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When fantasies coincide. Pt. 04
The second year continued, with two more adventures to consolidate our new lifestyle.
Robin. Forty-Four.
The accommodation for the September conference was at a nearby Premier Inn.
As with all the conferences Jan attends, it started with an informal get-together for the attendees to become acquainted. Jan told me that while doing the rounds, she noted a number of what she termed ‘likely candidates for fun and frolics', by which she means guys who were attractive and seemed interested in her.
Eventually, she found herself on the edge of the crowd, talking to a middle-aged guy called Robin. Good-looking, dark-haired, and a smooth talker, Jan decided ‘Robin would do', if he was of the same mind, of course.
Saying it was growing stuffy in the crowded room, Robin suggested they take a walk outside, ‘the serious business of the conference doesn't get under way ‘till tomorrow, so we won't miss anything'.
Jan agreed, so they left the conference hall and walked away, with Robin telling Jan about himself.
A married man with children, Robin was forty-four.
So, the guy was eleven years her senior. Jan reciprocated by telling him a bit about herself and finding they were approaching a pub, suggested popping in for a drink, remarking that the September evening was growing a bit chilly.
Inside, Robin went off to order the drinks, leaving Jan to find a table. She found one in an alcove formed by a bow window, which looked ideal, and sat down on the bench-type seat facing into the room. Joining her with the drinks, Robin slid onto the bench seat beside her, congratulating Jan on her choice of table.
Lowering his voice, Robin went on to tell Jan that his wife was no longer interested in sex. Squeezing Jan's thigh under cover of the table, he added that he thought her attitude would be different.
"As soon as I clapped eyes on you in the conference hall, I thought you'd be a stockings and suspenders type of girl, and I was right."
Robin was tracing the outline of a suspender through Jan's skirt as he spoke.
"My husband is interested in sex but not very often and doesn't really satisfy me on the infrequent occasions we have sex." Jan confided; her reply delighted me, of course.
"Hmm, that sounds interesting," Robin said, continuing to stroke her thigh.
Uncrossing her legs, Jan allowed them to drift apart, with Robin's hand continuing to stroke her thighs.
The table in front of them concealed the activity taking place beneath it from the rest of the room, and Jan felt him working the hem of her skirt upwards.
"You chose the perfect table, my dear," he told Jan, his hand now under her skirt.
As his fingers slid over her stocking top, Jan allowed her legs to drift further apart, and soon the tips of Robin's fingers were stroking the narrow strip of material between her thighs. "Pity you've got knickers on," he breathed in her ear.
"Maybe we should head back to your room, where you can take them off me," she whispered.
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