The day I spent at Upton House was the highlight of my vacation so far. When we returned to Stratford, I invited Michael to dinner, and we had an enjoyable evening together.

Later, he came to my room. We lay on the bed, cuddled up together, kissing and stroking one another. He asked me to cancel the rest of my vacation and spend it with him.

I thought about whether I could but felt I might never have another opportunity to see so much of Britain.

=.=

I left Stratford and Rose Cottage behind in the morning and drove for three hours to reach my next stop at York.

My hotel was in the city centre, and my room overlooked the castle, a solid-looking tower on an earth mound. So, my first foray on foot was to visit the castle keep. Ten pounds got me in, and then I climbed the steep spiral stairs to reach the parapet. There, I could see over the whole city, look down at my hotel, and see the great bulk of the Minster over the rooftops. After leaving, I walked along a stretch of the old city walls, then doubled back to the river, strolling through a park, and then along a road where one side formed the quayside. The road surface changed to cobbles. The buildings, previously solid-looking houses, became a cafe and two pubs, with outside seating areas occupied by couples, groups, and families, taking half the road width. By this time, I was starving. Since breakfast, I had only eaten a snack at a service station on the motorway. I chose one of the pubs, entered, and enjoyed a plate of fish and chips with something completely new—mushy peas.

Well-filled, I returned to my room and drifted off to sleep the night away, looking forward to seeing more of this ancient city.

=.=

At eight o'clock, I turned away from admiring the view from my window and walked down the stairs to the hotel's restaurant. At the entrance, I waited for the maitre d' to come and direct me to a table. The maitre was an apologetic madame, saying they were busy and asking if I minded sharing a table.

Of course, I accepted, and she led me through the room to a nicely placed table for two. The other seat was occupied by a woman. As I prepared to take my seat, she looked up from her plate. My jaw dropped in surprise, as did hers. It was my lover from Stratford.

The tension only lasted for a moment before she smiled broadly.

"Hello, Dorothea, what a lovely surprise."

I relaxed and returned her smile.

"Good morning. I'm err, I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

"I'm the one who should be embarrassed! I'm Theresa, Terri to my friends, and you are definitely my friend."

The mealtime flew past. I learnt Terri worked as a hotel inspector, a mystery guest whose job was to write a detailed report on every aspect of each establishment she visited, and our meeting was by pure chance.

The conversation turned to my plans for the day. I explained that the Minster was at the top of my list, and then Terri surprised me by offering to act as my guide.

"I love York, Dorothea; it's one of my favourite cities. Let me show you things the average tourist would miss."

"That's so kind of you, Terri. Shall we meet in the foyer at ten?"

=.=

Later that morning, standing in the great nave of York Minster. I stared up and then along its length.

"The original cathedral was started over a thousand years ago. Some of its stonework is under our feet now."

I was awed by all the history. "A thousand years, Terri?"

"The nave is over seven hundred years old."

"Back home, in the New World, two centuries is considered ancient."

From the Minster we wandered into The Shambles, a mediaeval street where buildings overhung the road so much they seemed to close off the sky. In and out of shops, I couldn't help myself. I bought stuff in almost every one. Terri watched as I racked up my purchases. After I finished shopping, we ate a very late light lunch in a pub by the Shambles Market.

"I've got another treat for you, Dorothea. Yorvik."

"What is that?"

"That's the Viking name for York. It is a ride through history and one of the country's top attractions. I booked tickets for us in half an hour."

We left the pub and walked across town to the Yorvik building. Inside, we found our way to the start and joined the short queue waiting to ride. When our turn came, we had a car to ourselves. A video screen in front showed pictures of dates in the city's history, regressing a thousand years. As the commentary unfolded, I felt Terri's fingers grasp my wrist, squeezing me gently, and I responded by running my fingers along her forearm.

When the car started moving, I turned my head towards her, leaned over, and kissed her cheek softly.

Darkness descended on us as we moved towards the first tableau. I felt Terri's lips brush against mine. I half opened my mouth, and her tongue snaked inside, curling and thrashing around, seeking physical contact for just a few moments before we entered the dimly lit stage area.

During the following inter-stage darkness, we kissed again, and that time, I was ready for her, quickly pushing my tongue inside her mouth, finding Terri ready and receptive to my advance.

Every move into the dark provided another opportunity for a kiss, and the story of Yorvik lost my attention. Instead of listening and watching, my thoughts were about our next kiss.

At the end of the ride, we stumbled out onto the street, and then, hand in hand, we walked the short distance back to our hotel.

I paused in the centre of the reception area and turned to Terri.

"Come with me, Terri."

I was heading towards the stairs, but she pulled me in the opposite direction.

"Let's take the lift."

Lift? It took a couple of seconds to realise she meant the elevator.

The doors slid together, and then Terri grabbed me forcefully and pressed her lips against mine. We kissed passionately, and the heat of her mouth on mine inspired my passion. My hand slid up her arm onto her beautiful, soft, sexy neck, and my hand could not resist running through her hair. Our mouths seemed to melt into one. I knew there was wetness at the top of my thighs, and an intense feeling of pleasure coursed through my body.

The doors slid open, and a bell sounded. We were still locked in a passionate embrace as I looked around her head at an empty corridor. We almost ran to my room, and once there, we turned together and continued our deep kissing.

