1 comments/ 21700 views/ 1 favorites Weekend Trip: Jack's Story Ch. 01 By: yeomanjack The London train was almost packed to capacity as it pulled out of Folkestone station. I had just managed to catch it having arrived just a few minutes earlier by hovercraft from Boulogne in northern France. At that time I was working in Paris having been seconded to my company's office there as an accounting supervisor and was about to enjoy my first weekend off since my arrival just over three months earlier. My timing was not the best, as the French air traffic controllers had gone on strike just two days before, but I was going to my favorite cousin's wedding that Saturday, so I was determined to make it there somehow. I had discovered that the Channel crossing took only thirty-five minutes by hovercraft and with the right train connections the total journey from Paris to London, city centre to city centre, would only take a few minutes longer than flying. I had already decided that I would overnight in London before taking a morning train to Southampton, arriving well in time for the wedding which was scheduled for two o'clock the following afternoon. My overnight stay was facilitated by the use of the company's apartment which was luckily vacant that weekend and to which I had the key in my hot little hand, figuratively speaking. My plans had been somewhat derailed, so to speak, by the fact that the train from Paris to Boulogne had been delayed because of track maintenance and I had just missed my scheduled departure by hovercraft. I had to wait almost an hour for the next one, so I had arrived in Folkestone just seven minutes before the 7.59 to Charing Cross would leave. I would have hated to have missed it as that would have meant a further hour's wait, so I hurried through the green channel at Customs, praying I wouldn't be challenged, and indeed I managed to escape without further scrutiny, perhaps because I was traveling with only an overnight bag. I scooted on to the train and started looking for a place to sit. It took me ten minutes of wandering through the corridors before I found a compartment with a vacant seat. I threw my bag on the luggage rack and plopped down into the seat, somewhat breathlessly. It was then that I noticed her. She was sitting in the seat opposite to me and I was so anxious to find a seat that I had only seen the men in suits occupying the other seats in the compartment. Now, while I am no ladies man, I definitely have a healthy interest in the fairer sex, and know a pretty girl when I see one, and I knew I was looking at one right in front of my eyes. Actually that's an understatement, akin to calling the Atlantic Ocean a pond, for this one was stunningly beautiful! She was absorbed in a paperback, which I recognized as being written by one of my favorite authors, and I waited for an opportunity to strike up a conversation with her, even though conversation was not one of my strong points, which goes a long way towards explaining why, at thirty-five I was still unmarried and unattached. There were two things holding me back from talking to her, the first being that there was no conversation going on at all in the compartment with all the other occupants apparently reading their newspapers or in a couple of cases nodding off to sleep. The second reason was that the lady concerned did seem to be fully occupied reading her book. I decided to read the paper I had picked up to pass the time while waiting for the hovercraft. Normally when traveling over land, whether by rail or by bus, I like to look at the passing scenery, but by now it was nearly dark and I wasn't able to see much out of the carriage windows. I should have said I decided to pretend to read the paper, for by that means I was able to surreptitiously study the lady passenger more closely without appearing to be ogling her, which of course was exactly what I was doing. At one stage, the train shuddered and she looked up from her book to see me looking at her. We made brief eye contact, which if I had been more experienced at picking up women would have been a sufficient opening to take. I blushed a little with the embarrassment of being discovered peeking at her and I thought I detected a brief smile pass over her lips before she quickly resumed reading her book. The light in the carriage wasn't the best but it did enable me to see that my first impression of her was correct. I guessed that she was about thirty, maybe a little less and her face was beautiful, flawless from my vantage point, with just a hint of eye shadow and rouge and bright red lipstick applied sparingly. Her auburn hair framed her face beautifully, falling just short of shoulder length. She wore a navy blue dress, with a high neckline and the hem just past her knees. She had crossed her legs, which were slender and shapely and I saw that the matching shoes had stiletto heels. I wasn't able to see much of her upper body, but as far as I could see she seemed to have nicely shaped breasts. We were on the evening express, traveling non-stop to London and it seemed the ninety minute journey was really much shorter than that. The time passed so quickly and the train pulled into Charing Cross station at exactly 9.30 without any opportunity to engage the mysterious beauty in any conversation whatsoever. She was traveling even lighter than I was and she rose to leave carrying what seemed to be just a vanity case. I opened the sliding door for her and she shot a brief smile at me, murmuring her thanks as she stepped out of the compartment into the corridor. She slipped out of sight before I was able to retrieve my bag from