Whenever Rob’s away on business, I found it difficult to sleep. I had forgotten what it was like to sleep alone; thirty years of being in a relationship had done that to me. But on this occasion, there was another, more pressing reason. The second Thursday in July was finally here! Lucy and I were having our spa break. We had been discussing it for weeks, getting each other hot and bothered about what we were going to get up to.
We had decided we were going as lovers, not just friends, so when I booked, I asked for a double room, not a twin. Going as a couple meant we wanted to arrive together, and, as we lived in opposite parts of the UK, we decided to travel to the spa on the train, meeting at St Pancras.
Rob had sorted out and paid for both of our train tickets and, bless him, he had upgraded me to first class.
I could not stop fidgeting on the train into London; I had butterflies in my stomach and was horny. I deliberately made matters worse for myself by listening to an erotic podcast and looking at pictures I had of Lucy on my phone.
By the time I got into London, I was a dripping mess. I thought about going somewhere to sort myself out or even to make myself orgasm. But I realised I was enjoying the sensation of being around all these commuters while so turned on, if that made everything feel sharper, more intense, more erotic.
Slowly and carefully, I put my phone under the table that I was sitting at and up-skirted myself! I had deliberately worn the sluttiest set of crotchless knickers for that day, no bra, and a tight blue dress that had a slit in the thigh that went a long way up, and a neckline that plunged suggestively down into my cleavage. Less than three months before, I would never have worn anything like that, let alone on public transport!
I looked at the picture; it was perfect. You could see my pussy was smooth and super wet. I messaged Lucy the photo and wrote: Can’t wait to touch you. X.
Her response was not immediate, but, when it arrived, I could see why. It was a selfie of her on her train. She was wearing a denim summer dress with a lot of the buttons undone; her naked breasts spilling out. My pussy quivered as I read her simple message. Can’t wait to eat that. X.
I got off the train at Liverpool Street and onto the Tube. As ever, in July, the train felt like an oven, made even worse as it was still busy, and there was nowhere to sit. As the train clattered into the tunnel, I found myself pressed against a young woman who was a similar age to my daughter. She smelt amazing; a combination of perfume, perspiration, and something else that I just could not place. She looked amazing also, wearing a tartan miniskirt and a cut-down vest top with no bra.
The Tube train jolted and came to a sudden, shuddering stop, with half the lights switching off. She fell forward and bumped into me, her hand grasping for anything as she tried to regain her balance. My hand reflexively reached out and held her bottom.
For a moment, time stood still as she looked up at me. Her face was close to mine. I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered into my ear, and then, with the hand that seconds before had been reaching out for anything to grab, pulled my arse in close to her. Still whispering in my ear, she said, “I can smell you. I can smell your arousal; whoever you’re meeting is lucky.” She looked around to check that no one was watching, then pulled my face to her breast. At the same moment, she reached under my skirt and inserted her index finger into my soaking gash.
As she released my head from her breast, the train lights came back on, and we started to move. She stepped back from me and ran her index finger over her tongue. The train pulled into Farringdon, and she got off. She did not even say goodbye!
I was a little shell-shocked as I got off the train at the next stop, and even hornier than when I had got on.
We had decided to meet at a statue in St Pancras Station; it is of a couple kissing; you cannot miss it. Lucy was already there and looked stunning. I walked straight up to her and pulled her by the waist in for an embrace. Lucy had other ideas, of course, and kissed me, our tongues invading each other’s mouths as we made out. We pulled apart. “Hi,” I said. Lucy smiled. “I had been waiting a long time to do that. Let’s get a drink and catch up; we had ages until our train.”
We walked across the station as lovers, hand in hand, and into a champagne bar. I eyed Lucy curiously. “No pouring it on yourself again,” I told her.
We settled down to catch up. The last time we had really seen each other had ended up with me fisting her in our garden, while Rob face-fucked her and came in her mouth. As ever, though, with Lucy, there was no awkwardness.
So, as we drank overpriced champagne, her finger drawing lazy circles on my inner thigh, we talked about work, families, and holidays. Inevitably, though, the conversation turned to what the three of us had been up to.
“Oh, Lou, I had been so bad over the last couple of months. With what we had shared, plus what I was doing in his church, I should be punished. That is for another time. These next couple of days, though, I didn’t want to think about or worry about anything. All I wanted was for you to fuck me and fuck me senseless. I wanted to see stars! I wanted to be fucked—fucked hard and fucked often. In fact, I wanted you to fuck me so hard that I would have trouble walking when I went home!” she said, telling me this in a railway station bar, in a place anyone could have heard her as they walked past. Hearing her words elicited a moan from me.