I pushed her gently away, with my hands grasped around her upper arms.

"I need a shower, Terri. Would you like to join me?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I would love that."

We stripped off, and I started the shower, waiting a few seconds for the hot water to run through. The stall was in the bathtub, with a rain showerhead. I stood beneath it, with water cascading over my head and shoulders. Terri stepped over the tub side and shuffled along until our boobs were touching. We wrapped our arms around each other, enjoying the hot water pooling in the space between our breasts.

I turned away to lift my shower gel bottle. I squeezed some onto my hand, then gently massaged Terri's neck and back. She took the bottle from my hand, collected a palm full of gel, and did the same for me.

I stepped back, then, with a fresh dollop, massaged her breasts and nipples.

"Oh, that is so nice, Dorothea. I love my boobs stroked like that."

I closed the gap again, then wrapped my arms around her waist and soaped her lower back and buttocks.

Terri held my face in her hands and kissed me full on the lips before pushing her tongue inside. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around her neck, pulling her hard against me.

Then I felt her arms slip around my waist, followed by the sensation of soft gel rubbed into my back and cheeks. She found my crack, then gently ran her fingers down its length, soaping deep inside, probing until I felt my rosebud under her finger. Then she pushed her fingertip inside me.

"Oh, darling, that is beautiful. Go deeper."

Her finger slid in up to the hilt. Inside, I felt it wriggle around, my flesh yielding under the pressure.

Terri's other hand pushed between our stomachs. Then she wriggled it down until her fingers were able to stroke my pussy before prising my labia apart and finally slipping into my vagina. I realised the shower water had not washed my juices away as I felt her fingers slip out and find my clit.

Standing with one finger rubbing in my backside and another rubbing my clit was so erotic. My body started to react to Terri's touch; my hips flexed back and forward, and my breathing became short and deep.

I came quickly, grinding myself on her two digits, hanging on by my arms around her neck.

"Let's go to bed now, Dorothea."

We stepped out of the tub, and Terri rubbed me down, gently drying my body. I found another towel and did the same for her. The whole process was extremely arousing, even though my body was already on fire from wanting her.

In the bedroom, we sat side-by-side on the bed, kissing deeply, our hands in the other's crotch, playing with our clits. Terri pushed me back gently, and I looked up at her, my beautiful lover, as I shuffled around to lie lengthways along the bed.

Then she came on top of me, but instead of her face, I found myself looking at her sex. I had never looked at another woman's vulva before, but now Teri's was in front of my eyes. Her swollen labia hung down, open to my view, and between them, I could see the entrance to her vagina. A bead of fluid hung down, and I stretched myself to lick it with my tongue.

She laid her whole body on me, and I felt her tongue flick across my clit.

It was a delicious sensation. Terri wriggled and pushed her sex onto my face. Her wetness was everywhere on me, and her odour filled my nostrils. I grasped her thighs and pushed my tongue into her pussy, adjusting my position until I found her clit, and started to lick it, rasping along its length, seeking the little bud at the tip that was the centre of her need.

We worked in unison, using our tongues to seek and find our pleasure centres. I was already on edge from my cum in the shower, and I had a second orgasm almost immediately, enjoying her weight holding me down as I tried to thrust up when my muscles went into spasm.

Aroused beyond belief, I used my lips and tongue on her clit, pushing her towards orgasm. I could hear her moaning, no longer making any effort to work on my pussy; she needed release.

My hands were pressed into her buttocks, holding her fast to my face, and out of the blue, I knew what to do. I found her crack, pulled the cheeks apart, and pushed my index finger through her puckered rose. The result was instant. She came, her whole body shaking and shuddering. Her legs flailed around either side of my head, and a stream of fluid jetted out into my mouth. My reaction was automatic; I swallowed it all.

I could hear Terri's laboured breathing and felt the heat of her body radiating around me, and I was ecstatic knowing that I had given her such a powerful orgasm.

Slowly, she rolled off me, and we shifted around to be on our sides, face to face. Terri's hands stroked my face. "Thank you, darling Dorothea. That was beautiful."

We kissed deeply, our bodies pressed together. I felt a hand push between us, find my wet pussy, and start to rub on my clit. I was so sensitive that my body juddered at the first touch.

"Gently, please, Terri. I'm too sensitive."

Ten seconds—that is all it took for me to cum again.

"My turn now, Terri."

She rolled on her back. I kissed her and ran my finger down to her dripping pussy. It was the same story; she juddered, I took her gently, and she came fast.

I took my hand away, then lifted it to play with her nipples. Terri replaced my hand with hers, and I watched as she masturbated herself to another orgasm. The sight of her cumming aroused me again, and I did the same, bringing myself off while she went on to another self-love cum.

"One more together, Terri."

Our hands laid on each other's pussy, and we rubbed our clits to orgasm, this time deep kissing, mouths locked together as we climbed to the peak.

We never made it to dinner that evening, and Terri spent the night in my bed. We talked and made love until we fell asleep, locked together in a tangled knot of arms and legs.

In the morning, we ate breakfast together and had a tearful parting in the car park.

"You must extend your holiday. Please, come and stay with me for a while."

"Yes, Terri, I promise I will."

Then, it was time for her to go to the next job somewhere in Wales. My route was northwards to Edinburgh and the Highlands.