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“Ambrose?” said Em, shifting in her comfy lounge seat on the terrace and deliberately letting her sarong slip open. This manoeuvre revealed not only one very long and very sexy bare leg but also her naked pussy. “Yes Em?” said Ambrose. He turned his head so he could gaze directly at her waxed slit with the sexy mini triangle of hair above it, on her desirable mound. He wanted to feast on it soon. His cock stirred beneath his own sarong. “When was the last time you were naughty?” she asked. Ambrose smiled. His cock hardened. It formed a perceptible bump in his sarong. They were having a weekend break at a beach place. It was a rare treat since their business schedules lately had basically meant that they met at their front door, one of them arriving home, the other going off on yet another trip. Em had been the most recent arrival home. She had been to Asia and Europe and, as Ambrose knew very well, she would have had at least one little adventure. His cock firmed fully while he considered exactly what that adventure might have entailed. His cock then thrust through the front fold of his sarong and stood straight up. Em said, “I’ll suck that in a little while.” His cock instantly pulsed and glistened with pre-cum. “Well,” he said, looking directly at Em who had now loosened the top of her sarong to reveal her pert, desirable breasts and their now hard, erect nipples, “why don’t you tell me first when you were last naughty?” Em smiled. It was her special coquettish smile, the one she reserved for occasions such as this, with Ambrose and occasionally for lovers in other circumstances as Ambrose also knew. That latter fact excited him. She let the sarong fall loosely to her hips, revealing her erotically flat tummy and that sexy little belly-button that so many men would risk crawling over broken glass to lick and kiss. Em had once told him, long ago, that on her business trips many approached the door hoping to press the buzzer but relatively few got there and even fewer gained entry. That also excited him, especially when she later told him it might average one per trip. Em travelled overseas four or five times a year and had been doing so for ten years. The mathematics was not hard to work out. “I’ve been away for three weeks Ambrose. I had a couple of nice massages, but that’s not what I want to tell you about. You go first.” Ambrose smiled again. He loved having dirty conversations with Em. She was the sexiest woman he knew. “All right,” he said, “I’ll go first but only if you tell me about those massages as well. I’m assuming they were very hot, and in your hotel room?” Em nodded. Ambrose’s mouth went dry with lust. He loved to imagine Em naked, being hotly massaged in a hotel room by a man, or a woman, with sex to follow. He knew this happened on every overseas business trip Em took. Ambrose swiftly considered his position. They didn’t tell each other everything, he and Em. For example, Em had never mentioned her by now longish-term lover, a much younger man. Ambrose had met etimesgut escort him once or twice, when their business circles briefly entwined, and had taken an instant liking to him. He had asked a well-connected friend to check him out on a business and character reference basis. He had come up with a clean bill of health. He was nice and no risk to Em’s physically safety. That was all that mattered and Ambrose had left the matter there. His latest activity should not be mentioned, he felt. It had involved an opportunistic interlude with Em’s boss who was a very feisty blonde. He had been delighted to discover after they’d had lunch the previous weekend that she was not a real blonde at all. The dark and impeccably manicured deep V of hair he found in her little white see-through panties was to die for. Further, since she was married to someone with a high profile whom both Em and he also knew socially, a hotel in their home town had seemed risky. Ambrose had bent one of his normally firm rules and taken her back to the town house he shared with Em. He had fucked her first in her panties (god that had been hot!) on his and Em’s big bed and then, later, twice, naked, in the Jacuzzi in the courtyard at the back. They had both known that they would fuck each other again when the opportunity arose. Ambrose desired that the opportunity should arise at a reasonable frequency. She was very hot indeed. It was best to keep that one under wraps. An earlier event would have to do. It was not quite within the framework of Em’s latest overseas absence. Ambrose consoled himself over his half untruth with the thought that Em’s interest would be piqued on hearing of the liaison he would mention. The woman was head of a large industrial organization, a mover and shaker. (Ambrose allowed himself a secret smile when he considered this factor: she had indeed proved to be a mover and a shaker.) He told Em the story. They had experienced a minor frisson when they faced each other across a big table. Ambrose had been advising the other parties to the discussion. At lunch, carefully, among a crowd of people, he had said to her, “We should have a chat sometime.” “We should,” she replied. They did. It took place in her hotel suite after dinner that evening. She had been a tiger. She met him at the door wearing just her hotel robe. It was open. She had a tiny little landing strip and surprisingly pert breasts for a woman of her age. She was slightly older than he. She had a fabulously taut ass and astonishingly powerful thighs, which he experienced in delightful detail when she rode him reverse cowgirl style and when he woke her up and doggy-styled her in the middle of the night. What had captivated him, however, was that the moment he arrived at her suite she led him to the bedroom and jumped him 69-style, straddling him and tearing off his clothes and sinking her mouth over his hugely erect cock. She moaned and writhed on his tongue. He came in her mouth. Ambrose eryaman escort had fucked her four more times. Once missionary, hard, fast, hot, and with lots of noise, before they