We finished our drinks and headed to our train. We decided to be good on the train. We lasted as far as Finsbury Park by then. Her hand was already under my skirt.
For the second time that day, I had another woman’s fingers working my cunt; it was glorious. “I don’t want to cum here,” I told her. “I want to cum at the spa; I want to cum riding your face, my juices coating your chin, my cunt dripping into your eager mouth.” Lucy’s breathing hitched hearing me say that. “I want—no. If you want me to fuck you senseless, you would do as I say while we ere away. Agreed?” Lucy smiled. “Absolutely. Your wish is my command!”
“Then first—no underwear at all while we’re together.” Lucy removed her sheer thong and gave it to me. There was a noticeable wet spot on the front.
"And second,” I added quietly, “I want you to edge me, torture me, tease me all the way to our stop. Don’t let me finish. Not once. Not until I say.”
That earned a look. And then a grin.
For the rest of the journey, she took that instruction very seriously. She did everything and anything she wanted to me, but stopping at the last moment, not letting me cum.
She removed my knickers and inhaled the fragrance of my arousal on them. She fingered me continuously and used a bullet vibrator that she had in her handbag on me. She showed me porn on her phone. She whispered the most romantic things, but also the most perverted erotic fantasies of hers, in my ear. At Letchworth, she undid all the buttons of her dress and flashed her naked body to a group of workmen on the platform.
By the time we got to our stop, my eyes had glazed over; I was panting hard, my hair damp from sweat, and my pussy was running like a tap. I kept looking at my skirt to see if my dampness was noticeable; thankfully, it was not.
Lucy was also turned on by what she had been doing to me. If our train journey had been much longer, she later told me, she would have pushed me to the floor and sat on my face.
The spa was a short taxi ride away from the station, and, for that trip, we really did keep our hands to ourselves. The taxi driver looked like a combination of the Trunchbull and an eighties Russian shot-putter; we hardly dared breathe, let alone talk. Uber rating: five stars!
The one thing we decided upon, though, was that we would spend all the next day in the spa. We were going to have breakfast in our bedroom, have a light lunch in the spa, and then spend the afternoon lazily watching the world go by. Admittedly, I had a couple of other little ideas I wanted to sneak into our schedule!
We checked in and discovered my “assistant”, Mr Robb, had sorted an upgraded suite for us.
Wow! The suite was impressive: a large bed dominated the room, a seating area, a coffee machine, a large sunken bath. There was even a separate dressing room.
I decided Rob deserved a reward. As Lucy unpacked her suitcase, I removed, from mine, one of my recent purchases. Plugging it in, I set it up on the dressing table opposite our bed. I then went to get Lucy.
She was in her own world; music played from her phone, swaying with her back to me as I entered the dressing room. For a moment, I simply watched her. She turned and faced me, smiling, those same two buttons still undone, as if nothing had happened on the train.
“Remember what I said?” I asked.
Her expression shifted—just slightly. “Yes.”
That was enough.
I closed the distance between us, guiding her back until she met the wall.
My hands moved slowly, finishing what she had started with those remaining buttons.
A moan escaped her lips as my mouth greedily enveloped hers. Her hands ran up my back, pulling my face into hers.
The buttons undone, I moved my mouth to her neck as my right hand began rubbing her pussy. Her hand reached for my arse, but I grabbed it and forced it up above her head against the wall. Lucy was moaning and sighing; I could feel how wet she already was as I took her left breast into my mouth, all the while rubbing her pussy. Her knees sagged as I continued my assault on her. I kissed her hard. She cried out on the verge of cumming. “Not yet, sweetie,” I told her, taking my hand out of her. I offered it to her, and she hungrily licked it.
Her dress fell to the floor as I pushed her into the bedroom and onto the bed. Passing the dressing table, I pressed the record button on the new camera that I had set up. Lucy lay there, still wearing her white trainers and now nothing else.
I pulled my dress up and over my head. “Lucy, you were going to make me cum now.” I kissed her mound and then slowly kissed up her body, my fingers continuing to play with her labia. I kissed her again on the mouth and then knelt up and straddled her face. Her tongue instantly lapped up the juices that had been flowing out of me for the last few hours.
Every so often, her tongue would dart inside me, every time eliciting a groan from me. All the while, Lucy had started to play with herself, one hand playing with her clit while the other held her lips open. Noticing this, I told her she could not cum before me. I was enjoying this, not just Lucy’s mouth and tongue pleasuring me, but the control I had over her.
I could feel the beginnings of the most enormous orgasm approaching; riding her face, I tried to stop the wave from overtaking me, but it was all too much; I needed to cum.
