January
Rupert Chandler
and Adeline Coates were married, though not to each other, and lived with their
respective spouses in different parts of the county, Rupert lived on Beamont
Island and Adeline in Pepperstock Green.
They had been
having an affair for several months after meeting at a Halloween party at the Mablethorpe Spa
Hotel, neither of them had
strayed until that meeting and despite their best efforts to resist they
embarked upon an affair.
It was made
easy for them as they were both married to equally hard-working people, both
couples were childless, and although their marriages weren’t exactly loveless,
they had become stale.
Fortunately,
they were both in jobs that required them to travel on a regular basis, so
opportunities presented themselves quite readily with a little synchronization
of their diaries, but an actual dirty weekend was a little more difficult to
arrange.
However, an
opportunity presented itself towards the end of January on the weekend of the
Burns Night Supper.
Adeline was a
bit of golf widow and as her husband David worked for a Whisky distributer, he
was attending a company golf day as part of the Burns celebrations and on that
same weekend Ruperts wife Thomasina had arranged to visit her ailing mother in
Tipton.
They had
promised themselves that their first weekend liaison would be at the
Abbottsford Regent, but because of Burns Night they were fully booked so they
had to compromise, and Rupert booked them into the equally luxurious Beaumont
Park Hotel in Upper Gracewood.
As it was near
to Finchbottom they made their own way there and met at lunchtime on Friday, in
the car park of the Hummingbird Shopping Centre, before having lunch in a
Bistro-style restaurant and then split up as Adeline wanted to do some shopping
before they left.
“Ok lead on” he
said affably
“No, I don’t
need company for this” she said enigmatically and kissed him on the cheek
outside the Bistro and they went their separate ways.
Rupert was
intrigued by her secrecy, so he followed her from a safe distance and then
smiled when he saw her go into Silk and Lace, a classy lingerie shop.
“I think I’m in
for a treat” he said to himself and walked back to their meeting place and sat
down at a café table to wait for her.
When she
arrived back at the prearranged meeting point, she was clutching an assortment
of bags, he was on his second coffee, and she was looking very pleased with
herself.
“Hi” she said
and kissed him, then she whispered.
“I decided to
go shopping for you know what’s”
“That’s ok,” he
said kissing her back, knowing precisely what the “you know what’s” were,
because he’d followed her
“Wow” he
exclaimed “Are all those bags full of knickers?”
“Shhh” she
gestured “No of course not, but one thing led to another”
“Do you want a
drink?”
“No thanks, I’d
really like to get to the dirty weekend started” she replied with a leer
“Ok let’s go
then” he said and thought to himself that to the casual observer they must look
like an ordinary married couple.
“If they only
knew” he thought which led to another thought
“If only we
were”
They walked to
the car park and transferred her bags from her car to his and then they drove
to Upper Gracewood and checked into the Hotel.
They went up to
the room and let themselves in, and the room, or rooms, were amazing.
After dealing
with their luggage, he asked
“Do you fancy a
swim?”
“No thanks
babe, I want to try these on” she replied excitedly pointing at her purchases
“Ok, do you
mind if I go?” he asked
“Of course not”
she replied so he grabbed his trunks and left her to it.
When he got
back up to the room after his swim, he found her standing in front of the
mirror, sporting a luscious pair of pink silk knickers, as she tried to wrestle
her breasts into the matching bra.
The first one
would go in its cup with only a little persuasion but just as she got the
second one in, the first one popped out again or both nipples would suddenly
appear above the lace, and all the time her buttocks were doing the mumbo
inside her silk drawers, and he was enjoying her performance very much indeed.
“Is there
anything I can help with?” He asked lecherously
“I’ve bought
the wrong bloody cup size,” she snapped
“Did you only
buy one?” He enquired
“No of course
not” she replied crossly
“But they’re
all the same size” He speculated
“Yes” she
mumbled and stamped her feet. “And I wanted to look and feel stunning tonight”
“You always
look stunning,” Rupert said honestly
“That’s very
sweet” Adeline said and turned to kiss him, and both dark pink nipples peered
over the top of the pink lace.
“What am I
going to do?” she asked as she rested her head on his chest “I don’t want to
wear the black one, I’ve had it on all day”
“Go braless” He
suggested
“I can’t go
without a bra” she said horrified “I’m thirty-seven years old”
“Actually,
you’re thirty-eight” he corrected her “but you have fabulous breasts”
She frowned at
the correction of her age, but smiled and blushed when he complicated her
breasts, then she turned towards the mirror again and removed her ill-fitting
bra and began squishing and kneading her boobs in her reflection to evaluate
their pliability.
“No, I will not
go out to dinner with my thirty-eight-year-old boobs unholstered” she stated
“Ok then how
about a compromise?” he suggested, “You go braless, but we eat in the Hotel
restaurant”
“We can’t eat
here” Adeline said very definitely
“Have you seen
the menu?”
She picked up
the menu off the desk and gave it to him.
“It’s
ridiculously expensive”
“My treat” he
said throwing the menu on the bed without looking at it
“What is?” she
asked suspiciously “The dinner or my going braless”
“Both” he
replied
