My grand tour continued around the Highlands and islands of Scotland. Unfortunately, I didn't see much because of the rain. Day after day, the mountains were shrouded in clouds.

And the locals just shrugged their shoulders and said, "This is normal, dearie."

South of the border, the weather dried up, and my time at Grasmere, in the Lake District, was spent in glorious sunshine.

I wanted to visit William Wordsworth's houses, Dove Cottage, Rydal Mount, and the adjacent Dora's Field, where the great man had planted hundreds of Daffodils in memory of his daughter, my near namesake, Dorothy.

I had missed the daffodils and bluebells, but the field was delightful—just the right place to sit on a bench and think about my plans.

I decided, sitting there, to extend my vacation by a couple of weeks. I did not want to go back with Hamish and his wife. It had been fun, a new experience, but constantly playing the submissive was not for me.

So, I texted Terri to say I would love to stay with her for a week. Then another to Michael, the same for the following week.

Both replied and accepted quickly, so I was definitely popular! Back at the hotel, I called the airline and changed my tickets. It cost me over two hundred dollars, but that was a small price for lots more fun.

Brighton, where Terri lived, is a resort city on the south coast and at least a six-hour drive from Grasmere. However, I had one more planned stop on my route—a day in Liverpool to relive my youth. History is not all about centuries ago, and I would not miss the chance to see the places made famous by the Fab Four.

=.=

Three days later, I was singing Penny Lane at the top of my voice as I drove down the motorway en route to see Terri.

=.=

Early in the evening, tired but happy, I drove along the seafront west from the city centre, eventually finding her road and parking a little way from her flat. After phoning her, she came down to greet me. We hugged on the pavement by the car, and after I placed her parking permit inside, she led me into the building, a modern block of apartments.

Her flat was light and airy, with two bedrooms. At one end of the lounge, a patio door led out onto a small balcony overlooking the green space separating the street's two terraces of buildings.

We stood there together, turning sideways to look towards the promenade and sea. Terri put her arms around me and hugged me tight before placing her lips against mine and pushing her tongue inside.

The kiss was very long. I was relaxed in Terri's company but not ready for lovemaking.

"Terri, darling, I am so tired. I want you, but I would probably fall asleep halfway through if we tried now. I need a snack, followed by a good night's sleep."

She brushed my hair with her hand tenderly.

Of course, Dorothea. We have all the time in the world."

=.=

The following morning, I was the first to wake, and in the kitchen, I found a kettle and a jar of instant coffee. A little later, I decided to return to bed and wait for Terri to wake up. On the way, I popped into the bathroom for a wee. While I sat enjoying my relief, the door opened, and she came to the room.

Terri leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. Her hands slipped inside the top of my nightdress and gently massaged my breasts.

"Mmm, you are so sexy, Dorothea. Come to bed with me now. Let's make love."

She ripped a couple of sheets off the roll, then put her hand between my thighs and dabbed my pussy dry, pressed the flush, then pulled me up and along the hall to her bedroom. There, she went wild, kissing and stroking me with unbridled passion.

We fell on the bed—a tangle of arms and legs, two aroused women. I shifted my face down to her chest, then started to nibble and suck her nipples while my hand pushed between her thighs and separated her labia lips before slipping inside.

Terri was wet; her juices were pouring out of her. I suspected she had been arousing herself, then heard me going to the toilet and came to fetch me to her bed.

My fingers found her clit, and I rubbed it in the way I knew she liked whilst still sucking her nipples. Terri groaned, and she stretched her body, pushing her sex onto my hand. I knew what she needed and rubbed her vigorously, feeling the slippery wetness under my fingers. Her moaning increased, a continuous low vibration in her throat, which turned into a series of gasps as her orgasm hit. She bucked under my fingers, and to keep contact, I pushed two fingers into her. The force of her thrusting pushed me in deep, and I felt my wrist enveloped by her flesh. For her, this became too much, and a low-level cum turned into a massive series of spasms, with Terri screaming and shaking her head violently.

I couldn't keep hold of her nipples any more and propped myself up to look at her face, stretched in every direction by her gaping mouth, two white eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

Terri lay, post orgasm, her chest rising and falling rapidly from the effort. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth slack. I pulled my hand out from her, and there was a distinct plop as it came free. I looked at the slime covering my skin, then raised it to my mouth and licked her juices from the back of my hand. She tasted so good to me, and then I offered my hand to her mouth, pushing two fingers inside to feel her tongue flick around my digits.

