Weekend visitor

.he didnt hold back either, his large hand kissing my bottom causing a loud slapping sound with every whack, after exactly 12 of these he picked me up and carried me in his arms , saying nothing...he placed me on my bed, as I lay there he grabbed both my ankles with his hands in a tight grip and with one pull lifted my legs high into the air, my bare bottom bouncing as it landed at the very foot of the bed.The dressing gown fell to the floor and he was obviously very excited....I gestured towards some rubbers and vaseline I has positioned earlier......ignoring the rubbers he put a finger or two into the vaseline jar and smeared what seemed a very small amount on my rose and none on his manhood.I expected him to take me immediately as he was so aroused but he said my bottom would be much more relaxed after an orgasm and he put his hand between my legs and gave me hand relief, I came very quickly as I was so excited....almost immediatley after my pleasure he turned me over raised my knees so I was in position for being taken 'doggy'. He must have been very experienced as there was no fumble , no clumsiness, he was inside me pumping away within seconds, he was right my bottom was relaxed after my orgasm and his manhood was impressive to say the least, I heard him groan , felt him withdraw and then I could feel his hot cream squirt on my bottom.I collapsed on the bed and after a few seconds I could feel him wiping up the cream that was on my bottom and the top of my legs and hold ups with a tissue or two.
We laid together for a while saying little , and within a very hort time we were both asleep. We awoke almost at the same time , probably n hour or so later and he was far more chatty and we had certainly broken the ice well and truly.
He stayed for 2 days and we had a very enjoyable weekend behind locked doors.Even though we seemed to get on well.....very well infact...I always thought he saw me as another 'notch' and this was re-enforced when he asked for a pair of my knickers as a souvenier.I took him to the train station when it was time for him to go home and surprisingly even though we did communicate for a while and said the usual 'we'll have to do this again sometime'...I never did see him again..but I was only 27 and had many more enjoyable experiences ahead of me.