the rack and I chalked it up as a lost opportunity, for I felt sure I would never see her again. Imagine my surprise, then, when I felt a tug on my sleeve as I walked towards the exit and heard a feminine voice saying, "Excuse me, can I ask you something?" I turned and saw her standing there. For a moment I was dumbstruck, but managed to gather my thoughts enough to answer, "Of course. What is it?" "Look, I'm sorry to bother you, but I need a drink, and I hate to drink alone. Would you be kind enough to have a drink with me?" What could I say? This was the best opportunity I would ever get, and I was in no hurry to get to an empty apartment. "Of course," I said, "I'd be delighted. I think I could use a drink myself." I offered her my free arm and we walked together the short distance to the station bar, which fortunately was still open and even more fortunately was sparsely populated. We found a table close to the door and almost immediately a waiter was hovering to take our order. "So what would you like?" I asked. "Oh, a large gin and tonic, please, with lemon." "OK, and I'll have a calvados, please," I said, ordering my current favorite, which I had acquired a taste for since my arrival in Paris. The waiter hurried away and I turned back to look at my lovely companion. "So, if I may ask, what brings you to London and why were you in such desperate need of a drink? Oh, by the way, I'm Jack," I said, holding out my hand. She took my hand in a surprisingly firm grip, and held it for a few moments longer than seemed necessary, "I'm Janis," she replied, "and to answer your question, I'm in deep trouble!" "Oh? What kind of trouble?" I asked, my stomach sinking at her words. "I'm engaged to be married in six weeks, and I'm in love!" "That doesn't sound like trouble to me, unless you have an aversion to marriage." "Oh, it's trouble all right," she said, pausing while the waiter brought our drinks with the bill. She lifted her glass to me and I returned the gesture, while she took a long swallow from her glass. "Cheers!" I said. "You were saying?" "Quite simply put, it's real trouble because the man I'm in love with is not the same man I'm supposed to marry!" "Ah, now I understand," I said sympathetically. "So how did that happen?" I asked. "Well, I've been working for a pharmaceutical company in Paris for the last six weeks, and about three weeks ago I met this guy at a reception. We got to talking and it was obvious that he was as attracted to me as I was to him. We started dating and last weekend we realized that we were in love." "So have you......" I started to ask. "No, no, we haven't made love yet, but it's been tough I can tell you. I told Jacques, that's his name, that I was engaged and wanted to break it off before he and I went any further, and he respected that. So that's why I'm here - I'm on my way to see my fiancée to tell him I really cannot marry him." "So you don't love him, then?" "That's another problem," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I thought I did once but before I left we had been having some terrible rows and that's really why I took this job, which was only supposed to be temporary. Now, I'm seriously considering whether to apply for a permanent position so I can be with Jacques." As we were chatting I was really scoping her out and although her dress was very conservative it couldn't hide the fact that she had a really nice perky pair of boobs inside it. I was really attracted to her, but judging from the conversation we were having it didn't seem as if I had much of a chance with her. I decided that if I was going to have any chance at all I needed to try to stay with her as long as I could. I tested the waters by asking, "So what do you plan to do next? When are you going to see your fiancée?" She finished off her drink and said, "Well, I was going there tonight, but since I couldn't fly into Heathrow, and then missed my connection, I'll spend the night at a hotel and go on to Reading tomorrow." I thought I saw a slight opening for me, so I took my courage in both hands and ventured, "There's a spare bedroom in the apartment where I'm staying tonight. If you want to you'd be more than welcome to stay there." She brightened considerably at my suggestion. "That's very kind of you, Jack. If you're sure it's no trouble....." "No trouble at all, Janis. At least I can save you the bother of checking in and checking out of the hotel." "OK, then. Thanks a lot!" "You're welcome. Look, I don't know about you but I haven't had anything to eat since lunchtime and I'm famished!" I omitted the fact that I had also become quite horny since we'd started talking, accelerated by the thought of having her spend the night in the same apartment! My cock was twitching with excitement, but I tried to calm it down by telling myself that it was a long shot. "Actually I'm starving. I'd like to repay your kindness by treating you to dinner, OK?" "We'll talk about that later. Do you like Indian food?" "I think so. Why?" "Not very far from the apartment there's a little place where the Tandoori Chicken is to die for. Want to try it?" "OK, that sounds good. Want to go now?" "Sure, let's get a cab." I paid the bill and after saying our goodnights left the bar to go to the taxi rank. There were two or three cabs waiting there so we got in the first one and I gave the address of the restaurant. We didn't talk too much during the ten minute drive over there, but Janis did take my hand and say, "Jack, thank you for being here for me and my neurotic self. I really appreciate your company tonight." Perhaps I was crazy but somehow as she said that I felt that