My thighs clamped on her head as electricity shot from my clit, up my spine, making my back arch. “Keep licking me,” I managed to gasp as my orgasm overtook me. “Don’t… fucking stop,” I shouted, squirting onto her face and neck. Lucy was gasping for air as I ground my drenched cunt up and down her face.
My thighs quivered, and my back collapsed; I could not hold myself upright and slumped down. I managed to whisper, “You can cum now.” With that simple command, she plunged her fingers inside herself. My face was so close to her cunt that I moved and took her clit into my mouth, gently nibbling it. Her body bucked under me as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. “Oh my God!” she screeched. This scream was not her beautiful sing-song voice that she normally had; it was something else altogether. This only drove me on. Even in my post-orgasmic state, with tremors still running through me, I needed to taste more of her. I angled my face and was able to lap at her. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking up to meet my mouth. Due to how I was lying on her, I had pinned her down; she was trapped as she came repeatedly.
I eventually rolled off Lucy as her body continued to spasm. She looked a wreck, and, for a moment, I feared what I had done. “Was that too much?” I asked her.
Lucy tried to lift herself up but could not. “Are you kidding me? That was fucking amazing; it was everything I wanted it to be. I… I just needed a moment.” To be honest, so did I. My pussy was soaked; my body was buzzing.
I remembered the camera. Fortunately, I had planned and had put the remote on the bedside table; I pressed stop. “What is that?” Lucy asked me. “Rob’s reward,” I told her with a knowing wink. I scooted down next to Lucy and held her in my arms, playing with her hair. I gently kissed her. “I love you,” I told her. “I love you too,” she said sleepily as we both dozed off into contented sleep.
I awoke to find I was alone; I could hear the shower on—that felt like a great idea. I walked into the bathroom and opened the shower door. “Do you need me to scrub your back?” I asked as I joined Lucy in the shower. “Yeah, just as soon as you soap my tits,” she laughed. I would have done; in that moment, I really would have done, but we both needed to clean up. “Dinner’s booked for seven thirty, so we have time to get ourselves looking beautiful,” Lucy told me. I looked at her. “You don’t need to do anything; you are beautiful.” Lucy kissed me in the way that lovers do, the way that Rob kissed me. “Thank you; so are you. As we are a couple while we are here, I think we should go on a date!”
So, we glammed ourselves up. Lucy looked stunning. She had put her hair up in a bun and wore a dark blue satin slip dress with a matching choker and high heels. It showed plenty of leg and a lot of her chest! I wore a black faux-leather mini dress with a diamond-shaped cut-out at the front. I had told Lucy on the train not to wear underwear, so we both went commando.
However, we decided to take things up a notch; I chose to wear my nipple and clit clamps, the O-ring and connecting chains visible through my dress’s cut-out.
I had bought Lucy a present as well: an app-controlled wearable vibrator that was linked to my phone. Lucy’s eyes were wide. “I can’t wear that to dinner, especially with no knickers on. It will fall out!” I laughed, “Consider it additional pelvic-floor exercises!”
We walked to the lift; another couple were already waiting. I activated the app; Lucy jumped as if electrocuted. The couple looked at her. “Sorry,” she stammered, “hiccups!”
As we walked into the lift, Lucy pulled the chain through the gap in my dress. The short, sharp moment of pain was exquisite. I breathed in sharply through my teeth, Lucy smiling at me innocently as she took my hand. Kissing me near my ear, she whispered, “This will be fun. I’m already soaking.” So was I.
We ordered two glasses of champagne, and our designated waitress attended us. Her name was Cindy, and we later found out she was born on the same day as my daughter.
She told us that the restaurant was quiet and we were her only guests in her section for the evening. She showed us to her section, a secluded area, and asked if we had any preference for a table. We chose a four-person table so we could sit next to each other.
As Cindy walked away, I watched her, drinking in her round bottom, wondering if she had underwear on, as there seemed to be no panty line. This was not lost on Lucy. “She’s the same age as Lexi; she does have amazing tits, though!” We laughed and toasted each other.
Cindy was a fantastic server, and, as the evening progressed, it was clear she was flirting with both of us. A hand lightly caressing a shoulder as she brought us our meals; brushing fingers when passing us our drinks; dropping cutlery at our feet to give us a chance to look down her blouse. It did not help that Lucy and I were incredibly aroused due to the vibrator working its magic on Lucy, and her occasionally pulling at the chain attached to my extremely sensitive nipples and clit.
