When you're alone and life is making you lonely

You can always go

Downtown

When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry

Seems to help, I know

Downtown

Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city

Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty

How can you lose?

The lights are much brighter there

You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares

So go

Downtown

Things will be great when you're

Downtown

No finer place for sure

Downtown

Everything's waiting for you

.

.

.

And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you

Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to

Guide them along

So maybe I'll see you there

We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares

So go

Downtown

Things will be great when you're

Downtown

Don't wait a minute more

Downtown

Everything is waiting for you

Downtown

This song, sung by Petula Clark, was a hit and seemingly could be heard everywhere we went the very first time I went to Salt Lake City in 1965. It's one of those memories that makes the week long visit to Salt lake City in 1965 standout in an 8-week 10,000 mile journey across the US and back.

And now, twenty one years later, I was back in downtown Salt Lake City. I picked out the first and last verses of the song to serve as the backdrop to this week in 1986.

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Sheryl opened the door and we stepped through it. It felt warm as we stepped into the room and part of that may have been the sunburn. But I thought the air was going to burst into flame between us. There was no rush to strip each other out of our clothes. In fact, the slow and easy pace made it that much more *delicious.*

"May I see that report?" Sheryl asked.

"Sure," I replied as I went over to the desk area where my briefcase was. I unlatched and opened it. I had materials for a new workshop that I was developing in the briefcase in addition to the what I needed for the conference. I gave her one of my business cards and then looked in one of the dividers on the lid (now standing upright) and pulled out the envelope that was addressed to me. Of course, the results had all my personal identifying information on the front page and then the reporting for the various tests (all negative) as well as some other health statistics that had been compiled from my samples. She read through them, folded the pages back together and put them in the envelope, handed it back to me, and thanked me.

She went into the bathroom and I put the envelope with test results back into the briefcase. While she was in the bathroom, I retrieved my supply of condoms and placed then on the bedside nightstand table. I heard the toilet flush and Sheryl emerged, still dressed. We undressed each other very, very slowly as we explored each other thoroughly and without the challenge of sharing with an additional person. I later realized that what made this work so well for Catie and I when there was a third party involved was that we both knew that we had each other (as the primary relationship) and that gave both of us the freedom to share with a third person in a way that was different than the experience with Sheryl and Megan. The previous evening seemed to preclude this type of slow and sensuous exploration where someone could be short-changed.

Once we were on the bed together, it was an unhurried mutual exploration of each other's body. According to her, she thoroughly enjoyed the unhurried pace with which she could explore my toned, 32 year old body. No *Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma'am!* I can say the same about her. I remember thinking about the book and the the movie *In Praise of Older Women.*

The oral sex was the same way, slow and unhurried, like we wanted to take the time to explore every square inch of skin surface area. Not a couple of licks and a slurp and on to fucking. We went through a progression from me exploring her pussy with my tongue and mouth, to the mutual exploration in a 69-position with her on top, to her pivoting around my cock as I watched her play with the tip with her tongue and her mouth, licking all the precum out of the slit as it emerged.

I told her that if she kept doing that I was going to cum ("Do you want me to cum in your mouth or somewhere else inside you?"). The fact that she knew that she could share my cum with me was an exciting discovery (and she wanted to watch me cum). And so, when she took me over the edge of orgasm, she lightly grasped the base of my cock and balls while holding the tip of my cock inside her mouth as I spurted my first round of semen into her mouth. She later said she loved feeling the muscle contractions in her hand and feeling the spurts into her mouth.

She took everything I gave her. After my contractions subsided, she slid up beside and over me to allow us to share the load of cum that was in her mouth. Our mouths merged together and what I had squirted into her mouth was now being passed between her and I. Just doing that with the interaction of our tongues caused her to orgasm. We stayed engaged in that sharing kiss as she was cumming. After a few more minutes of sharing, we broke our kiss, each swallowing what we held. To her, it was an amazing experience and something she had never experienced before.

She was on my left side, head on my shoulder, rubbing my stomach and gradually reaching my somewhat flaccid cock. It didn't take me long to stiffen up and get hard again with the attention of her hand. Soon, she was dragging her fingertips and fingernails over the entire length of the 'bottom side' of my cock. I pointed out that the condoms were on the table behind her when she was ready for me to enter her.