her eyes were telling me that I might expect sweeter things later. I was so glad of the opportunity to spend more time with her, even though her current entanglements might mean that any dalliance between us was unlikely. Well, stranger things have happened! When we arrived at the restaurant, it was crammed full of people. I had forgotten it was Friday when Londoners tend to stay out on the town later and there were no tables available right away. However, that meant that we had to remain in the waiting area and because that area was also pretty full Janis and I were sitting much closer together than before. She was looking me straight in the eye as we talked and I began to think that I had a better chance with her than I had originally thought. Her perfume, although understated, began to have its effect on me and I was becoming quite enamored with her and the way she was opening up to me. Eventually our turn came and we were escorted to a small table at the far side of the room. This row of tables were arranged so that the seating on the side nearest to the wall was actually an upholstered bench running the entire length of the wall, with regular chairs on the opposite side. At first Janis sat on the bench and I took the chair on the opposite side, but since it was actually a table for four and we were having difficulty hearing what the other was saying I decided to move over to sit next to her instead. As I took my seat Janis smiled at me and said, "That's better! Now we can talk without shouting at each other." She put emphasis on her statement by patting me on my leg, and her touch felt like a jolt of electricity going through me. I don't know if it was her touch or simply because I hadn't had real contact with a woman for several months, but the effect was immediate as my cock became instantly hard. I was about to respond to her comment when the waiter appeared to take our order and the distraction of talking to him provided some relaxation for my engorged tool. We decided to order two entrees and then share them and I chose a bottle of French Sancerre which went well with our choice. We didn't have to wait very long before the waiter returned with the wine and after she tasted it Janis complimented my on my choice. Our dinner was very enjoyable but we had soon consumed all of the wine so I ordered another bottle. As dinner progressed I became increasingly aware of Janis' thigh close up to mine and all through dinner I had a raging erection throbbing in my pants. The one moment I vividly remember during dinner was when my napkin slipped from my lap on to the floor and as I bent down to retrieve it I felt Janis' hand brush across the front of my pants coming into direct contact with my throbbing cock. It happened so casually that it may have been accidental, but I couldn't be certain. We finished our meal and decided to skip dessert, content to have a final glass of wine each as we polished off the second bottle. The waiter brought the bill to me, but as I was pulling out my wallet to extract my credit card, Janis said, "No, please, dinner's on me!" I told her I wouldn't hear of it, going on to say, "I've never had a woman pay for me, so I'm certainly not going to start now!" She murmured, "You're very kind. How can I ever repay you?" Jokingly I replied, "Well, I guess we'll think of something!" Much to my surprise, she blushed and cast her eyes down. I thought I might have embarrassed her, so I hurriedly said, "No, no, don't be embarrassed, I was only joking. There's no need to repay me. To have the pleasure of your company is reward enough." She looked me in the eye and said with a faint smile on her lips, "Now you're really embarrassing me!" "Well, it's the truth. When I first set eyes on you, I'd have never dreamed that we'd be having dinner together!" "Well, we have and I've enjoyed every minute of it!" "Perhaps we should do it again sometime. Perhaps when we return to Paris? Oh, but I forgot you have a boy friend there, so there's not much chance of that, is there?" "Maybe, we'll see, eh?" "Well, I hope so!" I said, as my heart sang, thinking, 'I think she really likes me!' At that point the waiter brought the credit card slip back for me to sign, so after that was done, I said, "Well, it looks like they're getting ready to close. I can't believe it's already after twelve. Let's see if we can get a cab back to my place, OK?" "OK, I'm feeling quite sleepy after the wine." I asked the cashier, a gloomy looking elderly Indian lady, probably the owner's mother, to call for a cab. She tried a couple of times but she said that there was no answer as they usually closed around this time of night. She suggested that we'd probably be able to hail a passing cab with no problem, so we went outside. It was a warm evening so I suggested we start walking in the direction of the apartment until we could get a cab. We set off and a couple of cabs passed us but they were occupied. With Janis' high heels we had to walk slowly and she put her arm around my waist and I reciprocated by putting my right arm around her while I carried my bag in my left hand. It felt really good as she held me quite tightly and I was tempted to stop and kiss her, but something held me back. We got to the end of the block and then crossed the street when the traffic light was in our favor, still looking for a cab but to no avail and I told her it was only two more blocks down to the street where the apartment was located. We continued walking and were about halfway down the street when suddenly Janis stumbled, breaking the heel of her right shoe. Fortunately, because we had our arms around each