Ellie Night And Day

By Peter Morgan

On what I assume will be a boring weekend seminar, I discover that Ellie, an old flame, is also attending.

We hook up the first night, for a quickie in the toilet. Then, the next morning, I wake up in her hotel room and we take the time to enjoy each other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Morgan
• Release date: Aug 4, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465745293

Peter Morgan

My name is Peter Morgan, I'm 45 and single again, after almost 15 years of marriage. I work full-time as an office manager, but I'm a keen amateur photographer and I like to write too. I'll be posting some photo's here and also sharing some of my memoirs. Dating is a vastly different prospect now, compared to what it was in the late 80s/early 90s and I'm using a lot of my experiences in my stories. Drop by, take a look, say hi!

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Ellie Night and Day

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Peter Morgan

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Ellie Night & Day

Part 1 - Saturday night, at the nightclub

One of the things that I have to do, every now and again, is go off for a marketing seminar, as a representative of the agency. Sometimes I get sent to very nice places - Claudia, in Barcelona, she was nice - sometimes, the places are pretty grim. This particular one was in London, which wasn’t too bad. Even better, an old friend - and part-time lover of mine called Ellie - was also at the seminar. It had been a long time since we’d last met up, but on the ice-breaker evening, as we all tramped off to a club, there she was.

Medium height, she had a slim, toned body, terrific firm tits and a wonderfully pretty face. Her blonde hair was cut to her shoulders, thick and lustrous and I wondered what it would feel like now, to wrap my fingers in it as I’d once done. She was lovely, she really was, the kind of girl you could take anywhere. But in the bedroom, wow, fuck me, she was something else altogether then.

We caught up as we walked, though she had plenty of attention from the other men on the seminar and by the time we got to the club, we’d been separated. I watched her, as I nursed a bottle of Bud - she seemed to be enjoying herself. I wasn’t so much - I couldn’t focus on any other women in the place and, since I dance poorly, I