The rest of the week followed the same pattern, working away in the attic till the afternoon, where we went to bed and fucked each other three times before dinner.
We had cleared out half of the attic and had a big van come from an auction house to take away what she didn't want. She said that she would take me to the auction room when her things came up for sale before she kissed me goodbye. She would be back in her London home till then and for the next two weeks, I was completely at a loss as to what to do with myself.
It was really hard after having had a whole week of fucking my first woman and then not having sex. I was masturbating at least four times a day in pure frustration of not being able to have her and was grateful for the phone call saying that she would see me the next day.
She collected me just after nine the next morning, Trevor driving the car and took us off to Chiswick where the auction house was. For a first time, it was quite an exciting experience at being there to see the objects I'd handled being sold off to the highest bidder.
The auction started at ten sharp and by mid-day, the whole lot had been sold for a staggering fourteen and a half thousand pounds. She was highly pleased with this and took me to lunch.
We almost had an argument there in the restaurant when she said she was going to give me some of the money from the sale. I flatly refused this offer by saying that I'd been well paid during those afternoons with her, but finished up accepting the alternative offer she made.
'I'm going to a ball in a month's time and I want you to be my escort.' This hit me for I'd never ever been to a dance let alone a ball. I couldn't even dance. 'I want you to look your best so we'll be stopping off to get you the right clothes to wear.'
So that was what we did after lunch. Into Regents Street to an outfitters where I was measured up for not just the one suit for this forth coming ball, but two others, plus some casual clothes. She agreed to the date and time for the fitting which I had to go along with.
I got another surprise when she said that we would be having dinner at her house which wasn't far from Regent Street. It was a large house in Hanover Square and nearly as big as that house of hers in Kingston. I was struck dumb at this and meekly followed her out of the car and into this sumptuous house while Trevor drove off to park the car.
'I'm gasping for a drink,' she said as she led me into a huge lounge that was tastefully decorated with matching furniture and didn't really have time to look at it properly as she poured us both out a drink.
'Let's take it upstairs, I'm really in need of a shower,' she said and again I dutifully followed her upstairs into a large bedroom on the first floor. This was as big as the Kingston bedroom and she had gulped half of her drink down before stripping off her clothes.
'Come on. You too,' she said as the last piece of clothing came off, showing me her lovely body again. This roused me up and my erection hampered me in getting my trousers off. 'I can see that Randy wants his oats again,' and laughed at the joke she'd made with my surname. 'So fuck the shower, we'll need it afterwards,' she said as she took hold of my erection and pulled me to the bed.
'I think I'm as randy as you are,' she said with a smile as she kissed me before pushing me onto the bed. She was quickly onto the bed and straddled me, her eyes alight with anticipation as she moved up on her knees until she was over my thighs. Her hand then held my cock upright and rubbed the head between the lips of her sex before she lowered herself down onto it.
She was as wet as a Bank Holiday weekend. It slid in easily as she sank down till she was sitting on my thighs, squeezing me with her vaginal muscles as I throbbed away inside the heat of her body. I loved the way her tits bounced up and down as she began to ride me this way. It seemed a natural thing to do as I lifted my hands up and took both tits into my hands and massaged them as she literally fucked herself on my prick.
Her hands came up and covered mine and squeezed them harder and the nipples felt like little rocks they were so hard. I don't think she noticed that I had already come inside her as she bounced away, moving faster as she approached her orgasm. She began to shake and shudder, head thrown back as she gave out a muted cry as she went rigid on top of me and I could feel our juices start to seep down my groin and onto my balls.
Her head came down, her hair now looking lank as she took in deep shuddering breaths of air and her body went almost limp. I could feel her heart thumping away in her chest, the throbbing being transmitted though her breast in my hand.
'You've been a Godsend Randy,' she panted out rather hoarsely as she lifted her head to look down at me. 'Every orgasm is better than the last one,' and she slid her legs backwards and lay down on top of me, her breasts being somewhat flattened against my chest as she kissed me. We both needed a shower now as our bodies were sliding quite easily together due to the sweat we'd produced between us. My cock was still hard up inside her, feeling her squeeze me as it twitched.
She moved up a little so that it slid out of her and she then moved down my body to take it into her mouth. I couldn't help the groan I gave as it was swapped from one hot place for another. She sucked and squeezed it, getting the last remnants of sperm out of me, using her teeth too to rake the shaft.
'Better than yoghurt,' she said when she finally let go and smiled up at me from between my legs, her tongue running itself over her lips. 'Now we really need that shower.'
We finished off our drinks before we showered and cleaned ourselves up before getting dressed, me in one of the new sets of clothes that she had bought for me.
It was during another lovely dinner that she told me that just before we'd started to eat, that she'd phoned my home and told them that I would be staying the night.