From her mouth, I moved my hand down to feel the heat between my legs and found my wet pussy and my clit. I lowered my face to hers, kissed her lips, and pushed my tongue inside, flicking our tips together, and then masturbated myself hard. I knew I was ready and hugely aroused. I came fast, grunting as we kissed passionately.

The kissing did not stop after my cum. Terri wrapped her arms around me, her hands pulling my head down, forcing our lips together. So I did it again, my fingers flashing over my clit for the few seconds it took for me to cum again. My precious little bud throbbed and throbbed with the pleasure my fingers had created.

Sex is exhilarating, but afterwards, it is deeply relaxing, so it was no surprise that we fell asleep curled together in post-coital bliss.

Late morning, two groggy ladies staggered into the kitchen for a wake-up dose of caffeine.

"We are going out tonight, and Dorothea, you need some going-out clothes. I'm taking you shopping, my treat, my love."

We chatted over our coffees, Terri almost non-stop. She told me about Brighton's history, from a sleepy fishing village to the centre of Regency social life. Later, Brighton became a resort for the masses of London, and now it has become home to the largest gay community in the UK.

Throughout the afternoon, we wandered around the city centre, in and out of department stores, fashion chains, and little boutiques. The reward was a new outfit for our evening date. I was impressed by her generosity, spending her money on little me. I wasn't so impressed with the outfit—a skirt far too short for a lady of my years and a low-cut top that plunged below my bra line. I wondered if I would have to go braless, and with my saggy boobs, whether that was wise.

At seven o'clock, we were ready to leave for a pub meal. My boobs swung free, and I realised the movement was affecting my nipples, which were quite prominent through the thin material. Down below, I had new knickers matched with hold-up stockings and shoes with a much higher heel than I usually wore.

The ten-minute walk to the pub was not easy, and I tottered around like a drunk, hanging on Terri's arm all the time. Inside was noisy, a hubbub of chatter. Terri led the way and found our table, which already had two women on one side.

"Girls, meet Dorothea."

I raised a hand in greeting and gave them my best smile.

"Dorothea, these are my friends Fiona and Carrie."

I had not realised we were joining with anyone else, but an all-female group seemed nice, and I gave them another broad smile as I sat at the table. One thing I noticed was that we were all overdressed for a pub meal—four slutty-looking women.

During our meal, I was beside Fiona, who seemed quiet and shy, but we chatted happily. She was in her mid-twenties and very attractive. I did most of the talking, telling her about my vacation, though carefully avoiding my sexual exploits. I was sure a sixty-eight-year-old graphically describing her sex life would have been an eye-opener, but that was not a place I wanted to go.

Terri and Carrie were in good form; they looked about the same age. I couldn't work out Terri's friends' relationship, but I shrugged mentally. What business was that of mine?

We were finishing our coffees when Terri spoke to the group for the first time since we had sat down.

"It's time to go to the club. I've already booked a room."

It meant nothing to me, but the other two looked pleased, especially Carrie.

Outside, I hung onto Terri's arm again as we walked through the quiet streets for about a quarter-hour.

The club was in a nondescript building that looked like an old shop, with windows that were whitewashed inside. Terri pressed the backlit bell button, and the door opened immediately. As we entered, the guardian, a thickset butch-looking woman, gave us a cheery greeting.

We walked down a narrow corridor flanked by several closed doors, and I heard music that gradually became louder. We passed through a pair of swing doors and entered the main room. I stood on a small landing at the top of a short flight of stairs, looking over the heads of the people.

The music was too loud because my old ears don't enjoy high-volume sounds, but what caught my attention was there were no men in the room. Every patron and staff member was a woman. On the dance floor, pairs of ladies jiggled, and many were kissing. Terri had taken me to a lesbian club.

I felt tugging on my sleeve. Fiona pointed at the other two who had found a spare table, so I descended to the crowd to join them.

Carrie disappeared for a while, then returned carrying a bucket full of ice, two bottles of bubbly wine, and glasses.