other, she didn't fall or even twist her ankle, but when I looked at her shoe it was obvious we had a problem: she was not going to be able to walk with one shoe missing a heel while the other was still intact. I looked around still hoping a cab would come by, but still no luck there. I was just considering what to do, when she grinned at me and said, "Well, I'll just have to take the other one off and walk barefoot." "Really, are you serious?" "Yes, of course. It's not too far, is it?" "No, it's not too much further. But what about your stockings? They're going to be ruined." "I'll just take them off, too. I hate pantyhose anyway." "Here?" "Of course." She indicated a nearby shop doorway. "If you'll stand guard, I'll just duck in here and they'll be off in a jiffy." "OK, then, if you're sure." For some reason I started to get aroused again as she slipped into the doorway and hiked up her dress. While looking up and down the street for any passers-by I managed to sneak a peek while she still had her skirt up and was rewarded with a good view of her lovely legs and even a glimpse of the swell of her ass cheeks. She looked so sexy as she quickly stripped her hose down past her knees then came over to me so she could lean on me to steady herself while she completed the removal of her hosiery. By this time my cock was fully erect and was hoping that it wasn't too obvious in the dim light from the street lights. That may have been the case, but as luck would have it, Janis again accidentally, or seemingly so, brushed the front of my pants and felt the bulge lurking inside them. She looked up quickly with a smirk, asking, "Oh, dear, did I cause that?" I was a little embarrassed that she had found out, so I simply nodded with a sheepish grin. While I was embarrassed I was also relieved that she now knew the effect she was having on me. She tucked her hose into her vanity case, where she had already put her shoes, then tucked her arm back around my waist. She looked up at me since now barefoot, she seemed four inches shorter, and said, "Shall we go?" Without her high heels we were able to walk faster than before, even though we had to be careful where we were treading because she was barefoot, and within ten minutes we had walked the remaining distance to the apartment block. We had continued to walk with our arms around each others' waists and I was feeling more and more confident that there was a good chance we would end up in bed together. My erection subsided only a little and I could feel dampness in my under shorts where the pre-cum had started to leak from the tip of my cock. We took the elevator to the fourth floor and I quickly found that the company apartment no 4A was at the end of the corridor, occupying the north-western corner of the building. I deduced from the number and position of the doors that each apartment was located on a corner and when we entered I immediately saw that the roomy lounge, doubling as a dining room, had a window on each wall. The kitchen acted as a barrier between the bedrooms and the lounge and the bedrooms were side by side, each having its own bathroom. I showed Janis into the first bedroom, keeping my word that she could have her own room, while still hoping that we would only need to use one bedroom. Weekend Trip: Jack's Story Ch. 01 "Very nice!" she said. I asked if she would like a drink before going to bed, but my heart sank when she said, "Oh, no thanks. I'm quite sleepy now, so if you don't mind I'll just catch a shower and then hit the hay." "Of course," I said, somewhat disappointed. "There are fresh towels in the bathroom and you'll find a bathrobe hanging up behind the door." "Oh, thanks, Jack, you've been so kind." "You're welcome, Janis," I replied, preparing to make my exit. "Oh, one more favor, Jack," she said hesitatingly. "Sure, what is it?" "Could you unzip my dress for me?" This really took me by surprise and my dick instantly sprang back into full erection at the very thought of even partially undressing this gorgeous woman. I stammered, "Y-yes, of course, Janis." She flashed another of her brilliant smiles at me over her shoulder, then turned her back to me, at the same time holding her hair up to allow me to see the zipper at the back of her neck. I nervously fumbled with the fastener for a few seconds and was then able to start it on its downward journey. I slowly pulled it down, wanting to prolong the process as much as possible, teasing myself and hopefully her as well. As I pulled the zipper down the dress started to slowly peel away, exposing her smooth white skin. When I had exposed half way down her back, the white satin strap of her bra came into view and I could see that there was no clasp there, so I deduced that the clasp was at the front between the cups. This immediately ruled out the next ploy that had entered my mind, which was to offer to unclasp her bra as well! I continued to slowly pull the zipper down until I could see the elastic waistband of her matching white satin panties, and by this time I was having great difficulty in controlling my desire to pull her close to me so that she could feel the hard on that was trying to burst through the front of my pants. Standing so close to her as I exposed more and more of her bare skin, while at the same time inhaling the heady fragrance of her perfume was driving me crazy with desire. As I finally reached the end of the trail, I noticed that she had been holding the sides of her dress to prevent it from falling off. I couldn't resist the impulse to plant a kiss on the nape of her neck, while whispering, "You are so beautiful!" and then stepped