The Seminar

“But I already am. I’m a maid for God’s sake!” she said.

I continued, “You don’t understand Rachelle, I mean you will be my sexual servant. For the rest of my stay we shall spend as much time together as possible, including your time off and you shall do my sexual bidding. How do you feel about that?”

Rachelle seemed to enjoy the possibility and looking me sweetly in the eye simply purred, “Yes Miss Johnstone.”

“Now for tonight you will stay with me. We shall share my bed and we shall fuck all night. And Rachelle, you will finger your own arse or I will do it for you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss Johnstone.”

Rachelle and I spent the most glorious night together exploring each others bodies, friggingh ourselves, frigging each other and making good use of the vibrator I always carried with me to seminars. And yes, late into the night she did get to finger fuck her own arse whilst I licked her to orgasm.

As we awoke Rachelle got up and dressed quickly to get downstairs to start her shift. I simply put on a robe and walked her to the door. As she left I told her to come to my room at 7 p.m. when her shift ended.

“Yes Miss Johnstone.” She said with a smile.

I lent forward, my tits swinging in full view and kissed her on the lips just at the very moment when the guest in the room opposite open their door to pick up their morning paper. It was a women who looked at me, took in the whole scene in an instant and quickly closed her door. Rachelle looked worried and hurried off to work. For myself I thought, what the fuck! So she saw me kissing Rachelle and probably realised that we had spent the night together. Did it really matter that a stranger in a strange town knew I was bisexual.

I would find out in due course……………………….

The Seminar – Part2.

Nine-thirty saw the start of my seminar day with an initial presentation on Denial of Service hacker threats. Whilst the talk was interesting and professional I couldn’t really concentrate thinking of Rachelle and the night we had just spent together.

After a couple of hours we broke for coffee and I wandered into the anti-room and grabbed a cup of strong black coffee. I made my way to the back of the room near the doors out onto a sun terrace to enjoy the view and clear my mind in the hope that I would start concentrating on my work. As I stood drinking I felt a tap on the shoulder and turned to see a women, in her late forties perhaps, smiling at me. She introduced herself as Claire and asked if I was enjoying the seminar thus far.

I responded politely, feeling in some way as if I knew her or at least had made her acquaintance. We continued our chat for a few minutes when I asked her, by way of conversation, if she was staying in the hotel.

Claire responded, “Yes, I’m in room 340 just across the hall from you!”.

The penny dropped. I stuttered, “Oh yes, I saw you this morning didn’t I, picking up your newspaper….” And trailed off into an embarrassed silence. I could feel myself flushing red.

“Indeed you did!” she replied, “and you’re the woman I saw kissing the maid goodbye, presumably after spending the night with her, are you not?”.

Her frankness made me even more embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say but Claire broke the silence by continuing, “pretty little thing isn’t she. What’s her name”.

“Rachelle.” I said, before even thinking about it.

“And am I right about you and her?”

“Look!”, I said quietly, “shall we continue this conversation on the sun terrace?”, worried that people may be over hearing what we were saying.

Claire and I walked out onto the terrace where she said, “So am I right?”

I looked at her silently, she was well kept, in her late forties, as I said, about 5’ 6” tall with a very good figure. Her breasts were fairly big for her frame but not huge and her hair was long and lightly permed. After the initial silence I decided to respond as frankly as she was asking. Whilst she wasn’t my usual type I thought her attractive and figured she would hardly be asking such leading questions unless she too had some interest in me, sexually that is.

“Yes you are right. Rachelle did spend the night in my room. Does that interest you?”, I asked.

“If it did, would that be okay with you?” she replied.

“Yes I think it would be okay with me.”

We were both being careful what to say, neither of us wanting to say the words so I decided to move the conversation on by asking Claire if she was ‘that way inclined’.

“Look, I think we are both talking about the same thing here. I’m not a lesbian, but I am bisexual and if you might be interested in some company during this week then I would certainly be keen for us to get to know one another a little better.”

This seemed to break the ice and Claire responded by saying that she would certainly like to spend some time with me but questioned whether she was my type in light of the fact that Rachelle was so young. I whispered to her that whilst my preference was generally for younger girls I thought her most attractive and re-iterated that if she wanted some company then I was ‘game’.