Whatever it was, it was tasty, and I was thirsty enough to knock back a full glass quickly. Then Terri stood and offered me her hand.

We shuffled off onto the dance floor, with her arms wrapped around my neck, and I held mine around her waist.

The track beats were slow enough for cuddling. I was happy being close, feeling Terri's body heat warming me. It was even better when she kissed me, our tongues dancing in our mouths in sync with the beat.

We stayed like that, gently swaying and shuffling around with our lips plastered together. I got used to the loud noise—perhaps the tingling between my legs had had some effect.

Eventually, we needed a break and returned to our table for a drink. The wine slipped down my throat all too easily. Two more glasses added to the alcohol I had drunk at the pub had started to affect me with the early stages of booziness.

Back on the dance floor, we kissed our way through another four tracks before heading to the table for another liquid top-up. Carrie and Fiona were there, and after taking her drink, Carrie whisked Terri off for a dance.

Fiona looked at me, then grabbed my hand and jerked me upright before pulling me into the melee of bodies. Just like Terri, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and just like her, she kissed me on the lips and then pushed her tongue into my mouth. I think it was a combination of the wine and the surroundings—I surrendered to her advance.

She tasted sweet, almost milky, quite different to Terri. I lost count of the number of tracks we enjoyed, but eventually, the need for refreshment overcame the ongoing pleasure, and we returned to the table.

Carrie and Terri were already there, the former holding the ice bucket and bottles. Terri signalled to pick up our glasses and then led us back up the entrance stairs and into the corridor. When we reached the first side door, she turned the handle, and we followed her inside.

I thought this must be the room she had booked. Dim, reddish lighting revealed a double bed with side cabinets and an armchair in one corner.

Carrie turned around, lifted an open bottle from the bucket, and refilled our glasses.

"Toast, ladies. To us. Down the hatch!"

Seeing the three of them draining their glasses in one gulp, I followed suit. The first toast was followed by two more, and my already woozy state became even more befuddled.

I felt myself swaying gently on my feet. Peals of laughter came from the others, and, for some reason, I had a fit of giggles. I didn't know why, but the alcohol probably played a part. Carrie grabbed me around the waist, then turned on me and planted her lips over mine, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Another new taste, and I lapped it up.

Other hands explored me, not Carrie's—I knew where they were. I felt someone unzip my too-short skirt and then pull it down my legs to the floor. Fingers slipped inside the seat of my knickers, exploring my cheeks. Others slipped in through the front, searching for my pussy, so I shifted my legs apart, enjoying the triple pleasure.

The pressure of Carrie's kissing propelled me backwards, shuffling my feet all the time to keep my balance—until I felt the bed against the back of my knees—then I tipped over, and Carrie landed on top, still with her mouth glued to mine.

"Get off her, Carrie!"

Terri's voice was like a command, and Carrie disappeared from my sight. Strong arms lifted my legs and spun me around. Someone lifted my head and pushed soft pillows underneath. Then a body appeared, standing on the mattress and straddling my shoulders. With the dim light, I had no idea who it was. All I could see were bare legs and a shaven pussy.

The unknown lowered herself, knees on either side of my shoulders, and then she pushed her sex onto my face, frotting her clit against my nose. Her odour turned me on, and I licked my way between her lips, savouring the taste of her juice, seeking the clit that she carefully positioned in just the right place.

At the same time, someone pulled my knickers down. I lifted my hips to help and then my ankles. Unknown hands pulled my legs apart, and then I felt a body lay between them, fingers exploring my sopping wet pussy for a moment before a tongue probed between my lips and found my clit.

You would think that was enough stimulation for anyone, but then I felt hands pulling my top up and kneading my boobs. I love breast play, but most of all, I love having my nipples sucked, and that was what happened next.

I was in erotic heaven, feeling the delicate touch of lips wetting my areola and the gentle sucking and flicking of a soft tongue. My nipples were rock hard and teased to perfection. I can cum from nipple play, and this, with the licking of my clit, sent my arousal level through the roof. My body rocked and rolled as I squirmed in pleasure. I don't know whether it was nipples or clit that tipped me over the edge, but when I came, it was huge. I moaned continuously into the pussy squashed against my face, frantically licking her hard clit. My brain was a seething caldron of pleasure.

