A Steamy Night in Doncaster

This is an explicit erotic short story about a couple of friends that unexpectedly end up spending the night together in the Yorkshire town of Doncaster. It was all rather innocent - or was it? As the hotel receptionist says, 'Tha can't beat a steamy night in Doncaster!'

Leesa and I had been good mates for years; our friendship was based on our mutual love of horses and horse racing. We both owned, trained and rode horses; Leesa somewhat more competently than me. Although I was older than Leesa, I had come fairly late into the horse world whereas Leesa had been involved all her life. She was a much more competent rider than me, and I deferred to her superior knowledge and experience.

 

In all the time I’d known her – over six years now - our friendship had been purely platonic. That’s not to say I didn’t fancy Leesa, I did – a lot! I always held this forlorn hope that one day Leesa would see me as more than just a friend. In the meantime, I kept my feelings towards Leesa suppressed. Whether she knew my fondness for her, I’ll never really know; she certainly didn’t seem to. They say that unrequited love is painful, and I can certainly vouch for that. There was never any romance or intimacy in our relationship, in fact there was barely ever any physical contact. She always managed to dodge my advances, however innocent my intentions.

 

Forgive me, I haven’t described Leesa’s looks. First of all, I have to admit she is a very attractive girl. She’s about five foot six tall; has a shapely body, with well-formed breasts; a nice, rounded bottom, and pleasing legs. Of course, all this is mere speculation and imagination on my part as I’ve never seen her without her clothes on! She has shoulder length, blond hair with an ‘Ella Langley-esque’ fringe, a roundish face with a small nose, a pleasant smile, and kind, blue eyes. At the time of this tale she was twenty-eight years old, although the way she styled her hair and her youthful complexion made her look younger. Neither of us was in a relationship with anyone else, and unfortunately not with each other either!

 

And so to our ‘day out’.

 

The purpose for our journey was that I was looking to buy a new racehorse. We were heading to the bloodstock sales at Doncaster Racecourse. Leesa was accompanying me to provide her equine expertise and to ensure I didn’t purchase something unsuitable – she helped train my horses. She was also there to make sure I didn’t get carried away and spend too much!

 

In the weeks leading up to the sale we had been studying the catalogue together. Initially I was planning to go up on my own but Leesa’s interest had been piqued and a couple of days beforehand Leesa asked if she could tag along – to ‘keep an eye on me’, as she diplomatically put it. I’m sure she was worried that I’d come back with something completely unsuitable – no faith! Of course I was delighted with the prospect of spending the day with Leesa, and to have her valuable opinion on any prospective purchase.

 

Although it was scheduled to be a two-day sale we determined that the most suitable horses for my needs – and likely to be within my budget – were concentrated in the lower numbered lots and would be sold on the morning of Day One. We put together a shortlist of about twenty horses to look at. The intention was to whittle this down to a dozen or so to consider more seriously. Hopefully we’d manage to place a winning bid on one of these, sort out the payment and arrange transport for the horse back to the South, and be heading home soon after lunch. Simple!

 

The drive from our location in Southeast England to Doncaster in Yorkshire was about two hundred and forty miles; we estimated it should take about four and a half to five hours, five and a half hours if we included a stop. As we hoped to be at our destination by nine in the morning it required an early start: four o’clock in the morning.

 

Given that we expected to be there and back in less than a day we were travelling light. We had stashed our coats in the boot of the car. It was forecast to be a pleasant enough day but we expected it to be a bit chillier up t’North for us Southern-softies. For the journey Leesa had elected to wear a pink sweater– worn tucked in to her jeans at the front as is the current fashion - white tee shirt, tight faded-blue jeans and short leather Chelsea boots with barely visible pink ankle socks. Despite the ungodly hour she still managed to look eminently fanciable.

 

I was to drive and Leesa was ‘riding shotgun’ in the passenger seat. The first thing she had done when she climbed in the car was to push the seat back and to fully recline it. She couldn’t have made it more obvious that she intended to sleep most of the way.

 

And that’s how it was. No sooner had we left Leesa’s than she was asleep – fine company she was going to be on the journey! Not only was she asleep but within minutes she was snoring too. Fortunately it wasn’t a reverberating, disturbing noise, but more of a gentle purr with the sporadic low whistle thrown in for good measure to keep me alert. She did stir occasionally, usually to ask, ‘are we nearly there yet?’. The first time she did this we hadn’t even reached the Dartford Crossing!

 

As the miles ticked by monotonously I found myself distracted by Leesa sleeping like a log next to me. She really was gorgeous, a proper Princess Aurora. As children often do on a long journey I started to play a little game to keep myself occupied; only my game wasn’t as innocent as that of a child: I started to undress Leesa in my mind. I imagined her pink sweater coming off, followed by her white tee shirt. In my head she was wearing a white bra that barely contained her ample breasts. When her bra came off I visualised her magnificent boobs. I then fantasised what was under her tight blue jeans. In my envisioning she was wearing pretty pink panties. And under her panties? She’d be shaved and have the cutest, tightest little slit. Not surprisingly during this game I developed quite an erection. I really wanted to take it out but I thought better of it.

 

Leesa stirred and again asked me if we were nearly there yet (good job I hadn’t taken my penis out!). I reported back that we were making good progress and were not far from Peterborough. This seemed to satisfy her even though I doubt she knew how far we’d been or how much farther we’d got to go. She curled up and went back to sleep.

 

After a little while longer, without waking, Leesa shifted position so that she was curled up facing me. Like this the zip to her jeans was clearly visible. It was also clearly within my reach. I rested my hand on the gear stick; like this it was only inches from her zipper. I could easily pull the zip down and see what colour panties she was actually wearing. Perhaps I could slide my fingers inside her jeans, maybe even inside her panties! I contemplated this for several miles. It was so tempting. At one point I even gripped the zip pull in my fingers. After a while Leesa shifted again and the opportunity was gone.

 

As we got closer to Yorkshire, Leesa snoozed less and her interjections moved on from ‘are we nearly there yet?’ to ‘I’m hungry’ and then on to ‘I need the loo.’ She was sitting upright now and taking a greater interest in our surroundings. At this point I thought a comfort break was in order. We were well on schedule to be at our destination by nine when we stopped. We availed ourselves of the facilities and tucked in to a hearty Yorkshire breakfast before moving on.  

 

We arrived at Doncaster Racecourse (or ‘Donny’ as it is affectionately known) at eight forty-five. Not bad going at all. The sale was due to commence at ten o’clock so we had just over the hour to look at those horses we’d picked out and narrow-down our selections. Having completed our ‘whittling’ exercise we took our place in the sales ring prior to the first lot being presented. We couldn’t help but note how busy it was; great news for those selling, not so good for those of us looking to make a purchase.

 

And so it proved. We’d selected half a dozen horses in the first hour, all of these went for much more money than we’d anticipated, and certainly more than I’d budgeted for. We had picked out slightly more in the second hour so we remained hopeful. But our hopes were misplaced. Although I was under-bidder on a couple, we were unsuccessful. Any hopes we had of heading home soon after lunch having made a purchase were dashed.

We had picked out several horses that were to be offered for sale in the afternoon even though we’d hoped to have made a purchase before then. Leesa went off to look at these while I remained in the ring in case something came through of interest. Very trustful of her!

 

Leesa returned with an updated list. She was both relieved that I’d not made an impulse purchase of something completely unsuitable, but also disappointed that I’d not actually bought anything.

 

As the sale progressed we remained frustrated. The end of a sale day can go one of two ways depending on supply and demand: unsuccessful bidders can start chasing a limited amount of lots thus forcing prices up; or, if most people have already made a purchase, then the final few horses can go through the ring at knock-down prices. Hoping for the latter scenario we determined to stay till the end. The ring was a lot less busy now; there were certainly not so many prospective purchasers. Perhaps we’d pick something up towards the end after all.

 

During this time Leesa began to look at what was on offer on Day Two. Having determined early on that Day One was our preferred day, I’d not really studied the second day.

 

It was gone five o’clock by the time the final lots were presented. I was under-bidder on a couple of these despite going over my budget. So that was it. We’d not bought anything. Leesa could sense my frustration and disappointment. It was going to be a long drive home.

 

“There’s a few lots tomorrow that are suitable,” she said, trying to console me.

