The Virgin Punter - Sex Stories

The Virgin Punter

The Virgin 'Punter' As he walked along the quiet Brighton street Andrew Hunter was feeling unusually nervous, during his successful business career he'd been in many situations where he was unsure how he would control a meeting, but then the nervousness was accompanied by the thrill of challenge. Today was entirely different. Over one shoulder was slung an expensive overnight bag, over the other a leather suit bag. He considered this the minimum amount of luggage that would persuade a hotel receptionist that he was an out of towner. The hotel was discreetly positioned towards the street's end, it's presence only indicated by the double door and an unobtrusive sign over it. Like the street it was quiet, there being only one other person in the lobby who seemed absorbed over a copy of the Daily Mail. As he approached reception he smiled, the girl had chosen well, the small lift was out of immediate sight of the desk and the girl behind it was also reading, this time a book rather than a newspaper. He gave a discreet cough, then, when she looked up, introduced himself as having booked a room for the night. "Good afternoon you must be Mr Hunter?, my name is Jenny, we have your room all ready on the first floor and the flowers you requested have been delivered, if you are eating in the dining room tonight you will find a menu book and a wine list, if you wish call me and order in advance. As he walked towards the lift Jenny had already returned to her reading, yes he thought ...

... the girl had most certainly chosen the hotel venue well. Once in his room he called the girl, then, when she answered, gave her the room number, in return she told him to expect her at seven that evening emphasising that she was always punctual. At first Andrew thought her response was a little curt but after a moments thought figured she was just being discreet. Laying down on the bed his mind drifted away, what were the circumstances that had led to this tonight? The events of the night eight years ago hit him with absolute clarity, hearing the screaming even before opening the apartment door, realising it was coming from one of the smaller bedrooms, walking towards it and being almost deafened by the yelling obscenities. Wrenching the door open he saw the two of them, naked on the bed, locked together in a sexual frenzy and totally oblivious to his presence, if anything their pleasure may have been enhanced by it as the screaming became louder. After the divorce settlement had taken most of his money he buckled down to building up the business, devoting far too many hours to it. Luckily they hadn't had c***dren and his parents had passed away years ago, so with no one to care or concern himself about apart from his few employees, work became an obsession, "My god he thought, in all that time I've only dated twice and have effectively been celibate for the last three years". Now he had sold the business, wasn't rich but well off, he had decided that it was now his time, and ...