"We won't be needing them," she said. I was (pleasantly) surprised by her telling me that. So much so, that I asked if she was sure. She said she was. And then she rolled over top of me, took my cock in her hand and slid down on my cock. Over the next hour we enjoyed the passion of each other in different positions; sometimes slowly, sometimes quick and pounding, sometimes a short break to give us a chance to recover. In the end, though, Sheryl ended up back on top of me as I approached my next orgasm. I had her sit up on me while we interlaced our fingers and I held her up by her hands. I watched as she went through her orgasms big and small.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked as I was approaching my orgasm. She indicated she was. I looked into her eyes when I knew I was at that point of no return and said "Here I cum," and just let it happen. So warm. So wet as we visualized my cum filling her. As my orgasm subsided, she laid down on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her to hold her and stay in her as long as I could.

She wanted (and I wanted her) to experience the sensation of being cleaned while my cum was dripping out of her. I told her that when I finally slid out of her, I would move down some so that she could work her way up to my face and place her pussy at my mouth. I slipped out of her and we moved as I had described it to her. She looked down and watched as my tongue probed her and removed the cum that was dripping out of her. She would tense up as she rode my face as each orgasmic wave crested for her. Some were pretty intense. She finally got off my face and moved beside me (cleaning my face of her juices and my cum) and expressed her appreciation of my skills in providing her this first time experience.

We laid beside each other in that post sexual, post orgasmic warmth.

"You can spend the night, if you wish." I said to her.

"I'd like to. Do you want me to?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "We can wake up in each other's arms in the morning, make love, order room service. There are even robes in the closet for us," noting that there were two robes with the hotel chain monogram embroidered on each of them.

We were laying there quietly in each other's arms when she said, "Can I ask you about something?"

"Sure," I replied. "What?"

"I noticed that bag in the back of your briefcase," she said without really asking me a question. She was referring to the 3-quart red rubber combination bag that I carried around with me on trips. Originally, I had (and still have) a 2-quart bag but moved up to the 3-quart bag after the trip that Catie and I took to Minnesota. This was actually Catie's bag that I was travelling with out of sentimental reasons. I gave Sheryl a brief background on my love of enemas and how they were a central and important part of Catie's and my sexual adventures as part of our anal play.

"Catie was an anal virgin when we met. She loved anal sex and enemas were just part of it for us," I told her. I went on to say that one of our favorite things to do was both of us taking and holding enemas while making love.

"Sounds messy," Sheryl said.

"It could be," I replied. "Good sphincter muscles!"

Sheryl told me that she would occasionally give her husband enemas because he needed one. But she also recognized the arousal factor as she and he were from the age when enemas were much more in vogue. I asked if her husband had given her enemas and she told me that he had from time-to-time. I asked about her children and she told me that when they were younger, yes, on occasion.

I wasn't sure she was going to ask it, so I asked her "Would you like A) to give me an enema, B) me give you an enema, or C) both?"

"I think A," she said.

"Okay, you can do it whenever you want or are ready," I said.

She wasn't ready to jump out of bed quite yet. And we cuddled together sharing intimate secrets since I had largely taken care of any potential "wet spot." About 15 minutes later she said, "Okay," and got out of bed and headed over to my briefcase. She released the folder section of the briefcase and pulled out the red bag and the hose with the attached douche nozzle. I told her that we (meaning Catie and I) both liked the douche nozzle because it was longer, went deeper, and we liked the sensation of the warm water spraying inside our rectums.

I pointed out that there was nothing convenient that she could hang the bag on near the bed and she might have to give me the enema in the bathroom where she could hang it (high). She told me that it was no problem on the bed as she would hold the bag while standing by the bed or being one it when she gave her late husband enemas. She commented that the bag was larger than she was accustomed to seeing or using.

While she prepared the enema in the tub, I brought a couple of towels out of the bathroom and placed them on the bed. She was screwing the top onto the bag when I returned and was ready to force the air out of the hose before bringing it back to the bed. She asked me to lay down on my stomach while she lubricated the nozzle. I laid down on the towels with my legs spread waiting for the nozzle. I felt her slide the nozzle in and I looked over my right shoulder as she raised the bag.