 

“I don’t fancy coming back tomorrow. By the time we get home it’ll be time to head back.” I reasoned.

 

“We could stay over.” she suggested, “I’m sure I can get someone to cover at home.”

 

“Really?” I questioned, perking up a bit, “You don’t mind?”

 

“It’s a long way to come only to go home empty handed.” she sounded as disappointed as me. “There’s a list of nearby accommodation in the catalogue.” she said, handing it to me. “Ring round and try and book us a couple of rooms. I’ll phone home and arrange cover.”

 

I took the catalogue and found the list. After twenty minutes of ringing hotels on the list I realised finding accommodation was going to be as difficult, if not more so, as buying a horse. I started with those close to the racecourse but all the nearby hotels were booked with people who were attending both days of the sales from the outset. There also happened to be a major conference in the city which meant that the city centre hotels were all booked too. Leesa had been more fortunate than me and had arranged for a friend to look after her horses tomorrow. She joined me in the search for accommodation. We carried on calling various venues for the next twenty minutes, gradually getting further and further away from the venue. Eventually Leesa exclaimed, “Found one!”

 

Leesa made a provisional booking, got directions and we set off in the car to find the place. It turned out to be a traditional English pub about ten miles away in a small, market town. From the outside it looked idyllic, like an old coaching in. Although it was on the main road, it didn’t seem too busy. We parked up and went inside.

 

We were met in the olde-worlde reception area by a pretty twenty-something blonde girl who welcomed us warmly in a harsh Yorkshire accent and introduced herself as Laura. Her strong dialect and youthful appearance were rather at odds, like Nora Batty’s voice in a young, attractive body. I wasn’t even sure if it was her natural voice or if it was one she had adopted for dealing with tourists, it was almost too Yorkshire to be genuine. If it was just an act put on for show, she was certainly good at it. She was dressed staidly in a black blouse, black skirt and black tights. If there was a formal dress code she was probably flaunting it by the length – or rather shortness – of her skirt. She was a striking girl that came across as cheeky, flirtatious, down-to-earth and happy-go-lucky, with no pretensions whatsoever.

I explained our circumstances – I thought she may find it strange that we were looking to spend the night yet didn’t have any luggage - and asked for two rooms. The receptionist apologised and said, in her broad accent, that they’d only got one room available, and that had only come free because of a last-minute cancellation. She confirmed what we already knew, most places were fully booked because of the sales and the conference. She said we’d be lucky to find anywhere now. Leesa didn’t seem too impressed with the prospect of sharing a room with me.

“And that’s all you’ve got?” Leesa said, despondently, “Just the one room?”

“Aye. I’m afraid so.” the receptionist, Laura, confirmed, “Is there summat up?”

 

“Is it a twin or a double?” I enquired.

 

“It’s a twin tha knows.” Laura confirmed after checking a well-thumbed reservation book.

 

“At least it’s not a double.” I joked to Leesa, “Well, what do you think?”

 

“I’m not sure.” Leesa said doubtfully, “I was hoping for two rooms.”

 

“Given the way you were snoring on the way up here, so was I.” I laughed, “But beggars can’t be choosers.”

 

“All o' our rooms've got en-suite bogs, big telly screens and tea / coffee makin' bits. A full English brekkie’s included, like. An' the pub stays open late for t'residents, it does.” Laura added dutifully, as if she was on commission, "An' as it’s a cancellation room, I can offer thee a ten percent discount.”

 

“That’s very generous.” I said to the receptionist, “Leesa?”

 

“Oh, I suppose it’ll be okay.” she said resignedly, “It’s only one night.”

 

“Great!” I said, a little too enthusiastically, “We’ll take it.”

 

“Reet good!” the receptionist gushed – she was definitely on commission.

 

I filled in the guest registration form, resisting the temptation to put ‘Mr & Mrs’ and paid a deposit.

 

“Room number nine, at t' top o' t' stairs, first room on t' left.” Laura instructed, handing me a key.

 

“Nine? That’s my lucky number.” I said.

 

“Mebbe it’s yer lucky neet?” Laura said cheekily.

 

“Dream on!” Leesa said dismissively, but she smiled as well.

 

“We’re doin' scran till nine-thirty.” Laura said, “At least tha won't be needin' a hand wi' thi bags.” she added with a grin, “Enjoy thi stay, and let me kna if I can do owt for thee.”

 

I liked Laura, even though I sometimes struggled to understand what she was saying with her coarse brogue and unfamiliar pronunciation. I found it rather quaint and charming that she used an old-fashioned leatherbound reservation book rather than an electronic booking-in system. I had to admit that there was something about her that I found quite sexy.

I followed Leesa up the stairs, we found the room, I unlocked the door, opened it and we both entered. I switched on the light. Immediately Leesa spotted the issue:

 

“It’s got a double bed!” she exclaimed, “I’m not sleeping with you in that!” she added.

 

It certainly appeared to be a double but I took a closer look.

 

“It’s okay. It’s two singles that have been pushed together.” I clarified, “I’m sure we’ll be able to separate them.”

"We better!" Leesa said bluntly.

 

Sure enough, with a little bit of effort we managed to part the beds so there was about eighteen inches between them. Leesa was satisfied with that. Apart from the initial issue with the beds, the room was clean, well presented and tastefully decorated. As the receptionist had promised, it had all the facilities that she had mentioned. Fortunately the en-suite came with toiletries and towels, all that was missing – understandably – was toothpaste and toothbrushes. We agreed that I should go and see if I could get some while Leesa showered and freshened up. I heard Leesa lock the door behind me as I left.

 

I made my way back down the stairs. Laura was still behind the reception desk. She looked up as she heard me approach.

 

“Probl’m?” she asked.

“Is there a chemist nearby?” I enquired, in all innocence.

 

“A chemist?” she sniggered, giving me a knowing look.

 

“Yes. I need to get toothbrushes and toothpaste.” I said quickly, realising I’d been misconstrued.

 

“All t’guests say that.” she laughed, “Aye, we’ve got a supply fer just these sorts o' things. Come round this way an' 'ave a gander.”

 

I did as instructed and joined Laura on her side of the counter. She crouched down and attempted to pull out a drawer. It was stuck fast. With her like that her skirt, which was already dangerously short, rode up and I got a great view of her gorgeous legs. She must have known what an awesome view I was getting but she didn’t seem at all fazed.

 

“They’re in’t cupboard.” she said, tugging at the drawer, “But it’s obvious it ’an’t been opened for yonks, d’you reckon you can lend us a hand to give it a lug?”

 

I knelt down beside her, noting that down here I had an even better view of her stunning legs, and together we pulled on the drawer, it was completely jammed and didn’t budge. I jerked at the handle and wiggled the drawer, suddenly it sprung open. The momentum caused Laura to tumble backwards landing flat on her back. She burst out laughing as she lay there obviously unharmed. She hadn’t realised that her short skirt was rolled up around her waist; I could see everything from her waist down. What a view it was! Although she was wearing black tights they were sheer enough so that I could see she was wearing tiny black panties beneath. I think it was my expression, and the direction of my gaze, that alerted Laura to what had happened.

 

"Ooh, dear!" she laughed, “Ahem! ‘aving a good gander, eh?” she asked light-heartedly, making no attempt to cover up.

 

“S-sorry.” I replied, realising I’d been caught. “If you don’t mind me saying, you’ve got great legs.” I added, hoping the compliment would detract from my guilt.

 

“Ta very much!.” she grinned, “But tha can see more than mi legs, can’t tha?”

 

“I can.” I admitted sheepishly, “It’s quite a view!”

 

“Yorkshire's reyt famous fer 'tis stunning views.” she giggled, seemingly unabashed at how much I could see, “It’s a good job our dress code says we’ve gotta wear tights. I reckon you can see me knickers though, can’t ya?”

 

“I can.” I confirmed shamefacedly, “They’re very cute.”

 

“Ta.” she beamed, “Thank goodness I put 'em on this mornin. Ah don’t always. Sometimes crotchless tights too. Well, that'd 'a' been a reet sight!” she added cheekily.

 

“I would have liked that!” I grinned like a Cheshire cat (or whatever the Yorkshire equivalent is).