had slept entangled in her bed. Once cowgirl; once doggy, when he woke her up and turned her gently over onto her front, in the middle of the night. He pushed a pillow under her hips and split her like a peach; and once again in the shower early the next morning, before he crept away unseen and she got a taxi to the airport. “So it was hot, Ambrose?” said Em. It wasn’t really a question. She had thrown away her sarong and was naked, her fingers playing with her pussy. Plainly it had been hot enough for Em. “Do I know her?” she asked. This time it really was a question. Ambrose said, “Probably. But I’m not going to tell you her name.” Em smiled. “Then I shall just have to wonder, Ambrose. I have some meetings next week that might be interesting in that regard.” Ambrose smiled back at her. “You are one hell of sexy woman Em. Now it’s your turn. Tell me about the massages first.” He threw away his own sarong and took his cock in his hand. Em spread her legs in the big chair facing him. Ambrose saw that her pussy lips were open, showing the hot dark entrance that he and a number of other lucky men and one or two women had been privileged to see and to play with and to enter. He loved how her little trimmed triangle pointed directly to the gates of heaven below. “Okay,” said Em. “I’ll tell you about the massages. I went to Osaka first, but of course you know that.” Ambrose did. They always provided each other with copies of their travel itineraries. A girlfriend had given her the number of a very classy outcall massage service that catered to the better off among Japanese office ladies. It was expensive but very happy to accommodate foreign lady travellers and serviced a wide range of requirements. It was, she had told Em, the best you could find. Em had been in Osaka for three days. On the last night she had known the business dinner she was going to would end early. She had booked with the outcall service earlier, by email. She had said she wanted a real (and really hot) Japanese experience. She had got her wish, at some expense, from 9.30 to 11.30 with a naked, tattooed Japanese masseur who had excellently and professionally massaged her very warmly, pussy included, with his hands and then hotly and wetly with his tongue. He had then nailed her to the bed missionary style with his very fat, long and firm cock. His cock had been naked and when she had tasted it first, earlier in the massage, the man had made little Japanese pleasure noises and she had said, “Hot, inside.” It had remained naked and he had shot her full of hot cum. It had made her shout with pleasure. Ambrose said, “You have all the fun, Em.” Em smiled. “I probably do, Ambrose. I expect I’m very naughty. But Shanghai was better.” Ambrose stroked his tumescent cock. “Tell me about Shanghai, Em.” She smiled again, sincan escort pushing three fingers into her pussy and beginning to masturbate and saying to Ambrose, “I want you to fuck me soon, upstairs in our bed. Any way you like.” Ambrose proposed to fuck Em in her desirable mouth, between her hot lips, and then in the hot hole between her legs, and then in her ass, not necessarily in that order. He remained silent about this plan, though he had no doubt that Em would revel in it. “I was in Shanghai for two nights, as you also know,” Em said. “I went to a sex club with my Chinese host. We watched a 90-minute sex massage strip scene. The ‘masseur’ stripped his ‘female client’ naked as he commenced the massage. “He tore off her little red skirt and her black blouse. She was wearing a tiny red bra and a little black string. After a little while and some delightfully erotic massage play, he tore those off too. “The woman had a full beaver in the Chinese style. Seeing that open for business was delightful. The sex went all the way. Seeing her getting her hair hotly parted by a long hard cock was an absolute turn-on. Seeing her writhing and hearing her shouting when her ‘masseur’ filled her with hot cum was tremendously exciting.” Em paused. Her eyes took on a faraway look. “My host thought so too,” she said. “He asked me if I was like that and I said no. He said he’d like to see what I was like. I said I thought he should.” Ambrose gripped his cock tighter. “And he did get to see what you’re like of course?” he said. “Of course,” said Em. “He said there were rooms at the club where couples could do play-massage and asked if I would like to do that with him. I just looked at him and he called a waiter over and booked a room immediately.” Ambrose began to masturbate. “What happened then?” he asked. Em poked out the little pink tip of her tongue to moisten her lips. She knew very well that this was a very erotic thing to do. Ambrose’s cock hardened further. “The lighting was very dim, Ambrose,” she said. “A new act had begun. This one involved an attractive woman who evidently was playing the part of a wife left alone in a hotel for the day. She had called an outcall service and was being very hotly and loudly stripped on the bed at that time.” She paused again. “Liung, that was his name, he’s the CEO of the company I’d been talking to, slipped a hand up my dress and into my panties. He found my clit immediately and made me come very quickly.” Ambrose licked his lips. “What happened then Em?” Em’s eyes took on a faraway look. Her fingers, in her vagina, began to stir. “He took me to the room he’d booked and gave me a little tasselled string to tie round my hips. It had six tassels with little glass pendants at the front and it seriously disturbed my pussy while I was face-down on the bed and he was massaging my ass and the top of my legs,” she said. “He gave me the story-line. He told me to imagine that I was very hot married woman who had booked a very special massage in her hotel room on a business trip far from home and that he was the naked masseur who had been lucky enough to get the job. “None of that was very hard to imagine. Especially the naked masseur bit. He had a full erection throughout the massage. “It was a 60-minute massage, thirty minutes each side.
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