she was going to do to me. I approached and she opened her legs for me and I felt her stockinged legs close and hold mine. My cock was standing erect and proud in front of her face and I sl...