 

“Naughty!” she giggled, “Aye go on then, fill thi boits! Ah'm not gooin' to pull 'em down though, so don't be gettin' yer hopes up”

 

“Sorry?” I questioned, dumbfounded, “I’ve mostly understood what you’ve said but that’s gone over my head.”

 

“Fill thi boits – ‘ave a good look. But I’m not gooin’ t’pull me tights n knickers down for yer, so don’t be getting’ yer hopes up.” she explained slowly.

 

“Got it!” I smiled, “That’s a pity, I would’ve enjoyed that!”

 

“A'm certain tha would!” she chortled, “Right then, if you’ve seen enough are you gonna be gallant and give us a hand up?” she chuckled.

 

I got to my feet and helped Laura to hers, getting another splendid view up her skirt as I did so. Once she was standing up she rearranged her skirt so that she was decent once more. Some of the contents of the drawer, including a couple of toothbrushes and a tube of toothpaste, had spilt out onto the floor. Laura bent over and picked them up, seemingly unbothered that she was now giving me a great view of her bottom. She stood up and handed me the toiletries.

 

“Thank you.” I said, taking them from her, “How much do I owe you?

 

“Fur t' toothbrushes or t' sight-seein' tour?” she smiled.

 

“Both.” I grinned.

 

“Reckon it’s all part of t’job.” she chortled, “"I’d sooner no one heard about me little mishap, or how much you clocked though."

 

“My lips are sealed.” I said.

 

“It’s probably for t’best that your missus doesn't find out, to be fair.” Laura said tactfully, "Ah wouldn’t want to upset 'er."

 

“Missus?” I responded, puzzled, “Oh, Leesa? She’s not my missus, she’s not even my girlfriend. She’s just a friend.” I clarified.

 

“Reyt? Tha ain't lookin' at 'er like she's nowt but a friend.” Laura observed, “Reckon tha fancies 'er, don't tha?”

 

“Is it that obvious? Unfortunately she doesn’t feel the same way about me.” I said, regret in my voice.

 

“That'd explain t'questions abart t'room. I just thought she were bein' a bit of a mardy arse." Laura commented, “She’s a right proper looker. I can see why tha fancies 'er.”

 

“I adore her.” I admitted wistfully, “But I’m afraid it’s never going to be. To tell you the truth, I’ve seen more of you tonight than I've ever seen of Leesa. And I’ve known her for over six years.”

 

“Reyt? Ah didn’t think tha’d seen that much of me.” she chuckled, “Niver gi' up. Tha's got thi lucky room number nine. Mebbe th' Yorkshire air an' hospitality 'll do summat special. She'll likely be all over thee tonight. Tha'll be fightin' 'er off.” she continued positively.

 

“I wish!” I sighed, “But that’s never likely to happen.”.

 

“Our bar's open, love. Why don't tha nip and grab a canny bottle o' wine, a couple o' glasses, and take 'em up to thi room for a bit o' an aperitif before tha comes down for tea?” Laura suggested, “I take it tha's goin' t' dine in?”

 

“We were intending to.” I responded, “Do you think I should?”

 

“It’s worth a go.” Laura smiled, “I’ll reckon it'l work wi’ me, tha knows. Couple o' drinks and I’ll be showin' thee more than what you've seein’ already!” she winked.

 

I thanked Laura and made my way to the bar. I was greeted by a young, smartly dressed barman. His accent was a lot less severe than Laura’s; in fact he could have been from down South. I asked to see the wine list and ordered a pint of bitter to drink while I perused it. I selected an Italian Pinot Grigio from the Rocca Estate, which promised a dry, fuller, more floral style, with racy, balanced fruit. It didn’t mention in the blurb whether it made girls feel more amorous or not, but as it was from Italy I thought it might.

 

When I’d finished my beer I left the bar and made my way back to the room. As I passed through the reception area I held up the bottle of wine. Laura smiled.

 

“That'll do for me!” she called, “Good luck!”

I felt strangely nervous as I stood outside our hotel room. Even the thought of ‘our hotel room’ filled me with trepidation. What if Leesa was still getting ready? What if she wasn't completely dressed? She wouldn't open the door if she wasn't decent would she? Oh, I hope she did! I hesitated and composed myself before I knocked. Leesa responded almost immediately. She opened the door and I entered. She was fully dressed as before - unfortunately (!) - her wet hair the only sign that she'd showered.

 

“You’ve been a while?” she questioned.

 

“I didn’t think you’d want me in the room while you were getting ready.” I said, by way of justification, “So I had a drink in the bar. I got you a toothbrush and toothpaste. And I got this.” I said, holding up the bottle of wine, “I thought we could have a little aperitif before we go down to dinner.”

 

“Great!” Leesa said, “I was going to suggest we spent an hour going through tomorrow’s catalogue before dinner. The wine will make that task much more enjoyable!”

 

We sat down at the small table in the room and I poured us both a large glass of wine. Leesa took a sip.

 

“Mmmm. This is really nice. You’ve chosen well.” she murmured, “I could easily get tipsy on this” she laughed taking a big swig.

 

We spent the next hour studying the catalogue and drinking. Leesa’s pen was kept active as she marked down horses for us to look at tomorrow. I ensured I kept Leesa’s glass topped up. I don’t know what toiletries Leesa had used but she smelt divine. She looked as gorgeous as ever. Due to impeccable timing we finished going through the catalogue as I poured out the last of the wine. I left Leesa to finish off while I quickly showered and freshened up. Within fifteen minutes we were making our way downstairs to the dining area. As we passed through reception I glanced across at Laura. She surreptitiously held up her hand with her fingers crossed and mouthed ‘Good Luck!’.

 

The dining area was busy; I recognised many of the faces as being present at the sales. I noticed too that, unlike us, they had changed into evening attire. Obviously they’d planned to stay for the two days from the outset. We found a quiet corner table for two and sat down. I ordered another bottle of the Pinot that we’d enjoyed in our room. We decided to skip the starters and dive straight into the main course. Disappointingly there was no Yorkshire Pudding on the menu so I chose what I took to be the next most traditional dish: Theakstone’s steak and ale pie served with seasonal veg and chips. Leesa opted for the slow roasted lamb shank with mash, vegetables and redcurrant gravy.

 

We sat and chatted mainly about the horses that we’d seen during the day and how much money they’d made. We were both somewhat shocked and disappointed that it appeared most were selling way beyond our budget. When the food arrived we dined in near silence, it was delicious. After we finished our mains we were tempted to go for ‘afters’. I picked the bread-and-butter pudding; Leesa went for the jam sponge and custard. Again the food was exceptional. As the two of us sat, chatted and ate it felt so much like being on a date – like we were a ‘proper’ couple. I’m sure anyone observing us would have concluded that we were. By the time we’d finished our desserts – and the wine – it was obvious we were both flagging. It’d been a long day. We’d been up since half-three in the morning and it was taking its toll.

 

“I’m ready for bed.” Leesa announced, “I’m knackered.”

 

“Me too.” I concurred, “Shall we go up?”

 

When we got back to our room it soon became clear that Leesa had given careful consideration to the practicalities of the potentially embarrassing arrangements of getting ready for bed. Whereas I’d be more than happy for us both to undress together in the bedroom, Leesa was more reserved – disappointingly.

 

“I’ll get ready in the bathroom; you get ready out here.” she instructed, “Let me know when you’re in bed.”

 

She went into the bathroom, leaving me alone in the bedroom. I quickly stripped down to my boxers, piling my discarded clothes on the chair so that Leesa could see I’d not gone to bed with my clothes on. I was still disappointed that Leesa had insisted the beds be separated by so much. I surreptitiously pushed them a bit closer together again so that there was about an eight-inch gap between them. I hoped Leesa didn’t notice how sneaky I’d been! I climbed into bed and stretched out my arm: I could reach well across to the other bed. Satisfied with my cunning ploy, I pulled the light-weight duvet over me and laid silently on the bed listening to Leesa in the bathroom. I imagined her getting undressed and wondered what she’d wear to bed. Although it was a warm night it was too much to hope for that she’d sleep in the nude. If she just wore her bra and panties I’d see more of her than I’d ever seen before. Just the thought of seeing her like that caused me to go erect.

 

“I’m in bed!” I called out.

