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‘What are you doing on Saturday?’ Lana hadn’t spoken to me since that last weekend. Her work was high-powered stuff, corporate bollocks she called it but I suspected it was far more complex than she suggested. Certainly she seemed to be a very high earner and my friend Gina said she was something special. As if I didn’t know that already but perhaps that was not what Gina had meant. ‘I am disturbingly available.’ I could hear her laugh at the other end of the ‘phone line. ‘I have to go down into darkest Cornwall and I wondered if you’d like to come too. I will have to leave you to your own devices for a few hours while I have a meeting but I wondered if we might not find a decent hotel somewhere and come back on the Sunday? We could drive down early on the Saturday. How does that sound?’ I agreed without hesitation. ‘Excellent – will you book a room for us?’ ‘It would help to know where and is it one room or two?’ ‘Launceston.’ Infuriatingly she rang off leaving me with the quandary of one room or two. I mulled on this for a while and decided to give her the option when we got there and to book two rooms – after all, I should not be presumptuous and anyway I had no idea what hoteliers in ‘darkest’ Cornwall might make of two women sharing a room. I got a text message. ‘One you ass.’ So much for my decision making powers. That had all taken place on the Wednesday. I found us a lovely little hotel that even said ‘gay friendly’ on its website; a statement that would normally put me right off but it looked gorgeous and the sample menu was divine. It also had a room with country views so I booked it. Another text: ‘I’ll be with you at 8. You’re driving my car so I can read on the way down.’ Friday evening I packed. I decided on simple for the journey – a skirt and blouse – and a decent dress to wear for dinner. I packed a nightie and some of the usual stuff and went to bed early with a book which I read knowing I wouldn’t Anadolu Yakası Escort remember a thing about it in the morning. I did remember the lovely orgasm I gave myself thinking of her though. My alarm woke me at 6am and I showered and got ready. I was, of course, excited. I hadn’t seen her since the previous weekend and so I was also a little nervous. I was even more nervous when I heard her ring my doorbell. I opened the door, suitcase already beside it and my coat over my arm despite it already being a warm spring morning. ‘Ah, good, you’re ready. Let’s get moving?’ She waited while I closed and locked my door then I looked up into her eyes and said, ‘Hello.’ She grinned. ‘Hello to you too.’ She gave me her car keys and we walked a few steps to a dark blue Jaguar. ‘I cant drive that! It’s like putting a pony club member on a racehorse.’ ‘Don’t be wet. It virtually drives itself and I need to read.’ Reluctantly I got in the driving seat and studied the controls. It felt like a ‘plane’s cockpit. The leather seats were snug and there were only two pedals. I’d never driven an automatic before. Lana already had a file open on her lap and had donned a pair of reading glasses and seemed totally focused. Oh well, I thought, here goes. Gingerly I pulled away from the kerb and drove through the early morning streets of the City and out to the motorway. She was right. Within a few minutes I had grown in confidence and we barreled along the road although I kept finding myself going excessively fast and had to slow down. In occasional glances to my left I noticed Lana was wearing a dark business suit, a white blouse that was probably silk and a pair of black, very sheer stockings with killer heels. She was every inch the professional. ‘It’s got cruise control if you want to avoid getting arrested for breaking the sound barrier.’ I laughed and slowed down yet again. She read Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan for a while then said, “You look good.’ That was pretty much the sum of conversation I got from her all the way through Somerset and Devon. Finally she closed the file and threw it onto the back seat. ‘I do like a woman who can be silent sometimes.’ ‘I knew you had to work.’ ‘Good girl, thank you. Now tell me about the hotel.’ I told her all I remembered and wondered why I had bothered to send her the email with the details. She seemed satisfied with my description of it and that was all that mattered. She directed me the last few bits of the route to her meeting which was in a big hotel on the outskirts of the town. ‘I’ll call you when I have finished. It’ll take a while so enjoy yourself.’ I watched her tall figure move lithely up the steps to the grand entrance and then drove off into the centre of town and found somewhere where I felt safe parking the beast of a car. I drew some admiring glances in it and wondered if that was why Lana had bought it. I found a coffee shop and read a newspaper then wandered through the pretty streets. I found a little boutique that sold wonderful lingerie and indulged myself there and also bought something for Lana. I hoped she wouldn’t think it presumptuous of me but we had been intimate and so a pair of silk knickers might not be unwelcome. At the price I paid, I hoped not anyway. It was about 3 when my ‘phone rang. ‘I’m done, could you come and get me?’ I returned to the car and drove back to the hotel and parked it. I went inside and found her sitting at a table with a cup of coffee on a table beside her and a file open in her lap. The reading glasses were perched a little way down her nose. ‘Hi – take a seat and get a coffee or something and then we can go and find the hovel you chose for us.’ I told her I didn’t need a drink but she said Escort Anadolu Yakası she needed to finish up some work so I might as well. I wondered if a relationship with Lana would be a long round of sitting in silence. Sub I may be but there are limits. ‘Sorry about that.’ She closed the file. As she slipped into her brief case she said, ‘I don’t mean to be rude but this was important and difficult and I needed to concentrate but now I am all yours.’ Her smile may have been matched by my own. ‘What have you been up to?” I told her about my stroll around the town and the boutique and few other bits of interest and asked her about her meeting. ‘It went well, thanks. They are a consortium trying to get permission to build a wind farm. Personally I think it’s a complete waste of time and effort but they pay the piper so they call the tune.’ Coffee consumed we went out to the car and I handed her the keys. She took them and asked, ‘Any damage?’ I smiled. ‘I think you’ll find it as you left it in my care.’ ‘Let’s hope so for your sake.’ Her eyes had a wickedness about them that had a distinct affect on my nipples. Lana drove confidently and without needing directions to our hotel. It had a long driveway that ended in a circle around a large cedar tree. The views were stunning and we got out and had a good look at our surroundings. I felt Lana’s arm around my shoulders. ‘Lovely. So is the view.’ She looked down at me and smiled then gave me a brief kiss on the cheek. ‘Good choice.’ We got our overnight bags from the car and went to the front door of the hotel which opened on cue and a woman of about fifty welcomed us. Formalities were brief and she led us to our room which had beamed a ceiling and windows in three walls all of which looked out over countryside of immense beauty. Our landlady, Miss Carlton, left us and said she and her partner would love to welcome us with a glass of champagne when we had, in her words, freshened up. ‘Business or bed partner do you think?’ “Probably both, Lana.’ ‘Hmm – she did have the look of the country dyke about her. I noticed her staring at your nipples.’ I put my hand under my left tit and smirked, ‘Well, who could resist?’ ‘Slut.’ Lana kissed me then quite fiercely and her hands roamed freely over my back and arse.

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