“Splendid!” she said in a posh voice, “how about we meet this evening?”

“That sounds good to me”, I said and then remembered that I had told Rachelle to come to my room at 7:00pm. I decided not to tell Claire this and instead asked if she could make it fairly early, say 6:00pm and if possible that she come to my room. I figured it might be interesting if Rachelle arrived once Claire was already there.

Claire said that 6:00 suited her fine since her last seminar session was due to finish at 4:00pm. With that, she gave me a wink, before turning and walking back into the seminar room for the next session.

The rest of the day was fairly straightforward with a number of talks interspersed with a buffet lunch. Although, to tell the truth, my mind was still not really on the job, rather, engaged as it was, on Rachelle, Claire and the potential for this week away from home, to turn into an experience to remember. I finished my last session at 5:00 p.m. and went to the bar for a quick couple of drinks. I felt I needed to relax myself as the thought of Claire’s visit had made me tense and excited all day. After a couple of whiskies, I went up to my room to prepare.

As soon as I had closed the door, I stripped out of my formal clothes and turned on the shower. I wanted to save myself for the possibilities ahead but as soon as I felt the cascading water on my flesh I just couldn’t resist a quick feel. This, somewhat inevitably, led to bringing myself off thinking once again of the beautiful young Rachelle and the more mature and undoubtedly more experienced Claire. The thought of them both together finally bought me to a tremendous orgasm.

Having finished my shower and my wank I dressed again in a Japanese style kimono-wrap under which I put on stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties. I thought just a robe was too simple and wanted Claire to see me at my sexiest. By the time I had dressed it was only a few minutes to six and, quickly tidying my room, I sat on the bed and waited for Claire. I still wasn’t totally sure she would turn up. After all we had only spoken for a few minutes. A few minutes in which we had been unbelievably frank and open with each other about our sexuality. It may be that she would have second thoughts but I dearly hoped not.

I was not to be disappointed as only a few minutes after six there was a gentle knock on my door. I opened it to see Claire before me, beautifully made up and wearing a short black dress, black stockings and, if I wasn’t mistaken, no bra. I couldn’t resist wondering if she had also left off her knickers. She had made a great effort to look her best, which made me glad I had done the same.

I showed her in. In anticipation of the evening ahead I had, at lunchtime, arranged for three bottles of good white wine to be put in my mini-bar to chill. Claire sat down and made herself comfortable whilst I opened the first bottle and offered her a glass. I still made no mention of Rachelle but knew that I would have to move things along quickly with Rachelle due to arrive in a little under an hour.

I sat down opposite Claire and sipped my drink. She did the same, with neither of us knowing quite what to say. Eventually I reverted to safety and simply commented on how lovely her dress was. Claire leaped at the opportunity my compliment provided to start a conversation.

“You look very good yourself, Sue,” she said, “that kimono is beautiful.”

“Thanks”, I said, “I wanted to make the effort to look my best for you.”

“I hope I’m worth it” she said looking at herself.

“Oh believe me, from where I’m sitting you are most definitely worth it” I responded.

Claire by this time had already finished her glass of wine and stood to pour herself another and to top up my glass. As she did so she reverted to the frankness with which she had first spoken to me that morning and asked bluntly, “So, tell me Sue have you masturbated today?”

“Good God, what a question!” I said.

“Not really.”, she said, “we both know we fancy each other and hopefully we are both here to do something about it. For myself, I’ve returned to my room twice during the day to masturbate myself. I just haven't been able to stop thinking about meeting you tonight and imagining what you and the little maid got up to last night. I’ve been so excited I just had to bring myself off. Are you telling me you haven’t been feeling the same?”

“Well I have to admit when I showered to get ready I did frig myself. Like you I’ve been pretty excited all day.” I responded.

“And what did you think about as you played with yourself?”

“You, of course!” I said, “and Rachelle. To tell the truth I imagined you and her together!”

“Me and the little maid, wow!”, said Claire, “Due you think I might be able to meet her as well sometime this week?

“Who knows.” I said, determined not to let on just yet, that Rachelle was due to come to my room within the next hour, “but if you do I expect you to put on a good show for me.”