 

“Okay. I'm ready too.” Leesa responded, “Can you switch the light off? I’m wearing my tee shirt as a nightshirt but it’s not very long; it barely covers my panties.” she added coyly.

 

Leesa merely mentioning her panties caused the blood to surge to my groin. Reluctantly I did as she wished and turned off the light. I was immediately disheartened by how dark the room was. The bathroom door opened and for a split second I saw Leesa standing in the doorway in her white tee shirt, before I could see any more she switched off the bathroom light and we were plunged into darkness. Total darkness. The blackness enveloped the room like a heavy velvet curtain, obscuring all but the faintest whispers of light.

 

“Wow! It’s dark.” Leesa said.

 

“Do you want me to switch the light back on?” I asked expectantly.

 

“No!” Leesa interjected firmly, “I’ll manage.”

 

Although it was extremely disappointing not to be able to clearly see Leesa in her nightwear, at least she wouldn’t be able to notice how closely our beds were now. I watched Leesa’s almost imperceptible dark form approach the beds.

 

“Don’t be getting in the wrong bed.” I joked, desperately hoping that she would.

 

“In your dreams!” she giggled.

 

I heard her fumbling when she reached the bed, then the mattress creak slightly and the duvet rustle as she climbed in.

 

“Comfortable? I questioned, once I thought she’d settled down.

 

“You sound close?” she quizzed suspiciously.

 

“It’s because it’s so dark. As we can’t see so well our other senses are more receptive – our hearing, our sense of smell. Can you smell the lavender on the bedding?”

 

I heard her take a deep breath; she seemed only inches from me.

 

“I can!” she concurred, “They smell lovely.”

 

“See, even your sense of smell is heightened.” I explained, hoping I’d distracted her from the real reason I sounded so close.

 

“That makes sense.” she murmured, “I’ll sleep well tonight with the aroma of lavender wafting in the air.”

 

“You smell gorgeous too.” I said, softly, “And you looked lovely tonight.” I added bravely. I’d never talked so openly to Leesa before.

 

“Oh, that’s sweet. Thank you.” she whimpered, “And thank you for a lovely evening. I really enjoyed tonight.”

 

“You’re welcome.” I whispered, “At least we won’t have to get up so early tomorrow.”

 

“That’s true.” she chuckled lightly, “And we get a cooked breakfast!”

 

Laying so close to Leesa and chatting freely made it seem like we were a real couple. I could hear her breathing and I could smell her delightful scent. It was such a turn on. I wriggled my boxers down and off over my ankles; I reached down and tossed them in the general direction of my other clothes. I pulled the duvet to one side and shifted across to the edge of the bed nearest Leesa, so now I was laying completely exposed barely a meter away from where Leesa lay; it felt so exhilarating, so thrilling. If she switched on the light she’d see my naked body, and see from my firm member just how much she excited me. She was close enough to reach out and hold it if she was so inclined. How I wished she would

 

“What are you doing?” she quizzed in response to my shuffling, “You do sound really close.”

 

“Just getting comfortable.” I explained, “Has your eyesight adjusted to the dark yet?”

 

“A little.” she confirmed, “I can just about see you but I can’t make out any detail.”

 

“Same here.” I said, “Unfortunately!”

 

“Naughty!” she giggled, “I guess we ought to get some sleep. Goodnight.” she added, bringing the conversation to a halt before I took it too far.

 

“Goodnight.” I replied, “Sleep tight. Love you.” I added really softly.

 

“Sorry. I didn’t catch that?” Leesa said.

 

“Sleep tight.” I repeated, a little louder.

 

“You too.” she replied, "See you in the morning."

 

Although I was really tired after the early start, the long drive and the frustrating day at the sales, capped off by a nice meal and wine, I knew I was going to find it hard to sleep. I was too enthralled by Leesa being so close. I laid still and listened to her soft breathing. I could just about discern the slight rise and fall of her duvet as she breathed. I was captivated. After scarcely five minutes the soft rhythm of Leesa’s breathing was replaced by the familiar sound of her snoring. As it had been in the car earlier it was a gentle purr with the occasional low whistle. She was asleep already.

 

Once I was sure she was soundly asleep I reached out towards her. I didn’t have to stretch too far to make contact with her duvet. I slipped my hand underneath and slid it across the bed; within moments I made contact with Leesa’s tee shirt. Amazingly, she was laying on her back on the side of the bed nearest me; I couldn’t believe my luck! I glided my hand down and soon found the bottom of Leesa’s tee; it was either very short – no more than a crop top - or it had ridden up in the bed, I suspect the latter.

 

I put my hand up inside her top. I touched her bra, it felt soft and lacy. I gently cupped her breast nearest me, it was quite a handful! I really wanted to put my hand inside her bra but I feared that would wake her. Instead I started to move my hand lower, like Livingstone searching for the source of the Nile, I explored south. My fingers run slowly over her silken-smooth stomach, hesitating momentarily at her little sunken bellybutton before steadily moving on. It seemed ages before I reached the next landmark – the top of her panties! I had gasped when I first touched them, I knew my destination was getting close. I paused; her panties felt so soft. I slid my hand inside them and continued my journey. After a little bit further her smooth skin gave way to short, stubbly hair. My holy grail – my Lake Victoria – must be very close now. Then my fingers were on it – the very top of her slit. I gently traced its outline noting how elastic and pliable it was, yet at the same time it felt so delicate.

 

I desperately wanted to let my fingers explore inside but I was concerned she would sense them and wake up. Instead I contented myself with gently stroking it. I was in ecstasy.

 

Suddenly the rhythm of Leesa’s snoring changed. The purring got more intense and the occasional whistle was replaced by a deep sigh. Her body started to shift. I quickly withdrew my hand from inside her panties for fear she was going to roll on it and trap it. Not a moment too soon; she rolled onto her side facing me. As she did it her arm stretched out over me, as if to hug me. Once she had adopted this new position her snoring returned to normal. I placed my arm over her and to all intense and purposes we were laying together in a warm embrace separated only by the small gap between the beds.

 

It felt so natural, so comforting to be wrapped in each other’s arms, even though it was only loosely. Feeling safe, satisfied and secure, I drifted off to sleep.

 

Not surprisingly, given all that had happened during the day and night, I had the most vivid dream. We, that is Leesa and I, were in the hotel bedroom but instead of being in separate beds we were in the same one. Rather than pitch black the room was bathed in subdued light, hazily streaming in through the window to give a soft glow. I was flat on my back, naked. Leesa was kneeling astride me, facing me cowboy fashion; she had a kittenish smile on her face that I’d not witnessed before. She was dressed as I’d last seen her in a white tee shirt. The tee was a bit small, and as it stretched out over her ample breasts, it left a band of her bare midriff exposed; her skin was gloriously silky. I lifted the shirt up even higher to expose her white lacy bra, it was just how I’d imagined it would be from when I’d touched it earlier. I was much braver in my dream: I pushed the cups up to expose her breasts. They were magnificent. I cupped them in my hands and caressed them; her nipples were firm and poking out. Leesa was completely unfazed that I was fondling her breasts; meanwhile she was stroking my manhood, softly and slowly.

 

I looked down at Leesa’s panties. Normally when I undress Leesa in my dreams – which I do more often than I care to admit! - I imagine her in pink or white panties; tonight, however, she was surprisingly wearing pale blue ones. I’d never dreamt of those before; not that I was complaining, they were tiny and very pretty; they even had a little pearl detail on the waistband at the front. Amazing the level of detail you pick up on in your sleep.

 

Leesa viewed my member stiff in her hand and I noticed her smile at the result of her stimulation. 'Mmm, not bad.' she murmured. She gently eased back my foreskin to expose my purple domed head. What she did next took me completely by surprise, she softly tapped the end of my my nob with her finger. No one had ever done that to me before; it sent a tingling sensation right up my shaft and made my whole-body tremor involuntarily, an irrepressible convulsive shudder like someone walking over my grave. I gasped at the thrill of her touch. She moved her other hand to her panties and pulled them to one side to expose her vulva. Given that I had felt it earlier I found it easier to visualise now and in future dreams. There was that small patch of blond, stubbly hair then her slit with its pliable flaps. I noticed how red it was, like the delicate petals of a rose.

