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I had rung Jean to arrange a time and date to pick her up. We worked out a solution to leave her car at the airport, where it was unlikely to be seen. She had also made arrangements to have a meeting in Germany, which now covered all bases. My work was happy with the arrangements, her job was happy and her husband was happy since Jean was away. We had checked the weather and it was going to be hot, which worked out well since we had booked the tunnel to cross to France, to then drive to Cologne. I picked up Jean at the airport at around six in the morning. She was dressed in a light summer dress, with shoulder straps just small enough to hide her bra straps, and sandals. I had on a t-shirt and long shorts. We had snacks handy, and I had stopped for coffees on the way. I asked her if she had everything or if we needed to stop anywhere. She said she had credit cards, passport, and, quickly lifting up her dress she teasingly said, “Panties.” She had a small pair of lacy white panties on that just concealed her pussy, but I could see her lips through the material. She giggled and let down her dress and jumped in the car. We set off and missed most of the traffic, making good time down to the tunnel as we chatted about each other’s lives, likes and hates, and even a few secret desires. I kept on thinking about her small panties as we drove, which made the journey go quicker. Once through the tunnel, I had to concentrate as I was now driving on the right, but I got used to in quite quickly. We’d had a stop just outside London, where we’d gotten more coffee, so by the time we reached Belgium we needed to stop again. We pulled into a service area where we filled up with fuel as Jean went to the bathroom. When she got back I had coffees, and was sitting looking at a map of the area. I had found a spot to stop escort at a picnic site in some woods by a small lake. It wasn’t too far away and near a small town, so we decided to go to the town get something to eat and go to the picnic site. We got to the spot, finding it was empty apart from one car. We got the shopping out and walked down the path to the lake. We ate the food and Jean had half a bottle of wine, whilst I had a couple of small beers. We were lying on the grass when Jean leant over and kissed me. “This is so nice, no pressure. Just us.” We kissed more, one hand rubbing her thigh with the other on her shoulder. My hand moved up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. My hand found her buttock, and I squeezed and pulled her closer, one finger slipping down to rub her pussy through her panties. “I know where this is going, so just hang on.” Jean knelt and undid her dress, slipping out of the straps, then pushed it off completely. ‘Better?’ I looked at her body. She looked at my eyes first, looking then at my crotch. ‘Looks like you approve.’ ‘I do.’ Her hands dropped to the top of my shorts, I lifted my hips as she slid them off, exposing my hard cock. She leant down, and held my cock as she started to lick the tip then up and down the length. I moved my head and body around and she knew want I wanted to do, and straddled my face; as she lowered her hips, her panties got closer to my mouth. Her mouth was taking the whole length of my shaft as she sucked and licked me more. My hand on her buttocks pulling her closer, I licked her pussy through her panties, then pulled them to one side to slip my tongue inside her, going in deep and quick. She knew I was close to cumming, and so she stopped. She stood up, pulled down her panties and then straddled me, escort bayan facing me, one hand guiding my cock into her pussy as she lowered herself more. It felt so good to be back inside her. One hand on my chest the other on my hips, she started to go up and down; I put my hands on her breasts as she rode me, and I squeezed them and teased her hard nipples. She moved her hand off my chest to rub her clit. I wasn’t holding back any more; I pushed my hips up to meet her and came hard. Keeping my cock in her she paused and rubbed her clit more, then she tensed, her thighs gripping me as she came. We collapsed together, just kissing and cuddling as I grew limp. We looked at the time; we still had a three hour drive, and it was getting late. We tidied up quickly and got dressed, then headed back to the car arm-in-arm. When we got back to the car park, Jean said she needed the bathroom. I threw the rubbish away and got in the car. Jean came back, very red, holding her hand to her chest and smiling. ‘Well, there’s another one off the bucket list.’ ‘What, sex in the woods?’ I replied. ‘No, being watched! I just met the lady who has the other car; she was watching us fuck, and is now going home to fuck her husband. Oh, thanks, you have thrown away my panties!’ She flicked up dress to reveal her pussy. ‘Come on, drive. Lets get to the hotel.’ We managed to behave all the way to the hotel. I glanced over at one point and saw Jean had fallen asleep. We arrived at the hotel, and found we only had fifteen minutes before the restaurant closed. I had a quick look at the menu, and asked Jean to order my meal and beer whilst I got the bags out the car and finished checking in. We had our meal; the restaurant was quiet, and afterwards we arranged a taxi for Jean for the morning bayan escort to take her to her meeting. I let Ralf, the German manager know that I would see him at the office in the morning. We got to our room; it was a normal type of hotel room with separate bathroom, but it had a balcony that faced towards the woods, and as the room was at the end of the building there was only one neighbouring room. The balcony had a wall that went to roof so it was totally enclosed. Jean said she had to phone home, and I could use the shower first. I got undressed in the bathroom, but as usual I left the door open, I was in the shower and noticed Jean have a quick look in and pull the door to while she was on the phone. I came out of the bathroom, one end of my towel over my shoulder, while with the other I was drying my hair. ‘You don’t care, do you?’ Jean said ‘What?’ ‘You just walk around totally naked and don’t care.’ She was smiling as she said it. She had taken her dress off and had another towel around her. ‘Move, I need a shower.’ She shoved me gently in the chest, we had a quick kiss as she went in to shower. When Jean came out the bathroom, I was lying on the bed; the TV was on, and I had the news on. I had opened a bottle of wine and poured out a glass for her, and I was drinking a beer. ‘Well?’ I looked over; Jean had her towel around her head, and nothing else. My cock twitched at the sight of here there, leaning in the doorway. ‘Ah, I see you approve.’ We both just smiled at each other. ‘I am so glad you approve, I can’t do this at home, all I get is criticised for this that and the other. You, on the other hand, just want to take me to bed. That I can cope with. I suppose you sleep like that?’ ‘Yes, I don’t own any pyjamas,’ I said ‘Well there goes another one off the list. I love sleeping nude and have never slept with anyone, so you’ll be the first, again! I have a feeling there will be more of things on my list that you will be the first to do as well.’ She got on the bed, the duvet thrown back, then got her glass of wine and sipped it while we caught up on the news.
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