back, saying, "Is there anything else I can do for you, Janis?" She turned around to face me with a serious expression on her face and then said gently, "Jack, you've been so kind to me I wish there was something I could do for you in return. I hope you understand that because of the predicament I'm in, I can't do anything to further complicate it. So, even though I can see that you badly want to sleep with me, that is something I really can't do. All I can do is this..." and at that point she leaned forward and gave me a chaste kiss on my lips, "...and wish you good night and sweet dreams." With that she turned and ran into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. I just stood there for a while, stunned and very disappointed, and then I took myself and my very hard cock into the other bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I quickly stripped off my clothes, noting that my shorts were soaked with pre-cum and then lay down on the covers. I grabbed hold of my one-eyed monster, telling him, "Well, buddy boy, once again it's just you and me!" As if to answer he twitched violently and I started stroking the shaft, slowly at first, then speeding up as I needed to feel the release of my pent-up desire for Janis. I closed my eyes and imagined her on top of me, riding me, moaning with desire and I started moaning too. Within seconds I felt the cum leaving my balls, rushing up my shaft like an express train and I was taken by surprise as the hot load emerged to feel it hotly splashing on my face and then down my chest and my belly. I lay there for a while trying to recover my breath, amazed at the intensity of my orgasm. After I gathered myself I got up to take a shower and then went back to bed, falling asleep almost as soon as I was under the covers. I awoke some time later with a raging thirst, probably an after affect of the alcohol I had consumed the previous evening. I got up to get a drink from the kitchen, only then realizing that I was still completely naked. I noted that the bedside clock said 2.30 am, although I didn't really know if that was the correct time. I padded out to the kitchen, unconcerned by my own nudity, thinking that Janis was fast asleep by now. I opened the fridge to take out a bottle of Perrier water, when I heard a creaking sound behind me. I turned swiftly and was shocked to see Janis emerging from her room. The light coming through her bedroom window was sufficient for me to see that she was clad in a bathrobe. I still had the fridge door open, so the light streaming from it into the otherwise dark kitchen fully exposed my naked state. As if that wasn't enough, the sight of her appearing suddenly like that caused my cock to spring to attention once more, so that it was highlighted by the brilliant backdrop of light. "Hello, Jack," she whispered as she came closer. "Couldn't sleep, huh?" I could hardly speak, but managed to stutter, "N-n-no, not really." "Me, neither," she said. "I thought I was tired but I haven't slept a wink. Too many thoughts going through my mind, I guess." By this time she had moved next to me and then she looked rather pointedly at my erection waving in the air. "Oh, my," she whispered hoarsely, "what is that you're pointing at me?" I tried to turn away in embarrassment at having been discovered completely naked and fully erect in the presence of this beautiful woman, who had made it so clear that having sex with her was not an option. "No, don't go, Jack," she urged, while reaching up with one hand to hold my shoulder to stop me. She inclined her head up to kiss me, and as our mouths met her tongue snaked out and her other hand gently took hold of my throbbing dick and started slowly rubbing it. A soft moan escaped from my throat as her hand worked my cock, and as she broke off our kiss I was shocked to hear her next words. "You really did want to fuck me, didn't you, Jack?" she whispered in my ear. I was shocked because that was the kind of language I never expected to hear from a woman who had seemed so genteel, so refined that I wouldn't have believed even knew such words. I hesitated before answering, almost afraid of further rejection, but I did reply, "Oh, yes, Janis, I have to admit I did! Janis, you are so beautiful, so sexy, and so desirable!" "So, Jack, if you had the chance what would you do?" All this time she had continued to gently massage my shaft and I was already nearing the point of no return. "Janis, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna come right in your hand!" "And that's not a good thing?" "It'll feel real good to me, but then I won't be able to do what I really want!" "Which is?" she said, stopping her up and down motion and instead using her thumb to massage the tip of my cock head. I reached down with one hand to cup a cheek of her ass on the outside of her robe, and replied, "Just what I've wanted to do since we sat down to dinner. I want to make love to you!" She took her hand off my raging erection. "Oh, Jack, I'm so flattered, but you know that would really complicate things!" "I know, Janis, I know." "But there is one thing you can do for me if you want." My interest was piqued by this comment, and I said eagerly, "What is it?" "Come and lie down with me and hold me until I fall asleep." "I'd be glad to. You trust me enough to do that?" "Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't even suggest it. Ready?" she answered, holding out her hand to me. I gladly took her hand in mine and she led me back to her room. I flipped on the light and saw that the sheets on the bed were badly rumpled, a sign that Janis had indeed been restless. I