'You will stay, won't you?' she asked, stroking my hand.
'If you want me to,' I replied.
'I do want you to, too,' she added, giving me that lovely smile, the tip of her tongue peeking out from between her lips. 'We'll have coffee in the lounge Trevor,' she said as we then got up from the table. This we had with a brandy before going up to bed and here I was introduced into cunnilingus. Well with her going down on me, I couldn't say no.
I must admit that really seeing what was inside the sex lips of a woman was not the most pleasant sight to see, but it wasn't so bad when I had my eyes shut. Licking round the clitoris and working my tongue into her vagina as far as I could get it while she sucked and teased my erection. It took time, but I was eventually able to bring her up to an orgasm with my mouth and tongue after quite a few sessions of this form of mutual sex.
That I fucked her twice that night and once again in the morning, goes without saying.
It was two weeks later that I stayed again overnight at her house in Hanover Square, the day I went for my fitting of the suits she'd ordered for me.
It was also during these two weeks and the following two, that I had dancing lessons with my mother out on our patio. I must say that I took to it like a duck to water. Leading off on the right foot and being able to keep in step with the music. The fox trot, quick step and the waltz, this latter being the easiest to learn and mum was quite pleased at the progress I had made.
Sheila phoned the day before the ball saying what time Trevor would be picking me up so that I could collect my new suits. She surprised me by being in the car as well, saying that she wanted to make sure that they were perfect before we took them away.
Boy did the assistant who saw to us get a withering look from Sheila when he said that her son looked quite handsome in his new suits. Though I did agree with him, not the son bit, but that I looked quite the dashing fellow in the suit I would be wearing that night. I don't think he got a tip when she paid for them all with her gold credit card.
Back at her house, she asked Trevor for just a light dinner and wasn't surprised when she said that we had a couple of hours to kill and suggested that we spent that time in bed.
We rolled naked on the bed with constant kisses to many parts of each other's body and even managed to give her an orgasm with just the use of my tongue, teeth and mouth. In the process of doing this, I was up as hard as an iron bar and it was getting quite painful and couldn't wait to fuck her with it.
I wasn't quite sure what she was doing when she pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer and after giving the head of my throbbing cock a quick suck, rolled the condom down over it.
'I really want to feel it this time,' she said as put it on me. It was only when she put a blob of cream to her backside as she went up onto her knees in front of me did it dawn where she wanted me to stick my dick. Up her arse.
This was another first for me as I got between her legs and gave the cheeks of her bum a stroke first before placing the head of my rubber clad cock to that blob of cream.
'I'm ready Randy,' she said and gave out a gasp as I pushed forward and watched the head of my cock enter her backside. God, it was tight! I could feel that muscle there squeeze my shaft as I slid into her till my thighs were tight up to her bum cheeks.
'Christ!' she gasped again. 'It feels like a fucking barge pole!'
Holding her hips firmly in my grasp, I moved myself in and out of her in this first experience of having anal sex, thanking the stars that she didn't have a cock to want to do the same to me. The way she was grunting with every forward thrust I made, made me think that it was being painful and not something to enjoy. In later years I was to find out different.
After I had come, which was only after a minute or two of fucking her this way, I pulled out only for her to pull the condom off with some tissues and take my still hard and throbbing cock into her mouth to suck out the residue of my sperm.
With me deflated once again, we lay there kissing and stroking each other until we'd both become aroused again for me to fuck her in the normal place. After which, we showered and got dressed before going downstairs for the light dinner that she had ordered.
Trevor drove us through the centre of London to Mansion House where the ball was being held, almost opposite the Bank of England, and what an impressive ballroom it contained. I had felt rather self conscious wearing a cape and a top hat until I saw that many of the men were dressed the same. With both these, plus her wrap given over to a cloakroom attendant, I took her arm and really let her lead me to the ballroom proper. She gave our names to a flunkey who passed it on to a penguin dressed man who announced our arrival, as he did to all those that were attending the ball.
'Mrs Justin-Forbes and Mr Randolph Oates,' he announced, and I'm sure my face was red as he called them out before we went down the few steps into the ballroom proper.
In the motley crowd, I was introduced to many of the people that she knew, only two names stuck with me, because I was to meet them several times in the next couple of years. Jacob Riley and Fiona Hamilton.
I fluffed a few steps in my first dance with Sheila, but after that, it was all smooth sailing and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Even having a couple of dances with this Fiona while Sheila danced with Jacob. It seemed that they were all close friends as I found out later in our relationship.
It was a lovely evening and I was sorry when it came to the last waltz which I danced with Sheila. Needless to say, I stayed over in her bed for the night to round it off by fucking her which made it the most perfect day of my life so far.