“Do you like to watch then?” she asked.

“Well I like to get involved, but yeah, watching is fun too.” I said.

“So how about I start this evening with a little show for you then?” Claire asked.

“Perfect, that would be just perfect, Claire”, I said, thinking how great it would be for Rachelle to arrive during Claire’s ‘performance’.

Claire smiled and stood, saying, “Why don’t you start by putting on some music and then tell me what you would like me to do.”

I put on the radio and set it to some gentle background type music and then told Claire that I would love to watch her masturbate for me.

Claire turned her back to me and started to gently sway her hips. As she did so, in time to the music, she reached behind her back and lowered the zip on her little black dress. As the back fell open it confirmed that she had indeed chosen not to wear a bra. The skin of her back was beautiful. She slowly pulled the dress from her shoulders and pushed it down to her hips. Still not turning to show me anything, she danced some more and them, placing her fingers back into the dress she pushed it down to the floor and stepped out of it. I was right about the knickers too. Claire wore none and stood before me but still facing away. Her bottom was firm and smooth looking like that of women half her age. Her legs were slender and her ankles slight.

I so desperately wanted her to turn around. I had started to rub my mound through the silk of my kimono and at the same time was pinching my nipples with my other hand.

Claire then took two steps to the table/desk at the end of my room and bending forward rested her shoulders on the tabletop and slightly spread her legs. It was the most gorgeous site. A beautifully fit, nearly fifty year-old women showing her nude arse to me and together with a totally sexy hint of pussy between her spread legs, still clad in her stockings and suspender belt. It was a stunning scene that made me sigh out load with lust.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked in a gentle whisper.

“Oh yes, oh yes…” I replied as my own masturbation took on a more frantic urge. I pulled my panties to one side and inserting a finger into my cunt started to finger fuck myself. Claire looking over her shoulder saw what I was doing and smiled. Turning her head away from me again she reached between her legs and started to frig her own pussy spreading her pussy lip wide. Then she bought both hands behind her arse and spread her bottom cheeks wide. Her arsehole was fully exposed to me.

“Suck me.”, she whispered.

I fell to my knees and crawled over to her. Still on my knees I held her arse cheeks apart and started to lick both her arse hole and her pussy. My tongue darted deep into her cunt as she squirmed on the table top returning her own hand to her clit and started rubbing hard.

“God this is soooo good Sue!”, she explained almost breathlessly, “bring me off, frig me sue, fuck my cunt, fuck my arse, just please fuck me.”

I continued licking at her thighs and pussy and at the same time spat on my index finger and inserted it gently into her arse hole. I started to finger fuck her arse nice and gentle as she started to shake. I knew she was coming and pulled away from her. Sitting on the floor between her legs I watched as she continued to work on her clit and pussy.

“God, God…I’m coming” she groaned as her legs gave way and she collapsed on the floor next to me wringing the last throws of orgasm out of herself. For the first time I saw her tits. Her nipples were huge and brown. They must have been sticking out nearly an inch and her pussy was covered in sticky juices. She was truly spent and looked just so unbelievably sexy. I lent forward and kissed her full and deep as she put her hand onto my knickers and grabbing the thin material drew it up between my pussy lips and started to pull it up and down hard. She was bringing me off using my panties. I shouted for her to do it harder and harder until I too reached a fantastic orgasm. We sat on the floor kissing and hugging each other.

“That was just great!”, she said, “I’m so glad I saw you and Rachelle this morning, otherwise I would never had guessed that you and I could have such fun together. I want more, I want to stay all night with you. I want to do things together that you have never even thought off.”

“I’m so glad we met too. You are just so sexy. I hope you don’t mind me saying this but I have never been with an older women before. Its like having sex with my….” I stopped myself.

“Go on.” Said Claire.

“No, no, what I was going to say would sound rude and I wouldn’t mean it like that.” I replied.

“Go on you can say what you want, I won’t be insulted.” She said.

“Well I was going to say that it’s like having sex with my mother! Is that okay to say that. Like I say I mean it in the nicest possible way. I promise.” I said.

“I’m not upset at all Sue,” said Claire, “it’s a nice thought that you see me as s sexy mother figure. Perhaps we could take that idea a little further into some role-playing. Would that be fun Sue?”

