My section was called to the conference room. On stage, were the C.E.O., The Junior Environment Minister, and a BBC film crew. The front row was occupied by journalists. The Minister announced that in view of public distrust, There was to be a new Government Directive. We would be doing our own scientific study of pollution hotspots. He then babbled on for another 40 minutes and cleverly side-stepped questions from journalists. ( A cynic could be forgiven for thinking it was a publicity stunt before the upcoming local elections). The C.E.O. thanked the Minister and explained that we would be allocated an area, where we would meet someone from OFWAT, the local Authority, and an independent expert, and take samples for analysis. We would operate in pairs to keep expenses to a minimum to save the taxpayer.
Next day, I had an email. Neil Saunders would be accompanying me to the Lake District for four days. Great, paid to visit my favourite part of the UK, (see chapter one) I couldn't wait to get away from the office. I liked Neil, tall and skinny, with curly auburn hair that women would pay a lot of money for. He had a trimmed beard, which made him look like a 60s beatnik, and very clever. His slim build came from doing marathons. He was always collecting for cancer charities.
We travelled up on Sunday. With clear roads, we made good time, and stopped for a pub lunch on the way. Our conversation varied from work to charity runs. Over lunch, he candidly asked if the stories he'd heard about my private life were true. Being honest, I said we enjoy sex, and it sometimes involves others, though I didn't mention Abe. He said his sex-life was non-existent. His time was spent between work and running, Since his Masters, he'd only had sex once, with a cousin at a family gathering, and then he had to pull out to avoid pregnancy. I tentatively asked him about gay sex. "Oh, only the usual stuff at uni", whatever that was meant to mean. "I don't think I'm Asexual, I just never seem to get the opportunity". He went on, "It's been a long time, but boys give the best BJs". Hope for me yet. We arrived at our hotel in Keswick at 7pm, and after checking in, found a pub for dinner and a few beers. Not being used to drinking, Neil was a little pissed, so we returned to the hotel, both needing showers after a long day. I went first and changed into pyjamas in the bathroom. (I normally sleep in the nude, but bought the PJs for the trip) Neil came out naked, his beautiful, slender body glistening, still damp. A dusting of auburn hair covered his chest, leading down to a mass of pubes and balls, hanging low from the shower. An uncut penis, dangling out from the pubes, begging to be sucked. Maybe I shouldn't have taken advantage of his inebriation, but I couldn't resist. I found myself putting my hand on the back of his head and pulling into a kiss. Instead of meeting resistance, our mouths opened and our lips met. He held my bum and pulled me closer. I ran my fingers over his chest and tweaked his nipples, then on down and cupped his sack. My dick hardened and came out of the fly. Kissing my way down his body, I came to his cock, now standing proud, the tip of the crown just poking through the foreskin. Taking him in my mouth, I undid the drawstring on my PJs and let them fall. Stroking his balls with my left hand, I bobbed up and down on his shaft, tossing with my right hand. He didn't last long. Holding onto my head, he blasted jets of cum down my throat. I made a mess on the carpet. Standing up, we kissed again, giving him a taste of his semen. then went to bed.
In the morning, after breakfast, we dressed warmly and went to our first meeting. Apart from taking samples, the OFWAT rep had to fill out and sign a questionnaire. We had another appointment in the afternoon, then back to the hotel for a warm up. Neil made the first move, pulling me close and kissing me with a burning desire. It wasn't very warm, so, undressed, we got under the duvet for a cuddle. Neil explored my body. Probably the first time he'd been so intimate with another man. Surprising me, he went down on my cock, so I did the same to him. I hoped he wouldn't cum cum so quick. Going back to kissing, I asked if he wanted to fuck me. I saw the lust in his eyes. Lying on his back, I slobbered on his pole and lowered myself down. Leaning over to kiss him, nature took over, and he thrust energetically upward. I wanked, with one hand stroking his balls. They started to rise, so I tossed harder, and we came together. Climbing off, I licked the last drops from his softening penis. We showered together and went to dinner. I dispensed with the PJs and we slept together, but not before he fucked me again, this time lasting longer. I was hard, but didn't cum.
