Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

This story is a follow-up to Jade. I have divided it into three parts: Genevieve (which you may find in 'Loving Wives'), Hermione and Masoumeh. The first two parts are fictional, but only in the sense that they didn't actually happen. That they might have happened (or that my wife and I wished for them to happen) is a different matter entirely. The third part did indeed come to pass - and not that long ago. Not exactly in the timeframe I have given it, since the story form enabled me to compress what happened over a longer period of time into a single evening to enhance the dramatic effect. I hope you enjoy it all as much as my wife and I did...

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Hunter and Fatima did see Masoumeh a couple of times around the hotel before they flew back to England. In the event, it was the Iranian woman who asked whether the other couple were on Facebook, as she would be coming to England in the spring and thought it would be nice if they were able to meet up.

Fatima had to suppress a laugh - the idea that she, all of 26, would be using such an old person's site amused her greatly - but she recovered in time to say that neither she nor Hunter were on Facebook but perhaps they could keep in touch via WhatsApp. The women shared their numbers and set up a group of two, Hunter neither asking nor being asked to be included.

'Mission accomplished!' he said, as they made their way to the coffee shop, where they had arranged to meet an elderly couple they knew from the UK, who had ...

... arrived at the hotel only the previous evening.

It has to be said that returning to grey, damp England was a bit of a comedown after the sunshine and excitement of the Côte d'Azur. To make matters worse, Fatima had been nominated by her company to attend a pharmaceutical conference in the less than salubrious surroundings of Hull, a port city of nondescript appearance and dubious attractions on the north-east coast. The keynote speaker was an American who was attempting to revolutionise the industry through the use of natural products, who had been given the nickname Organic Otis by the wags in her office.

She'd attended a similar event a couple of years before, but on that occasion she was part of a three-person delegation. A slowdown in the economy and a reduced budget meant that on this occasion she would be attending the three-day event on her own. To put it mildly, she wasn't looking forward to the experience.

Hunter was full of positivity as always, telling her on the drive to the railway station that it was a good opportunity for networking. Buoyed at least a little by his enthusiasm, she kissed him in the station car park, telling him to drive off rather than wait around. She couldn't abide long, tearful goodbyes.

When she got to her hotel, which was part of the conference centre set-up and nothing to write home about, she had an hour or so in which to shower and change and get herself ready for the opening night welcoming dinner. She was put on a table on ...