Having spent the afternoon being hydro-vibro-massaged at the spa, we went home, cnaged again and went out to dinner. i tucked into some ribs and fries, had a couple of mojitos(he was still drinking lemon tea and shots of brandy to deal with his cold). personally i thought he was just being a big baby. There was a band who were performing songs by Elvis. they had the right hair cuts, the right accents and their voices werent bad. It sounded funny to me when they sang in their American twangs and then said "danke schon!" after each song. WE sat right near the stage and the whole atmosphere was great. I kept asking him when we were going to the "disco" and was surprised to find out clubbing started at midnight there.

We went to a fair afterwards and took one of those speedy horrible rides after going into a "jack the ripper house of horrors". I screamed. a lot. Particularly when the lift was hurtling up and things were dropping in, lights going out then then being suspended mid-ride. It was all in good fun though. Getting home around 11pm, i put on the "war paint" and put on my little black dress as I had promised him. OOh how he loved it. Cleavage, make up and my telling him i wasnt going with knickers on must have brought him close to the edge!. I'm sure he wanted to check and make sure i was bare but i wasn't gonna let him. sometimes one's imagination is more potent than actual information.

Anyway, we got the club, and it had changed a lot from the last time he'd been there. Let's just say a lot of the men couldn't exactly admire me as they were too busy admiring each other. I did get a couple of appreciative glances and hellos but that was all. I must be getting old because by 2am i felt like i was falling asleep on the dance floor. We left half and hour later got back to his flat, but then he started panicking about having to spend the night at Frankie's place since she was expecting him to. Basically they've been together 2yrs, his first relationship at 43yrs. She is a bit controlling, wont even give him a a key to her place but she had to this time since she was away and he couldnt play with me...or so she thought

So i said goodbye, he wanted to kiss me, i offered him both my cheecks and a little hug and waved him off. He didnt sleep the whole night as he told me. Not my fault i said!!

Real fun

When he came in the follwing morning, i was still in my PJs.We had breakfast while he read the tabloids and we saw the equivalent of a page3 girl there. I thought her tits were fake, he disagreed as he had felt fake tits in a strip club in Hungary before. I still think they were fake. Later on after my shower I put on this push up I got at a market in Italy for 2euro. Good bargain for a la perla and no it wasnt a knock off. Anyway it gave my bust a real boost and a friend happened to ring while i was strugglinh to zip up my dress. He knocked on the door, i let him enter with my top half still exposed. He said my boobs looked fake and so I told him to come and feel them. I instructed him to close his eyes, but he said he still wasnt sure.So i unhooked my bra and let him fondle my right boob. he opened his eys and i rebuked him. He closed them immediately again. I have to say as soon as he touched them I felt myself go warm "downstairs. That was totally unexpected. After a few seconds I told him he'd felt enough and he could go. That set the tone for the whole day as we continued flirting.I was "warm" for most of the day. I had on a white dress which i imagine makes me look a bit like non-virgin Mary:p.

We went around the city, flirting the whole day and when we went home later in the evening, he confessed he didnt think he would be able to sleep again. What i didn't realise was that he was sooo turned on that he really wanted to shag Frau Frankie that evening.Well, i guess shag me thru her. She said no. She was mad because for the first time in their relationship, he was having fun on his own terms and he'd actually gone out without her even though she goes away once a month alone with a friend to dance all night with a guy and ogle other men or do something. I dont understand it but hey, who is asking?!Maybe she sensed his attarction to me i don't know.

I felt rather naughty that night since he'd left his laptop on for me and showed me some porn website he visits sometimes(i was sitting on his lap at his insistence then), after he left i looked at some porn and had a jolly good wank after. I decided to up the tempo the following day by wearing a yellow summer dress without a bra, that gives me a great cleavage and is a bit see thru. I also told him i'd shared what had happened with a friend and the friend had dared me to let him touch my boobs again since it had turned me on. After my shower, i went past the kicthen(where he was cooking us a lunch) starkers and asked him some inane question and moved on to dress.

After i'd put on the dress, he told me he thought i should keep my promise to my friend about letting him touch my boobs. So I let my dress drop at the top(was still wearing jeans underneath) and let him touch them.he seemed to be afraid to touch them and i told him they weren't fragile he didnt have to be so tentative. Then he pecked each one and i thought"you've got a long way to go my brother!". he turned me round and sat me on his lap and continued and when i tried to break free and didn't let go. So there we were going around his sitting room with his hands glued to my boobs:D. he let go eventually and we were able to go out...