The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day - Sex Stories

The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day

... continued, about a New Year’s Eve party with seven couples in a room with two beds, a couch and a floor, and when Ron stopped talking he groaned and his fluid mixed with hers. Again they collapsed with exhaustion, recovery time was spent with a hand on a leg, a breast, and both felt gratified. "So, how did I do?" Ron asked. "Excuse me?” "On the scale that you rated your guys on last night, what is my score?” "Oh! Well, on that thirty point scale, you get 27 or 28 I guess.” Ron laughed. "What, not a perfect score?” "You came the first time too quickly," she teased. "You were supposed to keep at it until I begged you to stop." A kiss for fun, a tickle of a clit. "And I assume I got a passing grade?” Ron answered, "An A plus for the student.” Gayle glanced to the bedside clock, the hour of two was retreating. "Oh, it’s going to be an early morning," Gayle complained. "Stay," Ron suggested, "we can be miserable together.” A quick giggle, then, "No, I’d love it, but no." She found the garb that had been insolently distributed through the room, tucked herself in, tried to brush herself so that if someone happened to see her she wouldn’t look like too much of a slut and, following a quick kiss and compliments to each other on the performance, she called the elevator and fell three ...

... stories to her bed. Ron 'accidentally' bumped into her at the coffee bar at the conference, his eyes, she thought, looked as bloodshot as hers were, and yet they were happy. "Lunch?" he tempted. "Why not?" she agreed. The morning’s proceedings drawled by, and after she’d checked in with the office and a couple of clients, Ron approached her. "Where should we eat?" Gayle asked. "How about my room? I haven’t checked out.” Gayle tittered at the effrontery, then quickly agreed. She grabbed her rolling suitcase, the elevator rose, the door was locked behind them. There wasn’t much time, Gayle’s flight was in less than four hours, and so the ceremonies of foreplay were compressed, Gayle’s first orgasm happened quickly, the doggie position was assumed on the couch, and less than ten minutes later the couple achieved the goal of a simultaneous orgasm. As they wriggled back into their clothing, Ron suggested, "Listen, when we get back to Philly, do you think we could see each other?” Gayle turned her back to him, he zipped her up, and she considered the proposition. Did she want to see this man again? Most definitely. But was she in the mood for another affair, another round of cheating on her husband, of lying to him, hiding from him? "Maybe," she appealed, "call me in a few weeks."