It takes about 24 hours to realise that he is only in town for one more night. I even joke with him that he maybe should have started with that. He agrees.

I already have a loose arrangement with another guy for tonight but my gut tells me it’s not firmed up.

So, despite being at the start of what is probably a cold I head for hot yoga and a swim just in case he bails or something else crops up. I can always go home afterwards if that happens.

I’m supposed to be in work the next day so he knows we have limits. He’s staying in a hotel about half an hour away and it’s easy to find a place to meet.

I squeal with delight when he sends me a voice note – an accent does everything for me, especially an American one.

He’s very very young, twenty years younger but there are no flies on him at all.

Did I mention he’s into ANR?

……

I see him as soon as I reach the pub, he’s sat alone nervously checking the door. I arrive and he kisses me, then asks what I want to drink. It’s a football night and the barmaid shouts at us that they aren’t playing the local match – who cares we have a game of our own I think.

We have already discussed how we might publicly play. He sits next to me rather than opposite. He’s very slim with a pair of light jeans and a white T shirt, looking exactly the same as his photos. he actually looks a little like Matt Smith. Oh doctor!

We chat a little and we brush arms, legs and I have a little play with his crotch. He dare not with me but I can feel the tip of his dick through the very soft thin jeans.

Quickly he is leading me to his hotel and we are in a lift that for some reason is made to look like a shower which throws me off. But I have the balls to straddle him and dry hump against him to kiss him. He tastes of garlic and mint.

His room is small but full of things and has mood lighting. I need the loo but I don’t want to break the vibe, I really should have gone before.

I whip my dress over my head and he nods approvingly. I unfurl his belt and feel the outline of his dick. Yummy. We tussle for a while but soon he is grabbing my breasts with both hands and suckling them. It is delicious, just that fine line of pain and pleasure. There is definitely something about a guy who just gets on and does what he wants that makes me squeal.

Soon after that we are both naked and he plunges into me. And then out. And in. What a fucking beautiful tease he is. As he gazes into my eyes his hair flops forward and he really does look like Matt Smith and I sink into the fairly decent thread count pillows. He suggests he puts one under my bum for the best angle and then I am in heaven, his dick plunging and then teasing and then pulling out.

And then he goes down on me. He asks if i can flip over and I say no because it’s so good.

But I let him. He doesn’t come and neither do I. We kiss and he bites my nipples again and his body, his body. I get on top but somehow it doesn’t quite work. We are soon back with him on top and he’s grunting into me. He keeps saying sorry as he comes. But I don’t care. The itch has been scratched in a really splendid way and I’m clever enough to get out of there before 10pm.

I take a selfie in the weird lift fake shower as is customary and am home safe showering with a huge grin and many sore parts. Totally worth it.