Second Meeting
by PAUL C (c)

One.

Paul pulled his old blue Ford Sierra into the car park of the travel Hotel and switched off the engine. He sat behind the steering wheel and looked around him.

Dusk was beginning to fall. Dark enough not to be recognised walking into the building and still too early for the evening rush of travellers trying for any spare rooms.

He spied the white mini Metro that Suzie drove. It was parked as close to the entrance as was possible as if he had every right to be there. Of course he did.

Paul still couldn't free himself of the sense of guilt he had had ever since their first meeting. Was it wrong, what they had done together? He knew he had enjoyed it. He also knew that it was becoming increasingly difficult to perform with his wife. Was it guilt or was it that the slit between her legs no longer turned him on. He had brought up the subject of anal sex with her on a couple of occasions. It was twenty years or more since he had last made moves in that direction towards her. He'd forgotten the pain she had felt when he had first tried to enter her that way.

She hadn't. The first time he'd asked she'd gently refused, the second, when he had tried to press her, she had suggested he see a Doctor.

He didn't need a Doctor. He just needed something his wife couldn't give him.

He wondered how long it had been since Suzie had arrived. Would he be waiting in reception or gone to the twin room they had booked. Many professional travellers shared rooms. One, it was company, two, if you slipped the receptionist a modest sum he or she would provide you with two receipts, one each, for your expenses claim.

He thoughts went back to their first meeting. How he had walked along the sea front and waited at the entrance to the old pier as nervous as a teenager on a first date.

Suzie had done everything right. Despite Suzie's misgivings they had used his car. He laughed out loud as he remembered the contortions he had had to put his ample and no longer supple frame through to get his mouth to Suzie's ass hole and then to get his prick inside it. Suzie had leapt like a shot Rabbit as his prick had first opened his anus. He'd squealed a little like a rabbit as well.

He'd stuck it out and had let him try again. The second time he'd entered him.

He had been so tight, he'd never felt a hole so tight. Suzie had already told him that he had only been fucked once before. A long, slow gentle fuck in a hotel room with an overseas visitor. It would have been a lot different from theirs.

Paul climbed out of the car. It was fully dark now. He could see the reception desk in the brightly lit entrance. He could only see one person, a young girl in a white blouse, sitting behind it. He collected his overnight bag from the boot of his car, took his waterproof coat from the front passenger seat, and locking the car, made his way inside.

The young girl looked up as he entered.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

He gave his and Suzie's names. The girl looked at her computer screen.

"Yes, Sir." She spoke briskly with