Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start

[skoot1958]

Dawn, seems you had a good time, well done you, I am look forward to Marks report, sounds like Marcus does need some TLC

Just on a side note, as Emily manager, is there any HR challenge if you get to close to Emily, would not want you to get on the wrong side of HR

[skoot1958]

Dawn, lovely update, looking forward to Marks debrief

Just a side note, is there a HR issue if you get close to Emily, as you are her manager?

Does seem Marcus need some TLC

[Long Lurker 34]

Dawn; I arrived back from Malaga Friday afternoon to be collected by a lovely Mark, who said he missed me. We drove home in the dark and the foulest weather ever. Despite his pestering, I said I’d tell him all about it when we got home over a lovely brown cup of tea.

On Tuesday afternoon I was met at Malaga airport by a very handsome Augustine, brown open shirt (that hairy chest), beige Chinos and boat shoes. I had a short lowish mustard sun dress with blue roses on it, doesn’t sound great but turned quite a few heads I can tell you. He looked lovely, smelled lovely, he even presented me with a bouquet of flowers, a kiss on both cheeks. Just take note Mark! We drove to his villa about 7 - 8 miles to the east of Malaga town, up in the hills. He said he ‘liked the privacy up here, why would he want talk to a tourist?’ Why indeed? The view of the mountains to the north and the Med to the south was nothing short of breathtaking, even in overcast weather, still 17 degrees. The villa was so lovely, 4 bedrooms, a beautiful pool (taking notes) and minimal garden, although surrounded by quite a bit of it’s own land. Any stress I had, simply fell away. I was handed a large glass of white wine, from his ‘very own vines’ he assured me. Over a simple meal of cheeses, meats and incredible olives washed down with more wine than I should, we talked into the evening.

The lights from Malaga and the shore twinkled, as did the pool lights; so inviting, well you have to don’t you! Removed my shoes, unzipped my dress and stood as nature intended. The water, not as warm as I had expected, bit of a shock to be truthful but invigorating. Augustine undressed, I have to say he has a superb figure which, bearing in mind he is mid 70’s, would have put some men in their 50’s to shame. Well I was embraced by a wet Yeti, he has to have the hairiest body I have ever had the pleasure with, including Tony. He said he’d thought of me, missed me; I thought, yeah I bet you tell all the girls that including the one arriving Saturday after I’ve left, but it was nice to hear. We swam, he made love to me on the pool steps. Strong, firm, caring, in short, lovely. He could maintain an erection surprisingly well, which he put down to his wine. Now there’s a marketing hook. Another glass of this magical elixir, off to bed. This time as I didn’t have pool steps in my back, a lot more aggressive. Said his favourite was my oral ministrations, not something he’d ever had at home. So sad, so much missed. I love giving/receiving oral, pleasure for us both.

Over the next few days, we ate at several friends fantastic restaurants one of which went out into the Med. He was clearly well known, perhaps they thought I was 'his niece’?, maybe not, a niece doesn’t dress with the short shorts and dresses I wore (at his request, I might add) the tops were, well? He basked in his old friends praise. The season was over. No tourists. We had sherry (Jerez) in Jerez, lunch at Antonio Banderas wine bar, disappointingly, Tony wasn’t there but there were some seriously beautiful señoritas. Malaga town is a magnificent, historic town, if you can - go there. Augustine did ask did I want to see Granada or Seville, but I was quite happy locally, which pleased him as he had a Cupra, mid sized car which might have been a little testing for a journey like that. Really need a Bismark. Idea! I’ll do that trip with Mark.

I now understand the term ‘randy old goat’; morning , noon and night; in bed, on the terrace looking at the sea, in the pool. That man was so fit and strong, pure hard work he said (perhaps a little help from the ‘pharmacist’). He said he was now counting down, so he was going to make every opportunity count! A sad thought, so true but a good maxim for us all to live by. Anyway he was obviously very practised and I enjoyed every moment, he said I was a great lover, better than being told ‘I’m a good shag’. Friday morning he made sure I was well fucked, fed and watered, drove me to the airport. He promised, ‘if he wasn’t taken by God’ we’d do this again soon. Oh yes we will August!!

Now you know about my visit, no tan to speak of, and when I related my adventure to Mark, no peace for my pussy either. Though he hasn’t been idle in my absence, and has his story to tell. We’re going to Jennifer’s sons wedding on Saturday (you’d think we’re going to Siberia by the way he’s moaning) and school girls Christmas bash 17th, that’s me moaning. Firm’s do and qtr meeting in London is on 19th January. I really want to squeeze Marcus in (pun intended) before Christmas. Cheryl told me today his wine business is booming but he split with his wife 2 months ago, he hadn’t said anything when we spoke. That’s so sad, explains why he’s so into Remi’s world. I’ll ring tomorrow offer to console him, how selfless I am.

That’s all for now. Speak soon. All my love, Dawn xx

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- I would bet the nice gentle jiggle of bra less breasts didn't hurt. And perhaps accentuated with a couple of nice pokies.
- Have to ask. How did you like or not his 'hairiness'? Or how did it differ from others you have experienced? We usually see where women relate to not being so keen about hairy guys.
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- Right on. Clearly a gentleman.
- -14c here this morning with the windchill and getting perhaps 8cm of snow over the next day. NBD.