At one point, as Cindy was taking our cutlery away, Lucy remarked to her, “The buttons on your blouse keep coming undone.” If this embarrassed Cindy, she certainly did not let on; in fact, it emboldened her. When she returned to our table, she had undone all her buttons but one, exposing her bare skin and most of her breasts and confirming what we had already guessed—she was not wearing a bra.
She came closer to me, I reached up and ran my hand up her stomach and under her top, finding her hard nipple. Looking over her shoulder to the door, she then pulled her shirt completely open, exposing her breasts. I gave her nipple a quick pull before she buttoned herself back up and took our plates away.
I did not remember what I ate that evening, as I was too busy being in the moment with Lucy. For most of the meal, I was either playing with the vibrator app or my hands were groping her under the table. I had managed to get her skirt pulled up, so her thighs were now clearly visible to Cindy every time she returned; often my hand would still be there or clearly under her skirt.
It was not a one-way street, though; Lucy had been running her hand up and down my thighs, invading my pussy, even going as far as getting an ice cube from her glass of water and rubbing it around me.
As we were waiting for a final drink, I decided she deserved a reward. “Lucy, I want to watch you cum here and now."
She looked at me, more in relief than anything else; after all, I had been teasing her all evening. She did not argue; she simply relaxed back in her chair and pulled her skirt up to her waist. If anyone approached, they would see everything. I chose one of the installed patterns on the app and let it do its thing.
I turned to Lucy and leant across and passionately kissed her. Her eyes closed; one hand held me behind my neck, the other gripped the edge of the table.
As she pulled away from me, I increased the setting; the vibrator was designed to hit her G-spot and was doing an excellent job as she threw her head back and moaned loudly in pleasure.
That was when Cindy returned with our drinks. Lucy had no idea she now had an audience of two. Cindy, though, knew exactly what was happening. She gently put the glasses down and moved around to the other side of Lucy; looking down, she could see her exposed pussy. She looked at me, silently asking for permission. I smiled, nodded, and took a mouthful of champagne.
Glancing behind her to check no one else was coming, Cindy knelt and put her hand in Lucy’s lap. Lucy opened her eyes to see the waitress next to her. Cindy pulled her in for a kiss while rubbing her clit. Both of Lucy’s hands now gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles going white. I pushed the intensity of the app to the maximum, making her cum, crying into our server’s mouth.
I turned the app off and let Lucy recover. Cindy knelt into her lap and kissed her above her pussy, leaving a scarlet set of lips. “When you see that later, you’ll think of me.” She stood up, smoothed her blouse down over her erect nipples, and then professionally asked, “Can you confirm your room number, please?”
“Three one two,” I said.
“Oh, one of the suites—very nice. I will be cleaning that one in the morning, as I do housekeeping in the morning and service in the evening. I need the money for uni. Would there be anything else, ladies?”
“Thank you, but no; you had been most accommodating this evening.” As she went to leave us, I took a twenty-pound note out of the back of my phone and passed it to her as a tip.
Lucy, who was taking deep breaths to recover, then said, “I don’t know about you, but I am ready for bed!” I was too, but not ready for sleep—not yet. I let her take the vibrator out before we left the table; she offered it to Cindy’s lips, who greedily licked it clean. “Have a lovely evening, ladies.”
We stood waiting for the lift. Lucy looked fantastic; a post-orgasmic glow does that to you, augmented by the blue dress and matching choker that made her look so beautiful. “Don’t take the choker off,” I told her. She looked at me curiously. “Really?”
“Yes, there is something about it—the way it frames your neck and jawline. I do not know; it's not something I can really articulate.” She smirked at me. “But you could use the word ‘articulate’ in context?”
“Ha, funny girl,” I said, and smacked her arse. She looked at me and groaned. “That was nice… that was something else we would have to try.” She then reached across to my chest and pulled the ring in the middle of the diamond cut-out on my dress. It was so sudden she made me cry aloud; I could feel warm moisture running down my thighs.
Fortunately, the lift arrived. We stepped in, and the door closed. I descended on her, pulling the zip down on the back of her dress as I pawed at her neck with my lips. With the zip undone, Lucy’s breasts tumbled out of her dress.
Ping! We had arrived at our floor. There could have been anyone on the other side of the door; if there had been someone there, they would have seen everything. I took a chance and pulled her dress right down, exposing her nakedness to anyone who might have been there.
The doors opened; there was no one there. Stepping out of the lift, naked but for her heels, Lucy walked to our room, leaving me to pick up her dress.
At the door to the room, she turned round and leant back against it. “Please make me cum again.” I leant in and whispered into her ear, “I am going to make you scream.” My hand was already on her wet pussy. I inserted one, then two fingers into Lucy, making her gasp.