 

Leesa held my member firmly and slid down my thighs so that her pussy glided inexorably towards it. I watched in awe as our two most intimate parts docked like spaceships. Initially she was leaning back, supporting some of her weight on her thighs, but once she was satisfied that I was comfortably inside her she put her hands on my chest and pushed off so that she slid up and down my thighs. When she was at the bottom of her slide my member was deep inside her, but when she was at the top she skilfully ensured it didn’t come out. As she bounced up and down I grasped her buttocks and squeezed them. Her gorgeous tits were exposed as her bra cups were dislodged; I watched them wobble as Leesa bobbed up and down. Leesa leaned forward so that her breasts rested on my chest; we kissed, and she murmured, ‘Mmm, that feels good.’ She started to gyrate her body so that her hips were grinding against my pelvis. I was amazed by how flexible and dexterous she was. Her strokes were getting shorter, more intense. I knew I was nearing my climax, and from the noises that Leesa was making I guessed she was too. She sat back up, ramrod straight and thrust down. We both gasped and released. Once we were spent Leesa cupped my balls in her hand and tenderly massaged them. My dream was over. I was euphoric.

 

I slept soundly and contently. If I had other dreams that night they were certainly not as graphic or memorable. We both awoke when the alarm went off at seven-thirty. It took a while to orientate ourselves in the strange surroundings of the hotel room. There was bright sunlight streaming into the room. We were laying in our separate beds facing each other. Oh, the times I’d dreamt of waking up like this next to Leesa! I was still stark naked. My bed was in a dishevelled state; the duvet was missing so I was completely exposed. My manhood was proudly erect and pointing at Leesa; it was still rather red from last night’s activity. It took a while to for our eyes to adjust to the light. Leesa rubbed the sleep from her eyes and then realised what she could see.

 

“Oh my God!” Leesa exclaimed, “You’re naked! I can see your willy!”

 

I noticed that, although she expressed shock at the sight of my manhood, she didn’t attempt to look away. In fact, she appeared to be staring at it intently and smiling broadly. I put my hands down and covered it up.

 

"Spoil sport!" she chuckled, "I was enjoying the view!"

As for Leesa she was partly uncovered; the duvet had slipped off to the side away from me. As I say, she lay on her side facing me. I could see that her white tee had ridden up to just below her bra, and her panties were around her thighs. Her pussy was exposed and in full view; it looked glorious – more blush pink than the vivid red that I had visualised last night..

 

“You’re not that decent yourself.” I said, indicating with my eyes what I meant.

 

Leesa looked down and suddenly realised what I could probably see. She uttered a profanity, pushed her tee shirt down, and quickly pulled her panties up. I noticed straight away that they were tiny, pale blue ones. They were very pretty, right down to the little pearl detail on the waistband at the front. She hurriedly pulled the duvet back over her

 

“I suppose you saw it, didn’t you? My pussy?” Leesa said, unable to hide her obvious embarrassment.

 

“I did.” I confirmed, “It’s very nice.” I complimented her.

 

“Last night I was too shy to let you see me in my panties. I can’t believe that now I’ve let you see my pussy. Whatever you do, don’t tell anyone when we get home that you saw it.” she pleaded, “I promise I won’t tell anyone that I saw your willy.” she added, her face flushed red.

 

“I won’t tell. I promise.” I reassured her.

I thought back to last night and began to wonder: was it all a dream, or was it real? My manhood was red as if it had seen action during the night; but that could be explained away if I’d played with it during my dream. My vision of Leesa’s private parts was much more accurate than in previous dreams; but again, I’d actually touched them so I was better informed. I kept coming back to her little blue panties. How could I dream about them, I’d never visualised her in blue ones ever before? And I’d not seen them at all during the day – unfortunately! Even when Leesa came out of the bathroom just before we went to bed she made sure I didn’t even get a glimpse of them. And yet I’d visualised so much detail, right down to the little pearl, I couldn’t have guessed that correctly could I? If it had been real and not a dream did Leesa even know what she’d done? Could she have done it in her sleep? I can’t believe she would have done it knowingly. I needed answers.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked innocently, seeking the truth.

 

“Like a log.” Leesa replied, “You?”

 

“Not too bad.” I responded, “I had a weird dream though.” I confessed.

 

“What about?” Leesa enquired.

 

“You.” I said, looking at her for a reaction.

 

“Me?” she looked at me suspiciously.

 

“Yes you.” I confirmed.

 

“Have you dreamt about me before?” she asked.

 

“Occasionally.” I admitted, not willing to confess just how often I did dream about her.

 

“What did you dream about me?” she quizzed.

 

 "I dreamt you got into bed with me.” I continued.

 

“As if!” Leesa giggled, “I expect that’s because you joked about me getting in the wrong bed and I said, ‘In your dreams’!”

 

“I expect that’s what it was.” I replied, not convinced, “It was very realistic though.”

 

“What happened?” Leesa asked, her interest piqued.

 

“I’d rather not say.” I countered coyly, “Let’s just say I was naked.”

 

“Like you are now.” Leesa smiled.

 

I’d forgotten that I was still naked. I was cupping my ‘bits’ in my hands so Leesa couldn’t see them.

 

“I hope I wasn’t naked in your dream?” Leesa challenged.

 

“No, you were wearing what you’ve got on now – a white tee shirt, white bra and blue panties.”

 

I hoped Leesa may pick up on the fact that I’d dreamt about her as she was dressed now even though I didn’t know at the time what she was wearing. Unfortunately this conundrum didn’t register with Leesa.

 

“You still haven’t told me what happened?” Leesa persisted, “Or, given that you were naked, is it better that I don’t know?”

 

“Probably.” I admitted with a grin, “Don’t you think it strange I dreamt you were wearing blue panties? Exactly like the ones you are wearing?”

 

“Just a coincidence.” Leesa offered, “I often wear blue panties, I’ve got several pairs”

 

I made a mental note of this for future dreams before continuing.

 

“With a little pearl on the front?” I challenged.

 

Leesa looked under the duvet to remind herself what her panties looked like.

 

“They have got a little pearl decoration on them.” she confirmed, "I'd not really noticed that before."

 

“More than just a strange coincidence don’t you think?” I pressed.

 

“You must have seen them earlier without realising it.” she reasoned, “And it lodged in your subconscious.”

 

“Given how careful you are not to show me anything, ever, don’t you think I would remember seeing them?” I put forward, “You would’ve been embarrassed if I’d seen them. You admitted as much just now.”

 

“That’s true.” Leesa admitted, “Perhaps you’re physic or you’ve got x-ray vision and saw through my jeans?”

 

“I wish I’d got x-ray vision!” I grinned, “I’d know what panties you’re wearing every day then!”

 

“Naughty!” she laughed, then more seriously she added, “You really do think I got into bed with you don’t you?”

 

“I honestly don’t know.” I sighed, “You’d surely remember if you had?”

 

Leesa pondered on this for a while. She looked tense. The colour drained from her face. I grew concerned.

 

“What’s the matter Leesa?” I said, worriedly.

 

“This is going to sound strange but I sometimes used to talk in my sleep and sleepwalk when I was younger. One time I even let myself out of the house and wandered down the road. It was so embarrassing; I was in my teens and I’d only got a short nightshirt on with the tiniest of panties underneath. It caused quite a stir! Not that I knew it at the time. I wonder if that’s why I’m so inhibited about people seeing me in a state of undress now? I’ve not knowingly done it for ages. But I know strange surroundings can trigger it, as can alcohol.” Leesa explained, “You don’t think I did it last night?” she queried, sounding pensive.

 

“Do you not know when you’ve done it?” I enquired, “No recollection at all?”

 

“I’m normally oblivious.” she replied.

 

“And you really have no awareness of what you’re doing?” I pressed.

 

“No. None whatsoever.” she confirmed.

 

Well this was awkward! I didn’t know if I was awake or dreaming. Leesa didn’t know if she was sleepwalking. I tried to recall what had actually happened in my ‘dream’ if that is indeed what it was. I recalled that there was enough light in the room for me to see that Leesa was smiling and her eyes were open.

 

“Do you know if your eyes are open or closed when you’re sleepwalking?” I asked, “Can you see things?”

 

“Apparently my eyes are open. I wouldn’t say I see things but I’m sort of aware of them, if that makes sense?” she explained.

 

“I guess so.” I replied.