The apogee was when I made the owner of this pussy cum. Her orgasm forced her against me just before a stream of liquid gushed out of her and over my face. I kept licking, feeling the aftershocks course through her. I was gloriously happy.

I realised the sucking of my nipples and clit had stopped, but I was contented and satisfied. The unknown lifted herself off me, and Fiona's familiar, smiling face leant over me.

"Beautiful, Dorothea, beautiful."

She sat beside me, legs dangling over the side, while I stroked her back. I looked up at her. The forty-year age gap had dissolved in lovemaking, and she had chosen the path, not me.

"I enjoyed it, Fiona, very much."

Looking across the room, I saw Carrie sitting in the armchair, her head flung back, moaning softly. Terri was on her knees in front of her, head between her thighs.

Fiona moved around and lay on the bed next to me and cuddled up close, our boobs squashed together.

"Forget them, Dorothea; I'm your lover. Kiss me now."

So, I kissed her lots and lots for a long time.

Fiona's hand pushed between my thighs and slipped between my pussy lips, and her fingers explored my vagina, curling around the back of my pubic bone to find my G-spot. I reciprocated, finding the clit I had licked so much a short while before, rubbing it as she worked on my special spot.

Continuously kissing, I rubbed her clit harder, and in response, she fucked my pussy faster and faster, always keeping pressure on my clit and G-spot. It was so sensual, and Fiona was so young. Both helped my arousal to rise and rise until the dam burst, and I came hard, thrashing around on her fingers.

God, it was wonderful—but I had to finish her off, even as my body was still jerking. I redoubled my efforts on her clit. I listened to her breathing becoming faster and faster until her lower body started to vibrate, just before she doubled up in great spasms, grunting and groaning as the shockwaves coursed through her body.

I flicked my finger over Fiona's clit, time and time again, just for the satisfaction of seeing her shudder from exquisite pleasure.

There were noises in the background from the other two, but remembering Fiona's exhortations, I ignored them.

We lay there for a long time, kissing, then alternately rubbing the other's clit for another orgasm. I lost count of how many we had, but eventually, my clit was feeling so sensitive I could not bear another touch, so we just kissed and cuddled, listening to the sounds of passion coming from the armchair.

In the small hours of the night, we dressed and said our farewells in the street. Still intoxicated, I staggered home with Terri. In her flat, she kissed me tenderly, inviting me to her bed, but I declined, being sated, tired, and giddy from all the wine I had drunk.

I crashed immediately and slept like a log. First thing in the morning, I went straight to the bathroom and had a long, hot shower. I also thought long and hard about my relationship with Terri and decided we needed an intimate chat. However, when I walked into the kitchen, she wasn't there. But, there was a handwritten note propped up on the table. I read it and sat to think. She had another job, two days in Wales.

Darling Dorothea.

I have to go to Wales for another hotel survey.

Back in two days.

Everything here is for you.

Love, Terri

I went to my bedroom, thought carefully, and then wrote my reply.

Dearest Terri,

I love you, but it cannot work.

You are a marvellous lover and a beautiful friend.

Thank you for everything.

Dorothea.

I had thought about her lesbianism and the twenty-year age gap. I'm not a lesbian, and I certainly did not want to share my lover. Also, I could see age differences becoming a problem as I was well past the time of clubbing and drinking to excess. It was better to make the break now when our bonds were thread, not rope.

I packed up, tidied my room, cleared the breakfast clutter, fetched her parking permit from my car, and finally propped my note up where Terri had left hers.

Two hours later, I found a Holiday Inn and booked a room for the night. From there, I texted Michael.

Dear Michael,

I am free to visit you earlier than planned.

Can I come?

Love, Dorothea.

I was a bundle of nerves waiting, nervous and unsure of myself. I received a reply in ten minutes.

Dear Dorothea,

Tomorrow?

Love, Michael.

My heart leapt. I confirmed I would arrive for lunch and went to bed a happy woman.

=.=

Opening the garden gate seemed like opening a portion of my past. So much had occurred since I had last seen Michael. As it swung closed behind me and I started to walk down the path, a bundle of canine joy came barrelling around the house and lept up, paws pressed into my stomach.

"Hello, Jasper, where's your Daddy?"

I stroked his head, flipped his ears, and bent forward to hug him. Then I heard footsteps and stood upright again.

