"Room ready in one hour," the receptionist said. Damn! It was too late now, so we trudged off back towards the British Library, to fritter away an hour in the exhibition rooms. Ordinarily I would have been thrilled to see treasures like The Bedford Hours, an exquisite illuminated manuscript, but today I was too impatient to concentrate. Regardless of what anyone thought, Gillian and I walked hand in hand, unable to manage without some physical contact between us.

A very long hour passed and we headed back to the hotel, where we were given our key. We were on the third floor and skipped excitedly upstairs, giggling like schoolgirls. I opened the door and entered a typical hotel room, anonymous, impersonal, functional. A double bed dominated it, with starchy sheets and a thin duvet. There didn't appear to be anywhere other than the bed on which to sit; not that we were looking for anywhere else.

I turned to Gillian, who stood in the doorway, apprehensive and slightly stunned that she should be doing this. Closing the door, I pulled her to me and kissed her lightly. My hands travelled up and down her arms as we exchanged frequent mini-kisses. I drew her jacket from her and laid it on the dressing table. Now my hands could feel her exquisite skin as I began to caress her arms again. I leaned away from our kiss and began to unbutton her pale cream blouse; it was very thin material, with the outline of her bra showing underneath and, beneath that, the shape of her aroused nipple was clearly visible.

If it was possible, the skin on her neck and chest seemed even smoother than on her arms. As I removed her blouse I reached down and grazed my mouth over it, licking upwards to her neck, nuzzling down to the valley between her breasts. They were small, beautifully firm and, judging from the bulge beneath her bra, topped with very large nipples. Such beauty deserved tender loving, and would undoubtedly get some in the course of the day, but first of all there was lust to be taken care of: I was soaked and craved this woman more than anything in the world.

I unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and knelt down as I pulled it from her. She was wearing black tights, which I unrolled, revealing white panties and perfect, supreme thighs. Getting one leg of the tights stuck above her knee, I cursed impatiently and dragged at it, snagging it with my nail.

"Oop," I said, giggling.

I started to undress myself, watching Gillian as I did so. She lay back on the bed demurely as I peeled off my blouse, stepped out of my short black skirt, whipped off my own tights and reached back to unhook my bra. It fell away, revealing my own, small breasts, nipples upturned and very excited. Gillian smiled as I rolled on to the bed beside her. The contrast of her beautiful skin and the starchy stiffness of the sheets was marked and it drew me even closer to her.

"You're beautiful," she said.

"A match made in heaven, then," I replied, smiling. I reached behind her and undid her bra, throwing it onto the floor. I was confronted by the most gorgeous breasts I have ever seen. They were small, about my size, and beautifully shaped: conical, tipping upwards provocatively, with sensational nipples. Her areolae were puffy and pink, and looked like they were straining forward to meet me. The nipples were slightly darker, big and protruding, tilted at an angle of 45 degrees upwards. Her breasts were so firm, so perfect, so tactile I could have spent eternity playing with them. I drew a nipple into my mouth, feeling the odd puffiness of her areolae. It wasn't like any I had felt before - not that I've encountered that many - but was slightly yielding to the touch, not as hard as normal. It sent me into transports of joy, and I rolled my tongue round and round it, back and forward, delighting in the sensations of this fresh, vital flesh. After a few laps of this superb circuit, I would tighten my mouth around it and grip the nipple, first with my lips, then with my teeth, grazing it as I sucked in hard. The nipple, already large, seemed to grow further under my ministrations. Then I would repeat the dizzying process.

My hand was ranging over her body, drawing crazy designs on it, feeling every inch of her that I could, glorying in the smooth sensations of her skin. I couldn't keep my hand still, drunkenly weaving it all over her stomach and side. It brushed against her panties and I knew I wanted to divest her of them, but not yet. First I needed to get myself completely naked, feel my entire body given over to her, the touch of my breast on hers. I quickly removed my bra and panties and rolled on top of Gillian.

Arching my back, I thrust my breasts forward and bent down towards her. As our lips made contact, so did our breasts, nipple on nipple, the feel of her gorgeous tits brushing against mine electrifying both of us. Our nipples grazed against one another, playing out their own tender love scene, caressing each other, exploring. Gillian was drawing her hands up and down my thighs, dragging her nails against my flesh - how could she have known that drives me wild? - slowly moving from the outside inwards, towards my soaked and tremulous pussy. As she reached closer, the flesh became more sensitive, a mass of nerve endings reacting violently to this stimulation. My chest was flushed and blotchy; not exactly attractive, I suppose, but who cares?

Gillian reached both hands behind me and gripped my bum, pulling me forward towards her face. As I edged upwards she came down to meet me, and I found myself hovering above her jaw. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out provocatively, lapping it upwards, a silent imprecation for me to rest myself on her. I acceded to her wishes and lowered myself onto her mouth. He breath, hot and excited, brushed over my pussy lips. I was soaked, my lips puffy and anxious, my clit exposed and hard. I felt Gillian's tongue penetrate deep within me and flicker back and forwards, before drawing back out again. Gillian lapped at my juices, coating her tongue with them, swallowing and coming back for more. I could feel her pick out one of my lips and suck on it, but so intense was the experience I couldn't tell which one.

She began to stroke up and down the length of my slit, lazily brushing against my clit, then sliding down between my lips towards my crack. I eased my legs apart to afford her access and she began to lick delicately at my asshole. For a few delicious moments her tongue probed and investigated, causing me to spasm and my hole to pucker. Immediately I released it again, feeling the wetness of her tongue return as she probed further at my entrance. Involuntarily I puckered again, and eased myself open once more, feeling Gillian's tongue enter more deeply.After a couple more times, her tongue was embedded slightly within me, and I could feel it exploring, pressing, leading. It gave rise to extraordinary sensations, flying all over me and plucking at my nerve endings like a harpist thrumming her strings.

The angle was wrong, though, and she could get no further, so she drew her attention back to my pussy, which by now had a new accumulation of juices for her to attend to. Gripping my bum cheeks, she thrust her tongue deep inside me, lapping up and down. As she did so, her nose grazed against my clit; I pressed downwards to increase the pressure on it, and swayed slightly from side to side to stimulate it. The feeling of Gillian's tongue darting in and out of my pussy, lapping up and down my lips, and the pressure of her nose on my clit was overpowering. I leaned forward on my hands to relax my legs. As I did so, a wave of expectation was expelled over me, starting at my asshole and building up within my pussy, a rush of excitement and anticipation which left me giddy and breathless. Gillian sensed my readiness and raised her head so that she could take my clit in her mouth. She sucked on it gently, her tongue stroking it, almost to the point of pain. I ground myself down on her, feeling her tongue lie flat against my clit; the pressure of that was enough, and I let out a wail as my body erupted, juices cascading downwards into Gillian's eager mouth. I disappeared into the ether, into an alternative world of pure sensation. With my back arched, I sat firmly on top of her, thighs trembling, hands shaking, as a purple and crimson haze descended on me, leaving me in a heavenly darkness: sometimes I think the senses get so overwrought that one of them has to shut down to allow the others to function at maximum. I bucked and rolled on top of her, playing every moment of sensation to its limit, savouring every precious second, prolonging the occasion for as long as I could manage. I felt as though I were swirling upwards, a vortex of lust and carnality, before being expelled onto a plateau of tranquility, of perfection, high on a cloud, drifting in space.

Gradually, I descended from my heights of passion and became aware of my body and surroundings again. Rolling off Gillian, I snuggled down beside her and with a contented, lazy smile, kissed her, feeling and tasting my own juices. We lay back in the bed for a few minutes, exhausted, waiting for Act Two to unfold.