"This was one of my favorite views of Steven (her late husband), seeing the hose disappear into his ass like this," she said. "Are you ready?" she asked. I told her I was and with a click I could feel the water flooding my abdomen. I was letting out soft moans as she filled me. The bag was more than half empty when I told her I needed her to stop for a moment. I got up on my knees with my head still down just to take some pressure off my abdomen. She closed the clamp and reached down with her other hand and stroked my balls and the base of my cock. I was nice and hard.

I told her I was going to flip over on my back and she managed the hose and the nozzle so that I could. I told her I was ready once I was on my back. I had a very pleasing view watching her stand there naked, holding the enema bag above me. She opened the clamp and the water started flowing into me again. She reached down and stroked my cock as I watched the bag get flatter and flatter. It finally sucked all the way down and she closed the clamp, admiring my taut belly and my hard cock. She laid the bag down on the bed and climbed on my and slid me back into her. She was clearly enjoying this as she was having these little orgasms in waves.

"And you did this all the time?" she finally asked.

"We did it often," I said. "And Catie would ride me just like you are except she's have a nozzle in her delivering or having delivered an enema."

"I can't imagine," Sheryl said as the next wave of orgasms were cumming.

"You're so hard," and then her voice trailed off. And I was getting harder. A few minutes later I was cumming in Cheryl again. She didn't stay on top of me until I slipped out, like the first time. She felt me softening, got off me, turned around into a 69 position and took my softening cock, covered with my cum, into her mouth. I was able to bring my mouth to her dripping pussy.

I wasn't go the be able to do this long. Maybe only a couple of minutes before I needed to release this enema inside me. I stayed long enough to catch the first significant gush of my cum dripping out of her vagina. I finally tapped her leg as I pulled my mouth away and told her that I should make my way to the bathroom. She swung away from the edge of the bed and I pulled the nozzle out. I made my way to the bathroom pulled the toilet seat up and then sat down on the porcelain edge to let that first big gush come flowing out.

Of course, if she and her late husband had done this, she knew that this was just part of what happens with enemas. From outside the bathroom she asked about what happened if both Catie and I had to expel at the same time.

"Oh, we had a contingency for that. We could change places or one of us could step into the shower or tub. The other contingency was to release into a trash can that could be emptied into the toilet afterward. We were lucky that it wasn't really a problem."

It didn't take me long to empty the largest portion of the enema (I did have to empty out two more times a little later). I cleaned up and came back to join Sheryl in bed. She looked like she was a very happy woman.

"I've never known or heard of a man who will eat his own cum after cumming in someone," she said.

"Not even from your girlfriends?" I asked.

"No," she said. "But, it's amazing!"

"Catie called it the emergence of my inner dog," I said.

"What?"

"The male dog cleans up the dog he just mated with after he pops out of her," I said.

"I didn't know that," Sheryl said.

"Actually, I found out that it was rare among men and could be very erotic. With practice, I got very comfortable doing it."

We drifted off to sleep curled up next to each other. We were both "tired puppies" from the previous night, morning, and day of skiing. I did get up a couple of times during the night to empty my bladder from the excess water uptake that the enema gave me. The last time was about 4:30 in the morning. And though it was tempting to wake Sheryl with my warm and probing cock, I curled back next to her and drifted back to sleep.

Sheryl was awake first. I was aware of her getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 7:35. The morning had that surreal feel to it where a extremely pleasurable experience was so fresh in the mind that it felt like a dream that I didn't want to lose. There was just the continuation of a present moment, much like floating through the deep snow on Saturday morning froze time in a way that the moment felt timeless.

She came out of the bathroom and crawled back into bed with me. When she lifted the covers and saw I was awake with my morning erection, she cooed with anticipation and excitement, telling me she had "someplace warm and wet for that." She spread her legs and had me get on top of her. There was no foreplay (her foreplay had been laying there wanting to have me inside her again), and she grabbed my cock to position it and have me slide into her as she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

It was slow, tender, and intimate lovemaking. It had it's moments of faster and more vigorous stroking into her where I was on my knees with her legs raised to my shoulders. But most of the time was me being on top of her with her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her legs wrapped around my hips. It was an easy pace with no sense of rushing to my orgasm. I was glad that Sheryl was enjoying her many orgasms. Sometimes I would continue to stroke through them, extending them. Other times, I would stop deep inside her so she could feel really feel them. It was reading and anticipating what she wanted.

