It was just on midnight, eight pm my body time, when I gave up and got up. Momentarily, I thought of going to his room and knocking on the door under some pretence, but of course I didn’t. The fear of rejection was far too high!
I logged onto my PC and went into my personal email, not the business one. My heart beat a little faster when I saw there was a mail from Jack. He said that he would be in London the next Thursday and could stay overnight, making me smile when I read ‘if I wanted a lodger?’ I logged into hangouts on the off chance he was online and almost immediately I had said hi, he came back. I told him that I was away and would not be able to put him up on Thursday. We exchanged a few messages before he told me how horny he was. And asked if I was. We had done this sort of thing along with phone sex a few times so I was not that surprised and told him that I was but didn’t say that I was in Dubai or with Peter.
“How’s this make you feel?” he asked flashing a photo of himself onto my screen. He was naked and semi-erect and looked fantastic.
“Very aroused.”
“What we going to do about that?”
“I don’t know.”
“What you wearing?”
“Just a nighty.”
“Bit early for that isn’t it?”
I’d forgotten the time difference and made something up about having driven a long way I had showered and was getting ready for bed.
“But you sleep naked.”
“Not when away in a hotel.”
“So take it off.”
“Why?” I asked now feeling very aroused.
“Because I want to fuck you, or have you fuck yourself.”
And that’s exactly what we did. I slipped out of the nighty, caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples before sliding my hand down between my legs. I was ready and wet and found my clit immediately
“I am rubbing my cock Jay imagining it’s your mouth on it and my fingers are up your cunt.”
“Mmmmm yes and that Jack is exactly where they are.”
I toyed with going on skype to chat to him as we cybered but worried that it would disturb Peter so we just typed instead as we brought ourselves off.
It really was the most sexually bizarre situation. Here I was in my son’s flat naked, having electronic sex with my daughter’s ex-boyfriend. As I rubbed and squeezed my breasts and fingered myself so the one-time familiar image of Peter doing it to me came into my mind. That hadn’t happened so much since I had been having this fling with Jack and it alarmed me to realise I was not over Peter. But then really I knew that and this trip to Dubai was simply emphasising it.
The next day Peter showed me round Dubai and we had brunch at a hotel which was quite spectacular. We had a pleasant, though tiring day which was made more so as I had woken up at four thirty due to the time differences.
There were a few embarrassing moments during the day, particularly at the brunch when we danced together a couple of times. Maybe I was imagining it but I felt that us together looking completely like a couple raised a few people’s eyebrows who I was sure were wondering why someone my age was with such a young and strikingly good looking young man, but then, I rationalised that gave the answer.