The Lady and her Girl Friday

[LeStanf]

Hi,
This one was a bit special, I’ve written it up in full so you can get the whole picture of the dynamics of these two ladies.

Last week I had a two-night business visit to St. Ives, Cornwall. People outside of Britain probably won’t be aware of how remote the extreme south east of the country is from the rest of civilisation, the railway connection is pretty average and it’s only in the last few years that the main road into the county was upgraded to a reasonable standard. There are no big towns down there and the only significant industry is tourism, so during the summer that main road is usually clogged with traffic. As a result, it can take a long time to get down there and the resulting isolation means the local community has a special character all of its own.

The hotels in the area are mostly converted old houses and the one I stayed in was typical of the type – doors painted many times over, rattling sash windows, creaky wooden floorboards, this one even had a large library full of old books with sofas set around an open fire. It’d make a great setting for an Agatha Christie enactment.

I arrived quite late after the long journey and there were only a couple of cars in the car park, one was a shiny new Range Rover the other was a Bentley, so I took extra care not to clip either of them as I parked my trusty old Eastern European steed a few feet away under the flowering branches of a grand horse chestnut tree, I hope my lass wasn’t too intimidated by the thought of spending the night parked next to such royal finery.

That first evening the hotel seemed pretty deserted, with nobody in the restaurant and only the lonely barman in the dimly lit room next to it, so I did a quick sweep of the corridors and when I couldn’t hear any sound from any room, I went to bed for an early night.

At breakfast the next morning the place was a little busier with perhaps eight or ten people there. There were no couples though, most of them were either business travellers like myself or elderly holidaymakers quietly sitting alone. At the far side of the breakfast room though sat two ladies at a large table by the open bay window. The first was a lady in her late fifties, very smartly dressed in a blue dress with a dark woollen cloak draped over her shoulders. She looked like she looked after herself, with an excellent lightly tanned complexion and long wavy hair. The lady she was with was much younger, perhaps in her early thirties, dressed in a pair of jeans with a white buttoned blouse and a thin jumper tied around her shoulders. She fiddled with her phone throughout breakfast, obviously texting, and the two of them didn’t seem to be talking much so I assumed they were probably mother and daughter taking a spring break together by the seaside.

My work itinerary wasn’t too arduous that day and I arrived back at the hotel in the early afternoon. I considered packing up and heading home, but the thought of the eight hour drive put me off the idea so I decided to grab my laptop, catch up with my emails and do some more work. I headed down to the library, where the afternoon sun and warm breeze through the open windows made a nice environment to sit for a couple of hours. As I arrived I saw the older lady on one of the sofas, with a couple of open books beside her, making notes in a small black notebook. By now she had changed into jeans and a loose grey jumper, she looked up to say hello and we exchanged pleasantries before I crossed over to a table by the window to open up my laptop.

Some time later, perhaps 40 or 50 minutes, the younger lady appeared in the room and started talking to her companion. She discussed some correspondence she’d been working on and I gradually began to realise that she wasn’t in fact the lady’s daughter but was an employee, probably her PA. They talked for a few minutes until the younger lady summed up by asking if there was anything else she needed? The older lady smiled and nodded, closed her notebook and put the books back in their places on the shelves, then the two of them left, both saying goodbye to me as they turned towards the corridor.

The look that the older lady had given to her companion was really telling, I couldn’t resist the temptation to find out more, so I followed them at a safe distance and saw them head to a room suite in the garden wing of the hotel. The younger lady opened the door and stepped back to allow the other lady in, then she quickly glanced both ways down the corridor before entering the room herself and closing the door.

Well, the USB was planted soon after this and a little more than ten minutes later I recorded the short capture here.

Lady and Girl Friday.mp3

Following this, they made a cup of tea, chatted a little, then headed out for dinner. I recorded the rest of the night and the following morning, but only one of the pair returned to the room to sleep (the older one, I think) and there were no further sounds of note.

So, how’s that for a tale? Frankly, if I hadn’t been there myself I wouldn’t have believed the story, but I can reassure you that it’s all true.

xxx
L

[ChocolateRideHer]

Great story. Thank you for the details--they add so much more to the sounds.

[cruzsilva]

Great recording..think cornwalls south west not south east isnt it..

[cruzsilva]

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Great recording..think cornwalls south west not south east isnt it..

[LeStanf]

Great recording..think cornwalls south west not south east isnt it..

Ooh yeah, you're right . You'd think I'd know that after driving all that way down there.

[cruzsilva]

Haha all good..

[sneakyone]

Great story and recording.

[Rnsr8081]

Thanks for this LeStanf. I appreciate all your posts and efforts. This story certainly got the imagination going. I found the sounds these ladies made.....off-putting.

[emmpet8]

Thanks for taking the time to do such a great description. Thanks also for the recording, Very nice!

[sndprv]

What an intriguing and exciting story!...and those sexy sounds!

I've visited countless businesses in the City of London and in the West End of London, and I've noticed
how very common it was to see attractive young women doing PA, front desk and receptionist jobs. So, I've always
wondered if...well, you know... I'm not implying that these women got these jobs purely because of their good
looks - I'm sure they had all the required skills - I just think you can't rule out the 'attractiveness factor' when
they were selected for the job.

I dated a real cutie in my early twenties (she was a few years younger than me). Our relationship (non-sexual) only
lasted a few months, but before we broke up, she told me (with a cheeky grin) that she would really like to find
a job in 'the City'. She did. I later found out (not from her) that she became involved with a male work colleague,
who was already engaged to be married! However, the guy's fiancée soon found out and was so upset that she
crashed her car.

[LeStanf]

Thanks for this LeStanf. I appreciate all your posts and efforts. This story certainly got the imagination going. I found the sounds these ladies made.....off-putting.

Yeah, totally understand. However, I’ve often found that real sex sounds are very different to the porn versions. That’s why I love this hobby so much.

[agerz]

Thank you! Excellent work and a great story making the sounds even better. Do you have a more detailed description of the ladies?

[Alentejo2019]

What a great and unexpected story. I really would Iove to experience such a story myself. I love older, horny woman. My imagination how an lady in her fifties (or even sixties) is being pleasured by her PA, and both handle each other in a formal way the whole day, until pulling their pants down and spreading their legs, is incredible. Your written story about your observation is great.
What a great pleasuring sound of the lady. I would love to hear her for far more more then a quick pleasure.
Thank You for the recording.

[Quadrophenia1]

Another good one, LeStanf. Somehow, you have great luck capturing women that are having a good time, with a smattering of laughs and fun comments mixed in. Way to go!

[Cuchullain-1]

Perfect Story and nice recording......but you should definitely write a book Erotic-Story-teller