closed the door behind us and helped her straighten out the sheets. She turned on the bedside lamp and I switched off the main light. I watched from the other side of the bed as Janis, her back towards me, slipped off her robe to reveal her naked form and a perfectly shaped ass. She quickly turned off the lamp and lay down, saying, "Come, Jack, lie down and hold me." I have to say that the fleeting glimpse I had of her nude body had done nothing to reduce the hardness in my cock, so I lay down behind her in the spoon position and gingerly moved closer to her as she lay with her back to me. I was trying not to let her feel how hard I still was, but she persisted. "Come on, put your arms around me," she pleaded. I did as she asked and as I was trying to find the best position for my hands, she solved that problem by placing my hands right on to her soft breasts. The closeness of our bodies meant that my fully erect dick was now nestled comfortably between her ass cheeks, so I was sure that she would be able to feel it, despite the generous proportion of her buns. "Oh, Jack, that feels good," she sighed, although I wasn't sure exactly what she was referring to, the feeling of my arms around her or the way my hard length was nestling by her rear end. "It really does," I agreed, as I snuggled down behind her. The real problem now was that my excitement at holding her wonderfully soft body, smelling her perfume and being so tantalizingly close to her was not only not reducing the hardness of my cock, but was in fact making it twitch with growing ardor. It seemed to have a mind of its own and, try as I might, I couldn't stop it from happening. Suddenly Janis whispered, "Jack, what are you doing?" "Doing?" I asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean that twitching movement by my bottom!" "I'm sorry, Janis, I can't help it!" I replied, extremely embarrassed at my condition. "It's beyond my control right now. Perhaps as we relax, it'll go down!" "OK, then." We snuggled together but somehow the longer I held her the more my erection persisted, until Janis finally reached up to turn on the lamp and then turned towards me to say, "Jack, this isn't working like this! I can see that I need to do something about this fella before we can sleep," indicating my purple-headed prick, which was as hard as ever. This was partly due to my proximity to her and partly due to my first glimpse of her ample tits. "OK, if you're sure," I said. "It's OK with me, Jack," she replied, taking hold of my rod with her right hand. She pumped it a couple of strokes and then reached in to squeeze my balls with the other. She looked more closely at my seven inch length and said, "It's really quite beautiful, isn't it?" "Thanks, I'm glad you think so," I replied. What she was doing to me felt so good that I cried out, "Oh god, you're going to make me come!" "Well," she said softly, "that's the whole idea." She held my throbbing prick with her right hand, tight against the base and a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Janis squatted down until her face was even with my dick. She looked up into my eyes and slowly slid out her tongue. Ever so softly, she licked the drop from my tip. "Mmm," she murmured, "Yummy!" She smiled, and then engulfed me in her hot mouth. She moved her head forward until her lips brushed my pubic hair. I could feel her tongue swirling around my cock as she pumped her head back and forth, fucking me with her mouth. Her hands grabbed my ass, her nails digging into the flesh. I reached my hands back to the bed-head behind me, jutting my hips forward. The wet sounds of her sucking mouth filled my head and I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I cried out as it hit, spewing jet after jet of hot cum into Janis's mouth. I fell back on the bed, drained from the intense spasms, but she kept sucking me in and out, the sensation almost unbearable on my sensitive cockhead. Finally Janis let my softening prick fall from her lips and then she knelt up straight. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," she said. "It was fantastic, Janis," I said. "I've never felt like that before. You were something else, like you were vacuuming my entire stock of sperm out of me." I knelt up to take her in my arms and then kissed her tenderly on her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking my lips, and our mouths mashed together in a soft, wide-open kiss, and I could taste my own cum on her tongue. She ended up with her arms around my neck, while I was kneading her firm ass with both hands. She started squirming her hips as we kissed, indicating to me that she was as aroused as I had been. I gently laid her back on the bed and said, "Now it's your turn," and although she protested somewhat weakly, I observed, "After all, it's only relief, right? Nothing more, I promise!" and then bent down between her open legs. I started licking her thighs and worked my way up to her crotch. Her labia were swollen, red and very wet. I teasingly ran my tongue around her pussy, avoiding her clit and lips. She put her feet behind my shoulders and pulled me closer. I looked up at her face, seeing her eyes closed and lips parted, her tongue at the corner of her mouth. I turned my attention back to her pussy, gently blowing on her clit. I lightly closed my lips around it, and then sucked it into my mouth, as I heard Janis sigh. I flicked it back and forth with my tongue and I felt her tremble. I realized that she was almost on the brink now and although I really wanted to keep going as long as possible I also wanted her to feel the pleasure of release, so I