It was a delightful buildup to my own orgasm. Close to going over but riding that edge multiple times before finally committing and going to the point of no return and letting her know "Here I cum," so we can both enjoy my orgasm together. And then all the little and not so little kisses after we've cum together. *Staying with her* and *being with her,* not lost in some orgasmic fog was the intimacy that we both missed and so enjoyed.

I remained inside her as I gradually softened. "What a wonderful way to start our day," I said.

"I could get used to having you in my bed every day," Sheryl said. When she said it, there was no sense of panic or alarm on my part. In that moment, I was *with her* and only her. Looking back, I'm certain it was the way she was feeling and for me being with her as I was, it was a very pleasant thought. There was a very intimate back and forth between us in those minutes. I finally slipped out of her. When I did, her arms tightened around me and she said "stay with me," which I interpreted as staying where I was on top of her, in her arms and just allow my cum to leak out of her as we were laying there together.

We stayed like this for another 15 minutes, or so, while we continued our intimate conversation. At one point she told me that it was such a wonderful sensation. I asked her what was?

"Feeling your cock pressed against me like this, and feeling you cum leaking between my (butt) cheeks," she said. I was out of my refractory period and I had stiffened a bit while we were laying there together, speaking sweetly with each other. We were coming out of this post coital period with some humor, too. She told me that if she had me all week, she was going to take every opportunity she could to be with me. I reminded her that I had presentations to give and be part of as well as other meetings with clients and potential clients. She told me that I could do them naked so that I didn't have to waste time getting undressed for her when I got back to the room. I chuckled at the thought of that.

I finally needed to get up to empty my bladder. It was nearly 8:30 and I mentioned that we should probably order room service for breakfast. We looked at the menu, made our choices, and I ordered. I was told it would be 30 to 45 minutes before it could be delivered. That was okay as it gave us enough time to shower together.

We got into the shower together and enjoyed the body contact as if we hadn't had enough as we washed each other. My shoulders were still tender under the warm water though the redness of the sunburn had faded. Sheryl told me that she would reapply the aloe vera lotion after our shower. As we washed each other, Sheryl took particular attention to running her soapy hands over my stiffened cock, my balls, and my ass. I was more cautious about the soap as I washed her pussy, but used the soapy slipperiness to rub her breasts and her ass and ass crack. When we got out of the shower, and dried off, we had just enough time for Sheryl to apply the aloe vera lotion to my sunburned areas and then to slip into the robes that were hanging in the closet. My enema bag was now also hanging in the closet to dry.

We had just slipped the robes on when there was the knock on the door from room service. An nice young woman brought the trays into the room and set them up on the table. I signed for the room charge, gave her a cash tip and thanked her. Sheryl and I sat at the table and the curtains were open to a bright (though cooler and somewhat cloudier) day. We talked about our schedules (again) as I would be leaving for the airport to pick up my coworker and she would be leaving for some afternoon appointments. She promised that she would be back in the evening.

She asked me about the presentations I was involved in and I probably sounded way to geeky in describing what the presentations were about. Before her eyes glazed over, I turned our attention back to what we were going to do before we had to leave in a rather subtle and straightforward way. I took our trays and placed them outside the door for pickup. The housekeeping staff was just across the hall taking care of the room there.

"Are you going to need service?" she asked.

"Yes, but after 12 noon. We'll be leaving then," I said. She noted that on her clipboard, I thanked her, and then closed the door. When I came back into the room area by the bed, I removed my robe and placed it on the bed, extended my hand to Sheryl to have her stand up, and then removed her robe (and placed it on the bed) so that we were standing naked in front of each other once again...as an invitation. My cock was standing straight out and up.