Three appointments Tuesday, we were frozen by the time we got back to the hotel, warming our hands on mugs of coffee. We went to dinner early. Back under the duvet, he was gaining control of his hormones. We made love for over half an hour, and I gave him head before we slept. (Hard work, keeping up with fit youngsters). On Wednesday, he asked me if I would fuck him. I normally bottom, but he was such a turn-on, I put a pillow under his hips and rimmed him. The sensation drove him wild. Very gently, I probed him with a finger and found his prostate, causing him to drip precum. Finger fucking him, he started to push back. I told him to pull his knees up, and I slipped in surprisingly easily. Waiting for him to adjust, I began pumping, stopping now and then to kiss. He couldn't keep his hand off his stiff cock and blew a load. I scooped some up and fed it to him, then pumped harder, cumming with a satisfying moan. Thursday was our last full day at work, on Windermere and Coniston. Tired and exhausted, we went straight to dinner, and then had an early night. We made love for nearly an hour, quick learner. On Friday, we had one last job, on Derwentwater, before heading home. Back at his flat, he invited me in for a cup of tea. I gave him one last BJ, before going home .
Lance had prepared dinner. While eating, I owned up about Neil. He said he'd seen Giles on Wednesday, and his arse had only just recovered. It was great to be in my husband's arms again. We cuddled and made tender love. I planned to bring Neil home one evening, two dicks are better than one!
A few weeks later, I was chatting to Neil over coffee. He said he was seeing a girl on and off, and thanked me for helping him out in the bedroom. "I'm much more confident and in control of my body, but that doesn't mean I don't fancy guys. Why don't you come to my flat, and bring your partner".
So Lance and I duly arrived one evening. Almost bypassing me, he kissed Lance passionately, grinding his hips into him. Taking Lance by the hand, we went through to the lounge. I get really turned on watching Lance have sex, and I knew Neil had enough for both of us. Neil slowly undressed Lance, kissing down his body and kneeling to suck his pole. He shimmied out of his shorts while bobbing up and down. I helped him off with his T-shirt, then undressed myself. Lance reciprocated, before they got on the carpet in a sixty-nine. With Neil's bum in the air, I couldn't help eat sweet ass. They rolled over, so I slobbered on Lance's bud as well, I didn't know who would top. Moving around, Lance opened his legs up, so I threw a cushion under his hips. I had the perfect view as Neil inched in, waited and then began pumping. He fucked steadily for about 10 minutes, before turning Lance over and doing him doggy. Lance had his head in the cushion as Neil banged harder, grunting with every stroke. "YES! FUCK!", and collapsed on his back. "OK, that's for starters, let's go to bed". I licked Neil's sticky penis, which already showed signs of life, then cleaned Lance's hole. It was my turn. Neil watched Lance lube me up, then mount me, kissing and fucking slowly. Neil was erect again, face fucking me. I was turned over. I sat on Neil. Leaning forward to kiss, Lance slid his cock in alongside and fucked me in tandem. The extra pressure on my prostate made me explode without warning. Lance came next, his spunk running over Neil's sack. This left me to bounce up and down on Neil, with him thrusting up to meet me until I felt his sperm pulsing into me. We lay recovering, with me idly stroking their members. Eventually we left, inviting Neil to visit anytime.
The following evening we were watching TV when the doorbell went. Neil apologized, saying he couldn't get the thoughts of last night out of his head. I unzipped him and pulled his dick through his flies. "Is a BJ enough, or do you want to fuck?" Stupid question, "Both", was the obvious reply. We went to bed. I took the first load, swallowing his cream. He then watched Lance make love to me in various positions, before pulling out and feeding me more cum. Erect again, Neil threw Lance's legs over his shoulders and fucked him like a steam train, breeding him. Neil said we were brilliant, real fuck buddies.