plunged my tongue as deep into her as I could. As I sucked her pussy, her fingers ran through my hair, pulling my head tight against her. She cried out, "Oh, god, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" and her hips spasmed again and again as she reached her climax, her body tensing and relaxing as her orgasm swept through her. I kept working her clit with my lips, tongue and teeth until her spasms subsided. She was moaning, and still circling her hips when I pulled myself up beside her and gently kissed her. "Do you think you can sleep now?" I asked her. "Well," she said, with a mischievous smile, "probably, if you can manage to control that thing of yours!" looking pointedly at my cock which was starting to rise again. "I'll certainly try!" I exclaimed, and then said to my cock, "Down, boy, down!" as if it was a naughty puppy. We settled back down and Janice turned off the bedside lamp. We resumed the spoon position and I put my arms around her holding her more tightly to my body than before. It seemed as if our shared pleasure had created a bond between us and I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time. It seemed that Janis was relaxed too, for soon I heard her steady breathing, gently snoring as she slept peacefully. I was in complete darkness when a bright light starting shining directly at me, revealing that I was stark naked, with a huge hard cock jutting from my crotch. Suddenly I realized that the bright light was an oncoming train and although I tried to run, my feet wouldn't move and the train was approaching very fast. As it got closer, my feet still unable to move, it appeared that it was not a train at all, but a vacuum cleaner. Suddenly the hose reared up at me and fastened itself on to my hard cock, sucking, sucking, sucking........ Moaning, I awoke from my dream with a start to find Janis bobbing her head up and down on my rigid member. As she saw I was awake, she lifted up long enough to smile at me and say, "Good morning, Jack! I hope you don't mind, but I just couldn't resist this gorgeous thing of yours!" "Good morning, Janis!" I managed to say, sighing at the sheer pleasure she was giving me. "This is way better than an alarm clock!" She laughed softly and went on, "Jack, honey, I slept so good last night! That was the best night's sleep I've had in ages, and when I awoke the first thing I saw was this beauty looking straight at me, just begging for attention!" "You do that so well, Janis," I commented. "Thank you, sire," she replied, going back to work on my flagstaff. "You're welcome, milady!" was my response as she took it back into her waiting mouth, massaging it with both her mouth and tongue as well as one hand. The other hand was not idle either, as she cupped my balls with it and began stroking them. She continued to suck me, covering my cock with layers of saliva, as I just lay there enjoying the experience when she started to finger my ass. I could have exploded right then, but I refused to let go so easily, as I knew that would be the end of the fun. After another half minute or so she pulled off my throbbing cock and looked up at me. "Not ready to come yet?" she asked. I shook my head no, even though it would not have taken much more to take me over the edge. What happened next shocked the hell out of me! "Good!" she said, rising to her knees and then straddling me with her pussy poised over my throbbing prick. "W-what are you doing?" I asked, somewhat unnecessarily. "I'm doing what comes naturally, of course! Not to put too fine a point on it, I am just dying to get fucked by your magnificent dick! I'm sorry, I just can't resist any more!" She grabbed my prick, already slick with her saliva and stroked the tip a few times over her sopping wet slit, shivering a little as it touched her clit. Then she positioned the tip at the opening of her love tunnel and with one downward move impaled herself on my eager lance. It was such an exquisite sensation as her warm wet glove enveloped the centre of my universe. As she sank down on me, instinctively I thrust upwards to meet her. She put her hands on my shoulders to give herself more leverage, bringing her magnificent breasts closer to me. This was the first opportunity I'd had to have the pleasure of seeing them and to see how beautiful they really were. They were not especially large, but were wonderfully shaped with rose-colored nipples crowning somewhat swollen areolae. Her nipples were fully erect, just waiting for attention. I drew her closer to me and fastened my lips on her right nipple, swirling my tongue around it, bringing a moan from deep down inside her throat. I switched to the other nipple and she continued moaning. By this time we had established a nice slow rhythm as I plunged my throbbing member in and out of her pussy and I continued to stimulate her nipples, turning my head back and forth teasing each swollen nipple in turn. Feeling my climax was not far away and wanting to satisfy her before my own release, I decided to switch to a position where I could achieve better control over the action. I pulled her down so that she was lying flat against my chest and kissed her deeply, while at the same time I stopped thrusting inside her. Then in one swift movement I rolled her over on to her back so that I was now on top of her, my cock still deep inside her. I rose up slightly to look at her face and saw an expression which was a mixture of delight and lust. "Fuck me, Jack!" she implored. "Fuck me now! Fuck me hard! I want it so bad!" That was all I needed to hear, so I began pounding my cock hard and fast into her cunt, and she started to fuck me