And so we reach the final part. Sorry for the instalments; the whole story is too big for the system to cope).
The next day went well. You would not believe how well we British can do when we want to pretend that nothing has happened. Deals are speedily concluded. I reckon that Claire has struck a pretty good deal and will now pass the information across to another department so she will be out of the loop. I get a rather generous contract to complete the report-writing, A couple of toasts and we are back at the hotel. "Let's have supper later and I'll make it up to you for last night." OK, I said, but neither of us are drunk. We are both over 60 and, in another era, might already have been retired. I'm looking at her mumsy face and overweight figure, she can see a balding, grey-headed man. But we are the best that each other have got for the night, so we will indeed make the best of it.
We go out to a good restaurant. We drain a rather fine bottle of wine and some brandies and get a taxi back. I have my arm round her and she has her hand on my upper leg. This time, we go to my room because it is where the KY is to be found and I have my heart set on anal. "I know you like stockings so I bought some from the hotel shop." Well, actually, they are hold-ups, but with the boots that will be OK. Tits are eased from bra cups as before and are sucked extensively. Tongue then moves down to clit, which is down there amidst her so-hairy muff and, once found, licked and sucked. I turn her into a 69 with her on top and found that she still gives good head. Out of mischief, I turn us over so I'm on top, but her firm hand prevents deep throat. I start to rim her as she works a finger up into my bottom (takes me back to more active bi days). KY is applied and I get her into doggy position. I begin in her pussy and then pull out before I get too near orgasm. Time for anal. I get the head in but it takes more lube to get the shaft into her anus as well. As her muscles relax, I start to be able to move in and out and soon deposit my load deeep inside.
At this point, I'd like to say that we each had three further orgasms in ever more adventurous positions but in fact I just gave her cunny to finish her off and we watched a porno film on the telly before another brief missionary fuck. But unlike last time, she's kissing passionately and isn't drunk. We lay there in the dark as we drift off to *****, before the thunderbolt arrives -- the "L" word. She kisses me again, lingeringly with lots of tongue. "I think that I love you", she said. Oh no, I thought, not that. Maybe she'll forget it by the morning. But she's sufficiently turned on to join me for sex in the shower and touches me whenever she can during the day. She holds my hand as we walk around the airport. At Heathrow, she kisses me goodbye before we come out through customs and her husband picks her up. "Maybe we could do this again sometime?" she says. "Who knows?" I said and wonder how I'm going to tell Em all of this.