"Dorothea, welcome."

Michael strode along the path, pushed Jasper aside, and enclosed my body in his arms, holding me tight. He kissed both my cheeks, then my nose, and finally, a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Oh, come, Michael, you can do better than that."

He smiled and took the hint. His next kiss lingered. I folded my arms around his neck, and I opened the way for his tongue to enter me once more. All my doubts melted away, and I knew I wanted this beautiful man, not just for one or two nights. I wanted him forever.

Michael took my hand and led me into the cottage. We sat in the lounge on a deep, comfortable sofa. He held my hands, rubbing my fingers softly, his eyes locked on mine. Then, almost simultaneously, we leaned to the other, our lips touched, and our tongues met. I closed my eyes and drank from the cup of love.

Later, we sat in his kitchen, drinking from steaming mugs of tea, packets of biscuits spilling their contents between us. I did all the talking. Michael just listened to me rabbiting on about all the places I had seen since leaving here a fortnight ago. Of my adventures with Hamish and Terri, no word escaped my lips.

We did not leave the house for dinner. I stayed sitting at the kitchen table while Michael busied himself. He baked a loaf of wholemeal bread in a machine and created fresh tomato soup from fruit grown in his greenhouse. Our dessert was a bowl heaving with fresh raspberries that he sent me into the garden to pick.

After dinner, we went to the lounge again. Jasper lay in front of the cold fireplace, and we drank filtered coffee and chatted until he reached out and held my hands again. There was a sudden silence. I knew he wanted to say something important to me and was struggling to get the words out. I took pity on him and started to burble aimlessly.

"Michael, do you know the most emotional moment of my travels?"

He shook his head.

"It was when I was at Rydal Mount, in the field next door, where Wordsworth had planted all those daffodils in memory of his daughter."

I paused and drew breath.

"I was too late to see the flowers, but their leaves were everywhere, and I felt Dorothy was there, with me in spirit. William's darling Dora."

He looked at me, and then the words tumbled out.

"Will you come to my bed tonight, my darling Dora?"

It was as close to a declaration of love as I had ever heard, and my heart sang.

"Yes, my darling Michael."

As we climbed the stairs, I exaggerated the swaying of my hips, sending him a very unsubtle message, and I got the answer I wanted when I felt his hand squeeze my buttock.

In his bedroom, I turned around, and we melted together, kissing deeply. Michael's hands grasped my bottom cheeks and pressed me against his body, pushing his thighs on me with the hardness of his shaft impressed in my tummy.

I groped around his waist and released his trousers, pushing them down his legs, before repeating with his underpants. I did the same with my slacks, and then Michael pulled my knickers down. Still attached at the lips, we stepped out of our fallen clothes, my hand on his stiff cock, his fingers slipping into my wet pussy. We gently masturbated each other, him groaning and me whimpering with mutual pleasure.

Michael gently pushed me backwards, and when I felt the bed behind my knees, his strong arms supported me as I dropped onto my back. I opened my legs to let Michael come on top of me, and then, with my feet still on the floor, he entered my welcoming cunt. I could sense his urgency, and there was nothing cautious about him. I knew he wanted me desperately, and being wanted is just about the most sexual feeling of all for a woman.

I wanted his needs. I was desperate to bury my affair with Terri and the guilt I felt for deceiving him. My body was doing its own thing, responding to his cock pounding me. My mind was in a whirl, remembering the pain when Hamish struck me, the smell of Terri's pussy, and the feel of her tongue on my clit.

All of these fed my lust, and I came before him, my body jerking and writhing, heaving him up in some superhuman spasm. And in the distance, my voice.

"Aaargh!"

As I came off the peak, I felt his start, the warmth of his cum flooding in me, and the twitching of his cock pulsing that same liquid out of his body and into mine.

We lay still, both breathing heavily from our exertion. I opened my eyes and looked up at Michael's face, beads of sweat on his brow. I pulled his head down, then licked the salty drops away, savouring the new taste and murmuring as I worked.

"Sweet Michael, you beautiful man. Thank you, thank you."

"Dora, my wonderful Dora, I never want to lose you."

"You won't, Michael. Ever."

I hugged him tight, knowing it would be difficult—two lives separated by thousands of miles. But I would make it work, somehow.