 

“I once made myself Marmite on toast in my sleep.” she said proudly, “Worked the toaster, spread the butter and the Marmite. I was happily eating it when my parents found me in the kitchen. I knew nothing about it in the morning.”

 

If she could do that, what we did last night was completely plausible. Then I recalled that she had murmured her satisfaction as she had slid up and down my member.

 

“And do you talk?” I quizzed.

 

“Oh yes.” she chuckled, “When I was walking down the road in my short night shirt I met a complete stranger - an old man walking his dog. I lifted up my shirt and asked him if he liked my cute little panties. I nearly gave the old boy a heart attack!” 

 

“I bet! When was the last time you did it?” I asked, “Sleepwalking, I mean.” I clarified.

 

“Not for several years now.” Leesa said, “Not to my knowledge anyway.”

 

“And you’ve no recollection of doing anything last night?” I queried.

 

“I remember chatting to you as we lay in our beds; how dark it was and how close you sounded. I know that I was tired and a little squiffy after the wine. Then I must have dropped off to sleep.” she said, “Then nothing till the alarm went off this morning and I woke up to the sight of you laying there naked with your willy in full view.” she chuckled.   

 

I didn’t know whether to feel relief that Leesa couldn’t remember anything that had happened; or disappointment that she couldn’t remember anything that had happened. I still wasn’t sure if it had been a dream or if it had actually occurred. Either way, I had found it extremely pleasurable. There was no way I wouldn’t remember it!

 

“Are you going to tell me what I did in your dream last night?” Leesa asked, “Or what I did in my sleep!”

 

“Like you said earlier, it’s probably best you don’t know.” I responded, "Especially now."

 

“You can’t just leave me hanging.” she persisted, “Especially if it’s something I actually did, rather than something you dreamt I did.”

 

“That’s the thing, we still don’t know do we?” I questioned, “After what you’ve just told me I’m none the wiser.”

 

“Does it make any difference?” she enquired.

 

“It makes a big difference!” I confirmed.

 

“Awww, I really want to know!” she whined, “If you tell me what I did I’ll pull my panties down and show you my pussy again.” she giggled.

 

“You wouldn’t?” I reacted, shocked at her suggestion.

 

“I would. You’ve seen it anyway” she chuckled, “Now please tell me.”

 

“What if you find it too embarrassing or even distressing?” I countered, “I don’t want to upset you.”

 

“I’d rather know. Tell me. Please.” she pleaded, “Pretty please. I’ll even take my shirt and bra off too and show you my tits if that’s what it takes to persuade you to spill the beans. After all, I've seen you naked.” she beseeched, and gave me a wink.

 

“If I tell you, you promise you won’t get angry?” I said, “Or upset?”

 

“I promise I won’t get angry with you. I can’t promise I won’t get upset or embarrassed; that will depend on what it is I’ve done.” she reasoned.

 

“And you’ll definitely get naked?” I said, not believing she would go through with it.

 

“As soon as you’ve told me I’ll strip off and show you everything.” she confirmed, “You can even join me in this bed if you want?” she teased.

 

“That would be good.” I smiled, “Okay, I’ll tell you what happened.”

 

“Great!” she exclaimed excitedly.

 

Leesa shifted expectantly on the bed, adjusting her position so that she laid on her side to get a good view of me as I told her what had unfolded. She listened intently as I relayed as much detail as I could remember about my ‘dream’. I started by confirming that at the time of my ‘dream’ it must have been early morning because sunlight was streaming in through the window giving the room a warm glow and making everything much more visible than it had been when we went to bed. I affirmed that I was laying on my back, naked, with nothing covering me and everything exposed.

 

“Remind me again what you mean.” Leesa interrupted, “Please.”

“Just like this.” I said, taking my hands away from my member and giving Leesa a full view of it again.

 

Leesa chuckled and interjected that she liked it so far. I continued by confirming that the two of us were on the same bed – my bed – but I didn’t know how she had got there. I hadn’t heard or felt her get in. By the time I realised she was there she was already kneeling astride me, facing me cowboy style, with an impish smile on her face that I’d not seen before.

 

Leesa fidgeted uneasily at this. I then went on to recall that she was dressed in a white tee shirt and that I’d lifted her shirt up to expose her white lacy bra. I blushed as I went on to explain that I’d pushed the cups of her bra up to expose her breasts, hold them in my hands and caress them. I related that while I was doing this she was stroking my manhood.

 

"I was actually holding your willy?" Leesa quizzed awkwardly, "In my hand?"

“You were. Do you want me to go on?” I asked Leesa, feeling uncomfortable at what I was telling her.

 

“So so far you’ve seen and held my tits and I’ve seen and held your penis?” she clarified.

 

“That’s right.” I confirmed, “Do you want me to carry on?”

 

“Yes please.” she urged, “I take it there’s more?”

 

I continued with my story explaining that it was at this point I looked down at her panties, noting that she was wearing pale blue ones, and that they were tiny and very pretty with a little pearl detail at the front. I cleared my throat knowing I was about to move into murkier waters. I explained that she had continued to hold my member in one hand and pull her panties to the side to expose her vulva.

 

“I actually did that?” Leesa  said, sounding shocked, “You saw it? My pussy?”

 

I nodded, going on to describe what it looked like. Leesa looked surprised at the level of detail I was able to convey. At one point she even looked inside her panties to check what I said I’d observed was true! I then continued by telling her that she now put my erect member inside her and slid up and down it.

 

“Wait!” she exclaimed, “You’re telling me we had sex?”

 

“We did.” I affirmed, “You very much instigated it, and seemed to enjoy it.”

 

“I can’t believe that you dreamt we had sex together!” she blurted, "Is there more?” she asked after a moment of contemplation.

 

“You want me to go on?” I asked, "Are you sure?"

 

“I’m not sure I want you to, but please do.” she said, "After all, we've already had sex together how much worse can it get?"

 

I ignored her disparaging remark and continued by describing how, as she bounced up and down with me inside her, I had grasped her buttocks and squeezed them. And how her gorgeous tits bobbed. I relayed how we embraced and kissed before simultaneously reaching an orgasm.

 

As I concluded my version of what had happened in my dream I noticed that Leesa had slipped her hand inside her panties and was rubbing herself. When she realised I had finished she quickly removed it. She looked flushed.

 

“Thank you for being so open with me.” she said, “That was quite a dream!”

 

“If it was a dream.” I responded, “I’m still not sure.”

 

“You think we actually had sex?” she asked, “That you weren’t dreaming?”

 

“I’m just disappointed you can’t remember.” I sighed, “I won’t forget it in a hurry. It was magical.”

 

“Don’t take it personally. It could’ve been the best sex ever and I still wouldn’t remember.” she stated.

 

“Oh, it was!” I told her, "You were great!"

 

“I’ll have to take your word for it.” she laughed, “I’m disappointed that I missed out!”

 

“Can I ask you a personal question?” I asked tentatively.

 

“By-all-means.” Leesa confirmed, “But if it’s about my pussy, you seem to know more about it than I do!” she added with a giggle.

“No, it's not that. Are you on the pill?” I asked candidly.

 

“Don’t worry. I’m protected.” she confirmed, “We won’t be having babies!” she giggled.

 

“I’m sorry I had to ask.” I said sheepishly, “Just in case it wasn’t a dream.”

“No problem. You were right to ask, ‘just in case’.” she smiled, “You do realise that all the time we’ve been laying here chatting I’ve been able to see your willy?”

 

“I’m so sorry.” I grovelled, and moved to cover it up.

 

“No, don’t do that!” she instructed, “I’ve enjoyed looking at it. Have you finished telling me about last night?”

 

“I think so.” I said, “Unless you can think of anything I’ve missed?”

 

“There was one thing.” she smiled.

 

“What’s that?” I asked puzzled.

 

“You didn’t get to the bit where I get naked too.” she giggled, “I take it you still want me to?”

 

“Yes please!” I beamed, "I didn't think you were serious."

"Of course I was serious!" she grinned.

 

Leesa pushed her duvet off so that I could see the full length of her splendid body. She then inched her little blue panties down, once again her delightful pussy was fully exposed. She removed her panties completely and then lifted her white tee shirt over her head. Finally she removed her bra to reveal her glorious boobs.

