Hi all and thanks for stopping by to read this.

I got lots of lovely responses to my post and had lots of very hot chats with some very sexy women (and a lot of dumbass requests from guys half my age - inevitable I suppose, but ffs - really 🤷‍♀️...), and some very interesting offers. Sadly however, the King's Plate horse racing event itself was postponed due to a massive rain storm, so all of my posh dress and after race partying ideas kind of went out the window.

Anyway, I kept chatting with a few people regardless and one in particular I really hit it off with. Let's call her Tamara. We are about the same age, work similar jobs, and have a very similar outlook. Plus I thought that she was gorgeous and she was kind enough to let me know that she thought I was, too. So after a few weeks of chatting we decided to go for it and meet up in the city after work. My husband kindly took care of booking a fabulous hotel room and even got us a great table at my favourite restaurant - what a guy!

I was a little bit early to the already busy restaurant so sat at my table with a cocktail and checked a few emails. The place was bustling and I was looking at my phone, but something made me look up at the door at the very moment that Tamara walked in. And I am so glad I did. Even sitting here now writing this I can still feel a tingle of excitement. She looked fabulous - just perfection. Glamorous, professional and sexy as hell. She spotted me and came right over to where I was sitting, so I got up out of my chair to give her a hug. In the event, it kind of turned into a quite passionate first kiss and I flushed from my navel in both directions. I knew it was going to be a wonderful evening - we just connected in that instant.

We sat and ordered more drinks and appetizers and talked like old friends. If old friends keep finding excuses to touch each other that is. We just got on so well together and laughed an awful lot. And it is very true that if someone makes you laugh a lot they're probably going to be able to make you enjoy a lot of other things, too.

The cute male waiter was very attentive, but neither of us was much in the mood for any more food. I was just imagining making Tamara my main dish of the day. And I'm pretty sure she was on exactly the same wavelength as me. We split the bill and I told her than Tom had booked us a room just around the corner if she would like to continue our evening there. And given that this is a success post I don't need to tell you that she readily agreed.

We walked to the hotel hand-in-hand, past the gawking doormen and almost ran across the lobby and into the elevator. It was only a short ride up to the sixth floor, but we made the most of our first moments alone together, kissing deeply and holding each other tight. We couldn't make it to the room quickly enough.

What happened next is a flurry of flying clothes and caresses, laughter and passion. Tamara hadn't been with a woman in years, but she hadn't forgotten anything at all in that time. In fact I think it had made her even hungrier for what we were doing. She was so attentive and affectionate and was constantly checking in for consent - it was all so damned hot. Our bodies worked so well together and she tasted so darned good it was intoxicating.

The only sad part is that she couldn't stay longer. After a little shy of two hours of the most incredible time together she showered quickly, put her clothes back on and gave me a lingering kiss goodbye, leaving me to call Tom and tell him everything that we had gotten up to.

And happily we are still chatting here. Who knows what our next adventure may be if we can work our schedules. Maybe we will allow Tom to join us next time?

Thank you, Tamara, for an unforgettable evening.