Chapter 31

We fucked twice more; Marcia rode me, and then I fucked her from behind again. Then I refilled our wine glasses and we chatted until my cock got hard again and we fucked some more, she was a very adventurous lady, was Marica.

I woke up on Sunday morning and glanced at the clock. It was seven o’clock, and I wondered how I felt so fresh after three hours of sleep. We had fucked all night. My body felt sore, and it felt sweaty. Marcia was snoring her head off next to me.

The room stunk of sex. I could not remember all the positions we had tried out; I remember cumming over Marcia’s face. I remember that she got her dildo out and we had had a play with that. She had ridden me, and I had ridden her. It had been a fantastic night. Around four, Marcia had fallen asleep, and I was not far behind her.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up. Then I got in and let the water wash away the smell and sheen of last night’s fuck fest.

I must have stood under the water for a good half hour. I washed and swilled a few times, and washed my hair. I turned off the shower and dried off before wrapping a towel around my waist, and then I brushed my teeth.

When I got back into the bedroom, the bed was empty. I opened the window to let some fresh air in, and then I walked into the kitchen. Marcia was on the phone, the kettle was boiling, and two mugs with coffee powder in them stood on the kitchen table. I poured milk into the mugs and made the coffee.

I sat at the table. Macia finished her call and came over and kissed me.

“Sorry, I was making coffee when Padmavat rang!” she said and sat down.

“Padmavat?” I asked.

“Yes, she is the girl who owns the flat, she is an old uni mate,” Marcia said and smiled at me.

“You, okay?” I asked as I took a sip of my coffee.

“Yes, I was just thinking about last night,” she said and smiled again,” You were on fire, young man!”

“You were pretty hot yourself,” I said and sipped my coffee.

“So, what do you want to do today?” she asked.

“Well, I guess we should see the sights. I have been to Edinburgh twice and saw nothing but a hotel and the rugby ground,” I told her.

“That sounds like a plan,” Marcia said, “It’s been a while since I did the touristy things around Edinburgh.”

We kissed again.

“Right, I need a shower,” she said, dropping her robe and teasing me as she walked out of the kitchen. My eyes were glued to her big, sexy ass. I made another coffee and helped myself to some Rice Krispies. I was tempted to go and help Marcia dry off, but I knew if I did, we would not leave the flat for the rest of the day.

After I had eaten, I got dressed and used my Mobile to scope out some good places to visit.

Marcia took half an hour to get ready, and when she came into the kitchen, she looked stunning. Her trademark faded jeans showed off her big ass and strong thighs. Her blouse did little to hide the swell of her big, black tits. It was unbuttoned enough to show a nice bit of cleavage.

“Wow, you look amazing,” I told her, and she slipped her arms around me.

“And you look as handsome as ever,” she said and kissed me hard on the lips.

We ended up having a snog, and I was tempted to drag her back into the bedroom, but she must have sensed my need and pushed me away.

“Right, come on, you horny man”, she smiled,” or we won’t get to see the city.”

The sun was out, and it was a warm day. We walked down toward the castle. It was our first port of call. We spent a couple of hours at the castle. Visiting all of the military museums and the great hall.

After the castle, we took a bus down to Leith and visited the Royal Yacht Britannia. The ship had been our late queen’s yacht until it was retired, and now, we had a chance to look around it. It was good to see it; it was an authentic slice of history.

Then we went back to Edinburgh and stopped at a coffee shop on the Royal Mile. We had coffee and sandwiches. We chatted about the city; Marcia told me about the great authors who had called Edinburgh their home and about books set in the city.

As we left the coffee shop, one of the hop-on hop-off tourist buses was pulling into the bus stop.

“Do you fancy taking the bus tour?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, that sounds like fun,” Marcia said.

I paid the guy, and we went up to the open area, topped the upper deck, so we would get the best view. The trip around the city was great.

There was a tour guide on board, and she told us all about the sites. She told us tales of Edinburgh’s Old Town, where families lived in cramped conditions and rubbish was thrown out of the windows, and all about the elegant Georgian New Town.

She told us about the hangings that took place in the Grassmarket. Then the driver took us along the Royal Mile, which joins Edinburgh Castle to the Palace of Holyrood House. The entire tour lasted just over an hour and was excellent.

It was great to hear about and see places that made the city so famous. We got off at the same stop that we had gotten on at. There was a young lad handing out flyers for a ghost walk, and Marcia took one. She said she fancied it, and I so did. We had a couple of hours before the walk.

“I fancy beer, how about you? “I said.

“That sounds good to me.” She smiled, “I know just the place.”

She led me off to a bar called the Albanach. She pointed out a small lane next to the bar, which was called Flesh Market Close, and the name had been used in a book by one of the famous writers she had mentioned to me some time ago. I had read the book, and it was weird to be there.

We had a couple of beers and then walked up the Royal Mile to take a look at some of the touristy shops. There were plenty of tourists wandering around, and there were buskers, some playing bagpipes and some playing penny whistles. A guy was handing out flyers for some show, and he was dressed as Mel Gibson when he played William Wallace; he even had blue face paint.