And suffice it to say that after three more glasses of the splendid Australian white wine, we were on first name terms and she readily agreed to my suggestion that I escort her back to her suite at the Randolph Hotel. I expected no reward for this although I was going to ask her if I could see her again before she left town. So I was overjoyed when in the foyer of the hotel she said: 'Henry, would you care to join me for a nightcap? Yes? Well, as the management of this hotel would probably disapprove of my entertaining a member of the opposite sex in my rooms, perhaps it would be wise if I go up to the second floor now and you follow me up in a few minutes time. Turn right as you leave the elevator and my suite is number sixteen, the second door on your left.' I was so excited that I mixed up the directions and turned the wrong way when I left the elevator, though perhaps it was as well that the attendant saw me turn towards rooms nineteen to twenty-four. Hastily, I doubled back and there was Miranda standing at the door to welcome me in. My heart began to pound when I saw that Miranda had changed out of her dress and was now wearing a cream silk night dress with smocked cuffs and trimmed with lace. Yet, interestingly enough, although Miranda's beautiful body was fully covered from top to toe, she had unpinned her long auburn hair and the sight of the shiny locks falling down over her shoulders and the welcoming smile on her pretty face made my cock swell up alarmingly as I entered her room. 'What would you like to drink?' asked Miranda as at her invitation, I sat down on a comfortable balloon-back chair. I paused and then she looked at me and grinned: 'Henry, perhaps I can help you make up your mind – there's coffee, tea or me? 'From the size of that bulge in your trousers, I think I know the answer,' she murmured as she unlaced the cord of her gown and slipped it off her shoulders. My jaw dropped as Miranda walked towards me, stark naked except for a tiny pair of frilly lace knickers, but my cock stood up in salute to her nude charms, stretching the material of my trousers to the very limit. I rose to meet her and the rosy nipples of Miranda's firm, rounded breasts looked up pertly as our mouths crushed together in the sweetest of kisses. My prick pressed up against her belly and my hands slid wildly up and down her back as she pulled me hard against her. We stood in this fashion for some seconds, our passions rising to boiling point and then Miranda whispered huskily: 'I want you to fuck me, Henry. But I'm not interested in what do the Yankees call it – a “wham-bam, thank you ma'am” affair – so you must first promise to stay all night.' 'I swear I will stay, you have my solemn oath on it,' I replied, my voice cracking with unslaked lust as I ran my fingers over her hard, engorged nipples and she slipped her hand downwards to squeeze the fleshy bar of steel between my thighs which bucked uncontrollably in her grasp. 'Very well then, let's not waste any more time,' said Miranda. Without further ado she began to undress me, shucking off my jacket and then unbuckling my belt whilst I tore off my collar stud and unbuttoned my shirt. When I had stripped down to my drawers she tugged them off and, clutching hold of my cock in both her hands she breathed: 'Come on, Henry, the bedroom's just behind me. Oooh, I can hardly wait to feel this nice meaty stiffie sliding into my juicy notch.' We kissed again, and with Miranda still holding my cock, we staggered into the next room and crashed down upon the bed. I tugged down the delicious girl's knickers and ran my hand through her silky curls of auburn pussey hair which formed such a sensuous veil over her pouting little slit. As we writhed in each other's arms, my shaft started to leap and prance about as it desperately sought an entrance into the clinging stickiness of Miranda's love funnel. She lay back invitingly with her legs apart as I raised myself over her and, holding my throbbing tool, I guided my knob firmly into her slippery wet cunt. Although my excitement was now at fever pitch, I gritted my teeth and willed myself not to rush in and out of her juicy quim in a mad frenzy and I slewed my sturdy shaft in and out of her gloriously tight cunney as slowly as I could, going right in and then withdrawing before plunging back again to the full. This had the pleasing effect of exciting Miranda even more and her bottom began to roll around on the crisp white sheet, arching her back upwards as she worked her cunt back and forth against the rhythmic ramming of my twitching tool. This was a thumping good fuck and Miranda was clearly enjoying it as much as I was, for she yelled out: 'Oh God, that's so good! Oooh, I adore those luscious long strokes and – oh yes, that's really lovely. Now make me spend! Ram your cock into me and shoot your spunk, you horny boy! I want it all!' 'Here it comes, brace yourself, Miranda,' I growled when I realised that my moments of supreme pleasure were nigh and it felt as though every nerve end in my body shuddered with ecstasy as I jetted a fountain of creamy jism into her seething cunt. I pistoned to and fro until her sensuous sheath milked the last dribbles of spunk from my cock which began to shrink when I rolled off her delicious curves and lay panting with exhaustion beside her. “That was a truly wonderful experience for me,' I said softly as I swung myself over on my side to look at the gorgeous girl and ran my fingers through her glossy auburn hair. She turned her head and looked at me with a cheeky smile and said: 'It was good, wasn't it? If I say so myself, I'm a very good fuck. But it isn't every boy who can make me come – although I haven't had as much experience as you might expect, because contrary to what you have every reason to believe, I'm not the sort of girl who pulls down her knickers for all and sundry. If it hadn't been for that rotter of a former boy-friend, I very much doubt if you would have found yourself in my bed tonight.' 'In that case, I must be very grateful to this gentleman,' I said, letting my hand slither down and playfully run the length of her moist pussey lips. Miranda gave a short, rueful laugh and nibbled on my ear lobe as she said: 'Yes, I suppose you do owe Neville a favour for it was his caddish behaviour that made me wary of allowing myself to make love to another man. In fact, this is the first fuck I have permitted myself to have since Leonard and I parted three months ago.' 'Then I am further honoured,' I said with the utmost sincerity. 'I hope this fellow did not attempt to force his affections upon you?' 'Not in the physical sense, although Neville was quite dishonest in his intentions, which really is little better,' she replied firmly. 'It has taken me some time to recover from his duplicity. I don't mind telling you exactly what happened between us, Henry, as I'm sure you'll understand how upset I was to discover that the Honourable Neville de Vere Slingsby was a pervert. We met at Viscount Greenhalgh's Empire Day Ball and very soon he and I became very close.