This week has been memorable for its spontaneity and naughtiness. In a world where we’re all ‘diarised’ to within an inch of fun, it’s nice to be able to have met up with three of my friends at a few hours notice.

The first was on Monday, I was at a new client out of town and messaged Helen that I could be driving home on a road not far from her beauty salon in Epsom. We had previously talked about how meeting there could be fun and that it is closed on Mondays. Helen is usually up for a bit of adventure – witness her her afternoon at Kestrels with me

A few hours later on one of these lovely summer’s evenings we’re having, I pulled into the nearby Sainsbury’s car park and she came out to meet me and guide me around to the back of the salon. She was wearing a floaty, short’ish summery dress and had clearly been making the most of the recent sunny weather, with her nut brown cleavage difficult to miss.

In through the back door and we were kissing urgently.. Looking around for options. I certainly didn’t expect a bed, but had imagined some sort of surface in the back room that we could use, but there wasn’t one. We went into the Salon, with a slightly disbelieving look on my face – really? Is this where we were about to have sex? We could see straight onto the high street a few meters away, people walking by were clearly visible. Helen reassured me that she had checked and this was only see through one way.

The excitement and surreal apparent voyeurism of it had Helen removing her knickers quickly and me dropping my trousers. Some awkward positions in various chairs, including the one by the hair washing basins, followed. Getting to the right angle, whilst not slipping on the highly polished floor in my shoes, was proving tricky. She grabbed a few small towels and put them on the floor. To a backdrop of people chatting and walking by 3 meters away, we lay on the floor and I entered her properly this time. The act of sex was slowly sliding us across the floor towards the wall. Helen gets so turned on and focused during sex it’s like being devoured by a gorgeous sexual predator.. Earlier I had lain back in one of the chairs as she determinedly manoeuvred herself to get me as deep inside her as possible. Frequently we paused to look in each other’s eyes, smile knowingly and reflect on just how bizarre this was.

Some messages the next day from Helen about how the fact she had had sex on that very chair was providing moments of distraction from attending to the beauty needs of her clients.

The next spontaneous, and naughty sex was on Wednesday with Rebecca. She had told me of a meeting she had lined up with 007, one of her men. I happened to be free, or at least flexible, in the morning and so, not so innocently, asked what time she had the hotel booked from – 10 am.. And what time are you meeting 007? 12:30…  In the spirit of, if you don’t ask you don’t get.. I wondered aloud if she’d like to meet at 10. Rebecca is alert to the possibilities of a good time… and replied ‘why not?’

Next day we find ourselves wondering through docklands to a smallish hotel, not quite believing what we’re up to. There are some logistical challenges going through our minds, like how to bring 007 to the same hotel in 2 hours time without revealing that Rebecca had previously checked in, or that she had already had sex on the same bed. I hovered outside as she checked in – but there was no avoiding the tiny reception as I came in and turned into a nearby corridor and room.

The sex was as fun and wonderful as the first time a week earlier. Playfully I teased her a bit about wanting to hide her body whilst I immediately took off my clothes. We paused whilst I helped with some IT, specifically setting up a google calendar to better organise her underground life! And then we resumed. More orgasms for both of us and then an hour and half later we were heading back on the DLR, her to Canary Wharf to meet her next assignment and me to Bank for a meeting.

Apparently 007 didn’t suspect anything and Rebecca had a wonderful afternoon with him before they went off to have a meal.

Finally, on Saturday, on yet another of this summer’s hot and balmy days I find myself cycling fast to the ‘love shack’ to meet up with Urvashi.  This is our third meeting at the love shack and we both know it needs to be a quickie… a sweaty, intense and focused quickie and all the more enjoyable for that. I am peeled out of my MAMIL’ian Lycra and am naked under the cooling fan. The look of almost distant lust in her eyes as she focuses on some inner middle distance as I move from slow to energetic sex. The sweat is beginning to drip and we’re enjoying the slipperiness it brings.

Urvashi – the Indian goddess of distraction (amongst other things)  has been asking when I’m going to write up about our first meetings, from the glade in the woods of Richmond Park to our ‘love shack’. I wasn’t sure she wanted to be mentioned in the blog, but have been put right on that.

I’ll be looking to correct this oversight in a little while – but first I’m off on holiday for a few weeks. Being on the other side of the world from my friends, or lionesses as Rebecca has begun to call them, is going to be a new experience for me. I’ll miss them, but it’ll be good for me to focus on the moment, my lovely family and relaxing.