 

“Well, we’re both naked now.” she giggled, shifting in the bed so that I got a full-frontal view, “Sorry it’s not as smooth down there as it normally is. But you already know that." she chuckled.

 

“Stunning!” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I took in the splendid view of her glorious body, “Absolutely stunning!”

 

“Thank you. Are you going to join me in this bed?” she asked, “We’ve just got time for a ‘quickie’ before breakfast.” she continued to my utter astonishment.

 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, did she actually say ‘quickie’? As in sex? I must still be dreaming. Leesa was never like this; not with me anyway. I checked my pulse and my heart was still beating; I exhaled, I think I'm still breathing; I pinched myself, literally, it hurt – I must be conscious! Full of anticipation, I moved across from my bed to hers - it wasn't a long journey! Leesa laid on her back and spread her legs invitingly. There was no doubting what she meant. Her pussy was already partly open, glistening and damp.

I lowered myself gently on top of her. She took hold of my erect penis; it was a familiar grip from last night. She stroked it and pushed my foreskin back. She then did something I'd only experienced once before - she tapped the end of my dome with her finger. As with the previous time it made me shudder. I felt the tip of my member press against the flaps of her vulva and then I was inside her. Within moments she arched her back and started to swivel her lower body in a small, circular motion so that her hips were rubbing against my pelvis.

Although I was on top, Leesa was very much in charge; she was bossing it just as she did last night in my dream. I plucked at her erect nipples with my mouth. Leesa placed her hand behind my head and pulled me in so that my face was drowning between her ample breasts. After a short while she released her grip and I came up for air. I brushed her tousled hair away from her adorable face and we kissed. It wasn’t a long passionate kiss but more a series of scant, crisp pecks. We giggled playfully as we explored each other with our lips. We were both breathing short, sharp breaths now and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I peaked. She was biting her lip and her eyes were closed. She was thrusting up with her pelvis as if she were possessed. I couldn’t hold on any longer, I plunged deep inside her and released. Leesa let out a short, sharp yelp followed by a long, drawn-out whimper; she had climaxed too. We were both breathing heavy as I rolled off her, sated.

 

“That definitely wasn’t a dream.” she giggled, “It was dreamy though.” she added, contently.

 

“You were great. Again” I stated, getting my breath back.

 

“You weren't too shabby yourself.” she grinned, "And we’re still in time for breakfast." she added, but in no way intending it as a slur on my performance (I hope).

 

She swung her adorable legs off the bed and stood up. I watched her bare bottom wobble as she padded across the floor to the bathroom. I noticed that she’d got red marks on her bum cheeks that looked like hand-prints. When she got to the bathroom door she stopped and turned around. I gazed in wonderment as I watched her boobs jiggle and her slit vacillate as she walked back nonchalantly towards me. To think only last night she’d asked me to switch the light off to prevent me seeing her panties, and here she was with everything in full view seemingly without a care in the world.

 

“Silly me, I forgot my undies.” she said, bending over the bed and picking up her bra and panties. As she bent over her boobs hung pendulously in front of me. They really were breathtaking, like two ripe melons, full and inviting under the golden glow of the morning sun.

 

“Can I see your bottom?” I asked, sitting on the side of the bed.

 

“No probs.” Leesa replied calmly, completely unconcerned that she was standing just in front of me with her delightful pussy in full view.

 

Leesa turned her back to me and I examined the red marks on her pert bottom; they certainly looked like hand-prints; I placed my hands on her cheeks.

 

“Naughty!” she chuckled, “You only said you wanted to look.”

 

“Sorry.” I apologised, “It’s just you’ve got red marks on your bottom and they match up with my hands.”

 

“Who else’s would they be, Numpty!” she chortled, “Unless you think someone crept in the room and fondled my bum?”

 

“That’s just it. Just now when we did what we did, you were on your back all the time. I couldn’t grope your bottom however much I wanted to. The only time I felt it was in my ‘dream’. I’m even more convinced it wasn’t a dream and we actually did have sex.”

 

“In which case, we’ve had it twice now.” Leesa chortled, “Although I still can’t recall the first time.” I thought I sensed a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying Leesa, but you have got a gorgeous bottom.” I remarked, taking in the splendid view of it. “It’s terrific!”

 

“Aww, thank you.” Leesa responded, "I'm glad you like it."

 

“I’ve always admired it when you’ve worn tight jeans or jodhpurs.” I commented, “To see it exposed like this is great!”

 

I moved in closer behind Leesa; my member was stiff again. It prodded against her bare cheeks.

 

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing back there.” Leesa chuckled, “I can feel it poking me in the butt. I suppose you’d like me to bend over so you can slip it in?”

 

“Well?” I enquired, hopefully.

 

“The only sausage I want in me at the moment is one that comes with egg, bacon, mushrooms and beans.” she giggled, “Now hurry up and get dressed, I don’t want to miss breakfast.”

 

“Spoil sport!” I huffed.

We got dressed in front of each other, all of the shyness from the night before just a distant memory. I looked fondly at Leesa’s tiny blue panties as she slipped into them, wondering if I’d ever see what’s under them again, and reluctantly accepting the fact that I probably never would. Fully dressed, we went down to the dining area and feasted on a magnificent full-Yorkshire breakfast with oodles of tea. I was certainly famished as a result of our nocturnal activities and it appeared that Leesa was too. We dined in near silence.

After the meal we returned to our room to pack – both our toothbrushes! As soon as I’d closed the door behind us Leesa surprised me by saying:

“Do you want to continue from where we left off?”

 

“Sorry? How do you mean?” I replied, completely at a loss to what she as getting at.

 

“If I remember correctly, you wanted me to bend over so you could slide your thing in my bottom. Correct?” she grinned.

 

“You wouldn’t?” I said in disbelief.

 

“Wouldn’t I?” she chuckled, “We’ve got the room for another twenty minutes, we may as well make use of it. Get our money's worth.”

 

To prove her point she moved her hands to the top of her jeans, undid them and peeled them down to her knees, revealing her little blue panties once more. She then gripped her panties and dropped those to her knees as well. I was incredulous as I stared in shock at her exposed pussy – once more! When she’d slipped her panties back on barely an hour ago I had accepted that I was unlikely to ever see it again; yet here it was in full view in all its glory. I found the blood rush to my groin at this unexpected treat.

 

Leesa turned her back to me, bent over and gave a wiggle of her gorgeous bare bottom. I starred at it in astonishment. She couldn’t have made it more obvious what she was expecting. Was this really the same Leesa that had been too shy to let me see her in a tee shirt only last night? I was rendered speechless.

 

“Well, are you going to do it or not?” Leesa questioned, “We haven’t got all day.”

 

I quickly undid my jeans and let them fall; I pulled down my boxers and they joined my jeans around my ankles. Given the view I was enjoying, not surprisingly I was erect again. I parted Leesa’s cheeks and inserted my member. As soon as she felt it Leesa pushed her bum back against it.

 

“Is that it?” Leesa queried, sounding disappointed.

 

I’d been hesitant up to now, not wishing to shock or hurt her. I took hold of her hips and held them firmly, then I thrust forward.

 

“Ouch!” Leesa yelped, “That's better! You’re definitely in there now!” she laughed.

 

With that she started to twerk her bottom, not over-vigorously but enough to make her cheeks wobble and cause a pleasurable sensation in my shaft. As she wiggled I continued to hold her hips and press into her. I knew I couldn’t last much longer; I also knew I was a spent force from the two times I’d ejaculated already this morning. Leesa was groaning loudly now and her movements were getting more intense. I pushed in as far as I could, it was really tight. I managed to eject something. As I did so Leesa whimpered; I wasn’t sure if it was with pain or pleasure.

 

"Are you okay?” I asked breathlessly.

 

“Mmm.” Leesa replied, exhaustedly, “That was fun. I enjoyed that.”

"Me too." I whimpered, "Sorry it was over so quick."

 

I slowly withdrew from her. When I was completely out she stood up straight and turned to face me, shuffling around because her jeans and panties were still around her knees. She looked down at my member which was red from the exertion.

 

“That looks sore.” she said, “Would you like me to rub it better?”

"It's been a busy morning!" I exhaled, "You can try but I'm sure all you'll do is get it excited again."

"I like it when it's excited!" Leesa grinned.