I thought about the possibilities of what Claire was saying and agreed that the idea of some role playing with her as my mother could be real fun and ever so naughty and dirty. I kissed her again and whispered gently that I would very much like her to ‘be my mother’ for the week.

I pulled myself back onto the bed and Claire stood, straightened her stockings and sat down in the chair keeping her legs a little open to give me a full view of her wet pussy. “Why don’t you take a little more off” she said.

I thought for a moment and decided what better time to start the role-play. “I can’t mum!” I said and saw Claire smile at my use of the term ‘mum’, “You see I have been naughty and haven’t told you everything.”

“You mean to say you’ve been lying to your mother!” she responded in character, “have you got something to tell me then?”

“Sorry mum, it’s just that I have invited a friend to my room this evening. It was going to be a surprise but I know now that I should have told you; I shouldn’t lie to my mum.” I said trying to look as much like a naughty girl as I could.

“And who is this friend you have invited over” Claire asked.

“Its Rachelle”. I said.

“Really!” she said in reply, “well why don’t we have some fun then. Introduce me as your mother. Then we can play around in front of her and she how she responds. Wouldn’t that be fun.”

I could immediately see the possibilities and agreed to go along with Claire pretending to me my mum in front of Rachelle. I tidied myself up and Claire put her dress back on and tidied her hair. We then hugged each other again like schoolgirls on a sleepover and awaited Rachelle’s arrival.

It was a few minutes before six when there came a knock on the door. I opened it and there was Rachelle looking as sexy as ever in her uniform. Figuring that she wouldn’t recognise Claire from the brief encounter in the corridor the morning before, I showed her in. As she entered the room Claire stood to greet her. Rachelle look shocked to see her. She turned to me and said “I didn’t know you had company, I’d better come back latter”.

“No”, I said, “don’t be silly. Rachelle this is my mother. Mum this is Rachelle the maid I told you about. Rachelle has promised to look after me personally during my stay.”

“Pleased to meet you Rachelle,” said Claire, “Its unusual to have a personal maid. I hope my daughter is treating you well.”

“Yes thank you madam.” Said Rachelle.

“So what are you here to do now Rachelle?” said Claire knowing she was putting Rachelle on the spot.

“Oh I was erh, umm”, she stuttered.

I cut in, “Rachelle has finished her shift for today and I invited her to join me for a light supper to thank her for her efforts so far”.

“Oh fine” said Claire, “we can all eat together then if that’s okay with you Rachelle but first let’s have some wine together.”

“Thank you madam” replied Rachelle, “that would be nice”.

We all sat together drinking wine and generally making polite conversation when Claire winked at me and smiled. I knew she was going to so something but I didn’t know what. True to form she was blunt in the extreme.

“Tell me Rachelle, I hope my daughter hasn’t asked you to do anything above and beyond the call of duty.”

“I don’t know what you mean madam” replied Rachelle politely.

“Mother! Please” I exclaimed.

“Oh come on Sue, you know what I mean.” Replied Claire and turning to Rachelle who was by know looking slightly confused, continued, “you see Rachelle, my daughter is bi-sexual and has a taste for, how shall I put it, younger girls like you! It’s got her into trouble before and I would hate for it to do so again. So if she makes a move on you, you must feel free to decline her. But please don’t report her and get her into trouble.

“Mum!”, I exclaimed again, “please! You’re embarrassing me.”

Rachelle didn’t know where to look. She glanced at me looking for guidance.

Claire, who was putting on a superb performance, looked at us both glancing at each other and said, “I detect some vibes going on here! Sue, have you been compromising this beautiful young girl?”

“No mother!”, I said, “I haven’t done anything.”

“You’re lying to me!” Claire responded, “I can see it in your face. I told you never to lie to your Mother.” And then turning directly to Rachelle, she said forcefully, “Rachelle, I want you to tell me honestly, has my daughter tried it on with you? And don’t try to cover for her, if she has I want to know.”

Rachelle, being so young, acted like a little girl and immediately started ‘spilling the beans’, “yes she has. Last night she talked me into undressing for her.”

“Is that all she did?”

“Well no, she made me do things as well.” Said Rachelle coyly.