“I cannot stop thinking about when you fisted me in your garden. Please do that to me again,” she begged. I kissed her aggressively, continuously fucking her with my fingers. I curled my index finger up inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her shudder and groan loudly.
I opened the door to our room and, for the second time that day, pushed Lucy onto the bed. Kneeling between her legs, I started to eat her, looking directly at the lipstick print that Cindy had left as I began to devour her. I wanted to savour her and remember every moment, so I grabbed the remote for the camera and pressed record. This was going to be for me, though—only for me.
Her juices tasted sweet and tangy on my tongue. I slowly ran my tongue up her mound, occasionally planting small kisses on her. Reaching her clitoris, I sucked it into my mouth; as I did this, Lucy’s hands pushed my head further into her pelvis as she cried out. With my hands, I reached up to her breasts and started to pull and twist her nipples. My own nipples were painfully hard against the roughness of my dress and the clips I still wore; every move just made them more sensitive—I needed to undress.
Standing up, I undid the catch on the back of my dress, then let it fall to the floor. Lucy had pushed herself back on the bed and was sitting against the headboard. She leered as I undressed, as if I were a stripper she had hired for the night. I unclipped the nipple clamps; the cool air of the bedroom brought them a moment of relief. I then undid the clamp on my clit. “Oh God,” I exclaimed as a trickle of clear liquid slid down my thigh.
I climbed onto the bed and sat between her legs; following Lucy’s example, I started rubbing my pussy, our knuckles occasionally clashing together. I tried to match her speed and could already feel that Lucy was approaching another orgasm. Lucy pulled her hand out of the way. I pulled her by the neck to kiss her, our bodies pressing together.
As our clits touched, I could feel the wetness of her as we rubbed against each other. Our pussies ground together as if they were kissing, our juices mixing as our sensitive clits pressed together. As I pulled away from the kiss, Lucy, looking at me through half-closed eyes, said, “I could taste myself on you. Fist me again, God, please.”
Through pants, I managed to say to her that I needed her wet. I spat on my fingers and onto her pussy. I can not stand spitting—it is disgusting—but, in that moment, I did not care… I would have let her spit in my mouth; I would have let her put anything in my mouth.
I pushed two fingers in as Lucy rubbed her clit even faster; I leant down to those breasts that I adored and sucked them hard. I felt her buck and rock, screaming as another orgasm came. She was still rubbing herself, also holding my hand in place with hers. “Please, please, use your fist again.”
I withdrew from her. I was on the verge of coming myself, but I wanted to fist her. I managed to reach across and grab the bottle of lube. I squirted a generous amount on my hand and on Lucy’s pussy; then I pushed three fingers into her.
My three fingers were enough to make Lucy start to thrash about on the bed. Both of her hands were balled up into fists as she contorted on the mattress. It was then I inserted my little finger into her, my thumb still not inside but pressing against her clit as I pushed in and out, making her back arch. “FUUUCCCKKK!!!!” she bellowed.
“I’m going to put my hand in you. I’m going to make you black out,” I told her.
“Please,” she begged, tears falling from her eyes. “Do it, please stick your whole fist in, please.” Her body was ready; Lucy was ready. I pulled out and then, with everything I could muster, drove my whole fist into her.
“Aiiieee! AAAH! Oh, my fucking… oh God, fuuucck!” She screamed; it was a noise I would never forget—a combination of pleasure and pain, of torture and release. Such a sound coming from such a beautiful creature. Yet there she was, drenched in sweat, her fists clenched, her feet flapping, her face screwed up in ecstatic pleasure.
It was too much for me as well, and I came just from the sensory experience of it all. My hand spasmed inside Lucy, making her scream again; her eyes rolled back and then there was nothing from her but ragged gasping.
She had flopped back on the bed, having momentarily blacked out. Her pussy was now sodden, the sheets soaked from a combination of our juices and the lube. I pulled my hand out to a gasp of relief from Lucy.
I looked at her face; her eyes had fluttered open. She was breathing heavily, as if she had run a marathon. My God, what had I done to her? Lucy was weeping; she had pulled herself into a foetal position. I lay down next to her and spooned her, stroking her hair. “Why were you crying?” I asked her. “Were you in pain? Did I hurt you?”
Lucy turned; tears now streamed from her eyes. “No, it was nothing like that, I wanted that, I really wanted that. For some reason, it made me sad—sad for what I had lost, but also happy; far happier than I had ever been. I was so happy about what I had gained, what we had gained. I knew this was a weird relationship between the three of us, but I really loved it. I loved you, and I loved Rob.” She turned and kissed me; I could tell she was fighting a losing battle with exhaustion. It had been a long day. I switched the light off, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
To be continued