 

I thought Leesa rubbing my manhood was not likely to have the soothing effect she was expecting, just the opposite in fact! Never-the-less, I didn’t object to her taking hold of it. I was wrong. She gently stroked it and I found the motion eased the soreness. She then cupped my drained balls in her hand and massaged them. They felt better already. Leesa still had her jeans and panties at half-mast so her tight little slit was exposed. As she caressed me I gently laid my fingers on her pussy and rubbed it tenderly.

 

“That feels nice.” Leesa purred, “But if you keep doing that I’ll want you back inside me. We really ought to be stopping now. We don’t want the cleaners catching us like this!” she laughed.

 

To make up for what I considered my lackluster performance, I stopped rubbing the outside of Leesa’s pussy and instead slipped my fingers inside. I quickly found the tip of her clit. It felt about the size of a baked bean, suggesting she was already aroused. I alternately flicked it like a Subbuteo player and plucked it like a guitar string.

 

“Oh my God! That feels so good!” she cried out, “Please do that some more. I don’t care if the cleaners do discover us!”

 

I carried on as instructed only speeding up and intensifying the flicking / plucking. I could feel Leesa getting quite wet. Her face was contorted as if she was in pain; her eyes were closed and she was biting on her bottom lip so hard that I was worried she would make it bleed.

 

“Sweet Jesus! Where did you learn to do that? It’s incredible!” she yelled, “It’s no good, I need the bathroom.” she simpered.

 

I quickly withdrew my fingers, Leesa turned and hurried off in the direction of the bathroom. I say ‘hurried’ in that she moved as quickly as she could bearing in mind that by now her jeans and panties were wrapped around her ankles. I watched and smiled as her bare bum cheeks wobbled with the motion. She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

 

While I waited I pulled my boxers and jeans back up and made myself presentable. I then tidied the beds; they were in a dishevelled state as a result of last night’s playful high jinks. The cleaners would be left in no doubt as to what we’d got up to.

 

After about five minutes Leesa emerged from the bathroom. She was fully dressed and looked as innocent and demure as she always did. Apart from a slight flushing to her face there was no outward sign of what we’d just been doing.

 

“Are you ready?” she said cheerily, with no acknowledgement of what had gone previous, “Let’s go and see if we can get you a horse.”

 

We casually made our way downstairs. Laura was behind the reception desk when we checked out. She was dressed in black again and looked very attractive even in the morning.

 

"Gud mornin’. Ah hope everything were reyt for thee?” she smiled, “Did Room Number Nine turn out lucky? Thee certainly looks reyt ‘appy.” she grinned.

I shot Leesa a glance, fortunately she was distractedly looking at brochures of local attractions in a display case off to one side and wasn’t taking any interest in my discussion with the receptionist.

“Good morning.. It certainly did!” I smiled back, “As you promised, the Yorkshire air worked wonders.”

 

“The wine 'elped, I reckon.” Laura added with a grin, “An’ did tha see more of yer mate than tha did of me?”

 

“A lot more!” I grinned, “I saw everything!”

 

“Wah, that’s reyt good! Tha’s kidding me? Everythin?” Laura chuckled, “What’s she wearin’ under them jeans, then? If tha don't mind me askin?”

 

“She’s wearing tiny blue panties.” I smiled, “And I mean tiny!”

 

“Blue?” Laura queried, “I thought she’d be a proper pink lass.”

 

“So did I!” I confessed, “Or white.”

 

“Nah, I reckon she ain't as innocent as she makes out.” Laura grinned, “An' did tha manage to get 'er knickers off as well?”

 

“I did!” I said, not able to mask my delight, “I got everything off!”

“Wah, that’s reyt good! Tha’s kidding me? Everythin? Ah'll bet she's reyt attractive nekkid, eh?” Laura chuckled, “And did she see owt of you?”

 

“She did!” I grinned, “I was ‘nekkid’ too!”

 

“Jammy lass!” Laura chortled, “I suppose our maids'll be rushin' 'round rearrangin' yer beds?”

 

“Yes. Sorry about that.” I grovelled.

 

“Nowt to worry about. So long as you two 'ad a proper good neet.” Laura winked.

 

“We did! It was a proper good neet!” I confirmed, unable to hide my unbridled joy. "“The best night ever!”

 

“Aye, sounds like it. I'm dead jealous. Tha can’t beat a steamy neet in Donny." Laura smiled, “If thee could give us a proper lovely review, that'd be champion.” Laura continued.

 

“Oh, we will!” I beamed.

 

“Don’t go overboard wi’ the details, mind.” Laura chuckled and gave me a wink.

 

We said our farewells. Leesa and I returned to the racecourse, arriving just in time to see the first lots go through the sales ring. After a couple of hours it became apparent that horses were making even more money today than they were yesterday. It was extremely unlikely that we would be successful. Soon after midday we decided to give it best and head home; this way we’d have daylight for most of the journey.

 

We climbed into the car and fastened our seatbelts. As I went to fire up the engine, Leesa placed her hand on my thigh and turned to face me with an earnest expression on her face.

“About last night…” she started gravely, “You won’t tell anyone what we did will you?”

 

“No, of course not.” I replied soberly, “Do you regret what we did then?” I added staidly.

 

“Not at all! It was fun.” Leesa responded, sounding more upbeat, “It’s just I wouldn’t want our friends to find out.”

 

“My lips are sealed.” I confirmed, “What happens in Donny, stays in Donny!"

 

“Thank you.” Leesa said, reassured, “And don’t go reading anything into it. It was just a one-off.”

 

“Understood.” I said, failing completely to hide my disappointment. I thought I’d pre-empt her, so I continued, “We can still be friends though can’t we?”

 

“Of course!” she assured, then hesitatingly she added, “One other thing…..that thing you did with your fingers in my pussy this morning. If I wanted you to do it again at any time, would you?”

 

“Of course!” I smiled, “Anytime!”

"Thank you!" Leesa grinned, "It goes without saying that, if I do ask you to do it again, you'll get to see my pussy, and you may even get to put your thing in it!"

“That would be great!” I smiled, “We’d be friends with benefits.”

“Exactly that!” Leesa chuckled.

 

My feelings for Leesa were such that I really wanted to be in a romantic relationship with her; to be her boyfriend. But, failing that, I guess being her friend with benefits was second best, certainly better than being just friends.

I started the car and headed homeward. Given our failure to achieve what we’d set out to do – namely buy a horse – I should have been downcast driving home. As it was, I felt elated by all that had happened so unexpectedly last night, and by the thought of potentially more enjoyment to come.

 

As had occurred on the way up, no sooner had we left the racecourse than Leesa was asleep. I suppose it wasn’t surprising given all that we’d done overnight. As we headed south I found the gentle purring of her snoring comforting.

 

After a couple of hours I found myself distracted by Leesa sleeping soundly next to me. She looked so cute, so pure; although now I knew she wasn’t so innocent! As I had done on the  journey up, I started to undress her in my mind. I imagined her pink sweater coming off, followed by her white tee shirt. I knew now that she was wearing a white bra that barely contained her ample breasts. When her bra came off I visualised her magnificent boobs; I remembered how wonderous they had felt when I held them. I then fantasised that I undid her tight blue jeans and pulled them slowly down to reveal her tiny blue panties with the little pearl at the front. Finally I envisioned pulling her pretty panties down. I didn’t have to guess what was underneath, I’d seen it, I’d felt it, I’d even been inside it! I knew it was glorious. The mere thought of it caused me to stiffen up again.

 

I noticed that the zip to Leesa’s jeans was on show. I was much braver than I had been on the outward journey. I gently pulled the zip down and slid my fingers inside her jeans, and then inside her panties. I knew my way around in them now. As I stroked her cute little slit Leesa purred contently. I undid my own flies and put Leesa’s hand in there. Even though she was sound asleep she instinctively wrapped her nimble fingers around my erect member and started to gently fondle it. We drove for several miles softly caressing each other. It was magical. I sensed Leesa waking up but I wasn’t concerned about her discovering where my hand was, or what she was doing to me. As it was she ignored what was going on inside our jeans and instead peered bleary eyed out of the window.

 

“Mmm, that feels nice.” she purred, then she asked, “Are we nearly there yet?”

I replied with a broad grin, “Nearly Leesa, nearly!”

THE END

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