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Newcastle was not a city I knew well, in fact, hardly at all. I had been there maybe three times in my life. As a sales rep based mostly in the south of England, trips north were a rare experience. The local guy had broken his leg in a skiing accident, and the client was an important one, hence the trip.*quot;Room four twenty-six, sir. Enjoy your stay,*quot; the pretty receptionist smiled as she handed me the key card.I made a mental note that if the chance offered itself, I would try to get on the inside of her panties. In the past, I had a degree of success in hotels down south, so maybe the north would be as accommodating.The room was exactly the same as every other Premier Inn I had ever stayed in. The company had a contract with the hotel chain, and all of us reps used them. It had been a long drive, a cup of coffee from the self-service tray and a shower were my number one priority.Standing in the shower, my mind went back to the receptionist, she must have been about thirty, half my age, but that had never bothered me in the past. Cunts young and old were just as enjoyable in their own ways. Soon my cock was in my hand, and letting the hot water pour over my body, my mind was replaying my last sexual encounter with a woman about my own age the week before.The wet cunt and tight arsehole, and the gasps of her several orgasms*as we fucked the night away. Two minutes later jets of spunk shot from my cock and onto the shower screen.As I dried myself in front of the mirror I smiled at my still half hard cock. Maybe not the biggest, but at a hard seven inches, it had served me well, and would do again. At close to sixty, I was still in reasonable shape, maybe a few too many pounds, but being a keen squash player had kept the worst ravages of time at bay. Okay, my hair was now a very light grey, but still totally covered my head, and was cropped short bursa escort which I preferred.Pulling on a fresh shirt and jeans I headed for the lobby. It felt good to be out of my suit for at least a few hours. The hotel restaurant was full of the typical cross-section of people one expects to find at a Premier Inn. A group of rather loud young guys in suits. They reminded me of myself thirty years ago. Each trying to outdo the others with tales of huge contracts they were about to close, of their latest sexual conquest.Several middle-aged couples and one strikingly attractive woman sitting alone. She looked to be in her late thirties, maybe a touch older. Long blond hair, a patterned blouse containing, what appeared to be ample breasts. A knee length skirt, that slid a little up one leg revealing a stocking covered thigh. Her hands were slim with red painted nails, and her face was difficult to describe, not beautiful, but, had she been a man, you would describe it as handsome.After eating my chicken korma*and downing a pint of larger, I was considering approaching her with some lame excuse of asking if she knew Newcastle well*and were there any good walks in the area. When to my annoyance, she got up and made for the exit. As she passed my table our eyes met and she gave me the merest of smiles and was gone. The subtle scent of her expensive perfume lingering in my nostrils.An hour later found me strolling along a wide main street and heading for a pub I vaguely remembered from a previous visit. But drinking alone in as a stranger in a town pub is not exactly a comfortable event. So I had another pint of larger and headed off deeper into the side streets of the ancient city.I passed several bars and clubs, but none caught my eye until turning into an even smaller street I saw a small club that seemed cosier than the rest. The name bursa escort bayan Eros was illuminated in a purple sign above the door and the inside looked more inviting than the flashing strobe lighting of the larger, noises clubs.As I walked up to the bar I was glad I had decided to opt for jeans rather than my suit, as I would have looked too out of place. Already I could see this was not a club aimed at teenagers, but rather at a slightly older clientele.The barman smiled brightly as I ordered a large gin and tonic, and pouring it in a very theatrical way said, *quot;Welcome to Eros sir, I do hope you find what you are looking for.*quot;I thought that was rather a strange comment, but shrugged it off. Walking toward an empty table I spotted the attractive woman from my hotel. She was sitting alone in a small side booth absent-mindedly running a finger around the rim of her cocktail glass. Looking up, she gave me another slight smile. One that seemed to say, hello stranger.In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought and went over to her. *quot;Hello, I hope you don't mind, but I recognized you from the hotel. Are you a stranger you Newcastle, as I am?*quot;She looked at me for what seemed an age before saying. *quot;Yes, in town for a few days on business.*I assume you are as well?*quot;I nodded and said, *quot;Yes, two, maybe three days, depending on how it goes.*quot;*quot;Well, stranger, my name is Trudy.*Maybe we can be strangers together.*Would you care to join me?*quot;*quot;Colin, the name's Colin, and I would love to.*Can I order you another drink?*quot;*quot;Thank you, I will have a Martini,*quot; she said as I slid into the seat opposite her and signalled the waiter.The next two hours seemed to fly by as we chatted about our work, hobbies, and social life. It turns out she was a cosmetics consultant that visited large stores to help them with marketing ideas.By the time we left escort bursa the club we were both, not so much drunk, more in a state of happy relaxation. I insisted we took a cab back to the hotel. To be honest, I couldn't remember the way. But mainly I didn't want to be more than a couple of feet away from her. Her smile, her slightly masculine voice, her perfume. Her whole body seemed to ooze sex, and I was on the prowl.It turned out, our rooms were on the same floor and only four doors apart.Do you know that awkward moment? That one where you are not sure of the next move. Well, that is where I found myself as we reached her door. I needn't have worried, she took the initiative and putting a soft hand on my neck pulled me forward and kissed me deeply. Our two tongues slipped over each other and a sense of urgent sexual need flooded me.*quot;I need to shower and freshen up, and I am sure you do as well. Why don't we both do just that, leave your door ajar and I will be along in fifteen minutes.*quot; Her words still ringing in my ears, I entered my room, leaving the door slightly ajar and headed for the shower. There was no doubt in my mind that the tits I had been trying to glimpse and the legs that had rubbed against mine in the taxi would soon be laid naked to my gaze.I was still drying myself in the shower room when I heard the soft click of the door closing. I could hear the rustle of clothes, and the sound made by the bed as she made herself comfortable.Walking naked into the bedroom I was greeted by the sight of her laid down, head propped up on the pillow with the sheet pulled up to her neck.*quot;Hidden treasures?*quot; I grinned.*quot;Yes and all yours to discover,*quot; she purred. *quot;Now kiss me while I stroke that lovely looking cock of yours.*quot;Standing beside the bed I leant over and once more our tongues mated, though this time there was no pretence, no holding back, we were definitely tongue fucking each other's mouths.Slowly she slid the sheet down to her waist and two of the most perfect tits I had ever seen came into view. Firm and tanned, each topped with a firm brown nipple that begged to be sucked.