I stepped back, sat down, and slid back on the corner of the bed. Sitting like I was, my cock was standing straight up and Sheryl knew what to do without a single word said between us. She straddled me and moved close to me to position herself to "impale herself" on my cock. She reached down to guide me into her, settled down to partially insert me into her vagina, and then swung her legs around my hips and lowered herself all the way down on me so we were sitting face-to-face. We rocked back and forth, I flexed my hips up and down, and she raised and lowered herself so that there was a stroking action. The most fun was holding each other at arms length and rocking back and forth like we were on a see-saw where my maximum penetration was when I was leaning back. So much fun and wonderful access to her breasts.

We got good and sweaty again as we did this and once again I was cumming inside her. As soon as I could muster it, I picked her up with her legs wrapped around my waist and hips and carried her to the edge of the bed where I carefully got my knees on the bed (one at a time) and laid her down across the bed so we could lay there face-to-face. I managed to do it gracefully without dropping her.

Over the next several minutes, I softened once again and slid out of her. I stayed in that position for a moment before saying "I'll get the towel." One was close at hand and I got up and folded it so I could slide it under her. As she raised her hips and I slipped the towel under her, I slid my tongue along the slit of her pussy to gather the cum that was starting to leak out of her. She didn't let me stay there long, gently grabbing my head to pull me up her body to lay on top of her.

"If you do that," she said, "we'll never get out of here." We laid there for several more minutes before getting up to take a much shorter shower. This time, after the shower, I stood there while she applied lotion to my shoulders. We got dressed and prepared to leave. I made sure that she had her room key and we left together to head to the hotel parking. After walking her to her car and watching her drive away, I walked to my rental car and drove to the Salt Lake City Airport to pick up my coworker.

As it turned out, I arrived with time to spare because his plane was late coming from Atlanta. I went to the gate to wait and got something to eat from one of the concessions on the concourse. When his plane finally arrived, we headed directly back to the hotel chatting about work-related issues and the conference. I told him that although I had been at the hotel, I hadn't checked in to the conference yet. We arrived at the hotel, he checked-in and got his room key and we went to check-in at the conference. There were other association meetings for members occurring on Monday, but the formal technical sessions didn't start until Tuesday morning. We were given our information packets and asked to return around 3:00 PM with our slides, in order, so that we could see our presentation on the big screen and check to make sure that the slides were in the proper order and orientation.

My coworker and I were on separate floors of the hotel. I told him that I'd see that 3:00 PM. When I returned to my room, housekeeping had come and changed all the towels and linens and straightened and vacuumed the room. Sheryl wasn't there and I hadn't expected her to be. The downtime gave me a bit of a chance to reflect on everything I had experienced since I arrived in Salt Lake City on Friday morning. One thing was certain, I was certainly "Downtown." My life certainly wasn't dull and boring. It was also complex given all the sexual relationships that I had running simultaneously.

We met with our other associates/collaborators on the technical presentation during the walk-through at 3:00 PM. The walk-through lasted until about 4:00 PM with all the people present with their presentations during the next several days. After conducting the walk-through session, the four of us and a couple of others agreed to dinner plans. One of our associates had brought his wife with him. But she was opting to not go to dinner with us (too much technical geekiness). In the meantime, Sheryl had left me a message to let me know when she would be back.

I went to dinner with my friends and associates. I remember us having a conversation about the unique liquor laws of Utah and the purchasing of a "membership" so that we could drink alcohol with dinner. I don't remember all the details of how that worked other than it was an unusual work around for a state that, otherwise, didn't have liquor by the drink. Still, I wasn't a big alcohol consumer and it mattered less to me than some others that had come to the conference. Besides, I knew who and what was awaiting me at the hotel and I was more than willing to limit my alcohol consumption to enhance my "performance" with her.

When returned to the hotel the question was "breakfast in the morning?" I reminded everyone that breakfast was actually part of the pre-conference activities in the morning and I'd get there before the conference actually began in the morning. We headed to the elevators, said goodnight as we got off in-turn. I was practically bursting with anticipation getting back to my room.

I knocked on the door as I used my key to enter.

"Honey, I'm home," I said as I walked in.

Sheryl was there on the bed, propped up against the built-in headboard with pillows. She was reading something and she was sitting there just as naked as she could be. My mind went to what it must have been like for her late husband to come home to such a sight. I'm sure I took a deep breath at the sight of her. The nightstand/end table lamps were on and cast a soft shadowy light on her. It was one those views that photo-imprints on the memory.