back. While this was going on, she moved a hand down to her slit and began massaging her clit. In a matter of seconds she started moaning, "Oh, god, Jack, I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard!" and her body started quivering with deep convulsions as she collapsed on me with sweat pouring off her, laying her head next to mine where I could smell the passion that continued to burn in her. Her pussy still felt hot as my cock was now motionless deep inside it. After a short while she noticed I was still hard as a rock and asked, still panting, "You still haven't come yet?" "I was waiting for you," I explained. I rolled off her and looked at her for a moment, perfectly relaxed. Sweat covered her body, glistening on her breasts, nipples rising and falling sensuously with each deep breath. Her legs were spread and relaxed, submissively waiting for me to do whatever I wished with her. I knelt in front of her and gently caressed her belly, just waiting for her to recover her breath. Gradually I moved my caresses lower and lower until they brushed against the almost invisible tuft of fine hair crowning her femininity. I slipped my hand down to gently touch her clit, soaked in love juice. I bowed my head down to it, to stroke it with my tongue to bring her back to a peak of pleasure once again. Astoundingly, within a short space of time, she groaned and arched her back, pushing her cunt hard into my face. Weekend Trip: Jack's Story Ch. 01 "Oh, yesss, oh yesss, that's it!" she moaned, as she convulsed, twisted, and screamed through her second orgasm. When she slumped back on to the bed, breathing heavily, I finally raised my head to look her in the eyes. She smiled again, but still unable to speak, she simply raised her legs, spreading them a little more, knowing what we both wanted. I took my cock into my hand and placed the tip at the gaping mouth of her dripping pussy and eased it inside her again. It felt even better this time as her sheath enveloped my throbbing prick, immediately soothing it with its copious juices. She gasped as I plunged it all the way in and then pulled all the way back, almost withdrawing completely. I pushed forward hard and fast again, and then slowly retreated again. I repeated this several times until I could no longer help but make each stroke gradually faster and faster, still feeling her inner membranes gripping me in a way I had never experienced before. The feeling was so sweet and soon I lost control of my movement as I fucked her, unconcerned by how long I could hold out, or what felt best to her. Now I was fucking her only to reach my own explosion in her willing pussy, and when that moment came, I groaned as I felt my prick pumping her full of seemingly endless amounts of my hot cum. I collapsed on her, shaking and convulsing, but then I felt her coming again, her rhythmic contractions sucking the last precious drops of cream out of my balls. Finally I rolled off her, lying by her side, both of us breathing heavily. After I regained my breath and my heart rate had returned to something more normal I realized somewhat sadly that Janis and I would not have much more time together. It was almost nine o'clock and we both had trains to catch. I had not even thought that far ahead, as I had intended to find out the departure times upon my arrival in London the previous evening, but had become completely distracted from the purpose of my trip by the vision of loveliness that now lay beside me. For a moment I was really tempted to ask her if she would stay with me for the weekend, but immediately realized that she had her own agenda and was herself in England that weekend for a particular purpose. I looked at her as she lay beside me and burned the way she looked into my memory, for I knew that whatever happened in the future I would never forget the few hours we had spent together. Not only had the sex we had enjoyed together been the most satisfying I had ever had, it had been a pure joy just to be with her, simply enjoying her company. It crossed my mind that I was falling in love with her, but dismissed that thought as just fantasy, as I remembered I had entertained the same thoughts about the few women I had previously bedded. It suddenly dawned on me that I needed to go out to get her shoes fixed so that she would be able to continue her journey, so I grabbed a quick shower before going back to the bedside to wake her. Wrapped in just a towel, I gently touched Janis and her eyes fluttered open. I was overjoyed when I saw her smile brilliantly at me and say, "Hello, baby, I missed you!" "Good morning, again, darling," I heard myself say, as if in a dream. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, you looked so peaceful, but I think we need to start getting ready to leave." "Oh, yes, that's right! You have a train to catch," she responded. "Well, you do too," I reminded her. "Oh, yes, don't remind me," she said wistfully. "I didn't mean to upset you." "Oh, no, you didn't. It's just that I'm not looking forward to the task ahead of me." "OK. Listen, I'm going to get dressed and then go out to the heel bar to get your shoes fixed. Hopefully it won't take too long, but it'll give you a chance to get ready, so we can leave as soon as I come back." "Thanks, Jack, you're so thoughtful. I don't know what I would have done without you last night. You're a knight in shining armor!" "Yes, with my lance ready to fight off all invaders!" I joked. Janis giggled at that crack. "Oh, yes, that too!" I laughed with her, and went back to my room to get dressed. Ten minutes later I was entering the heel bar around the corner, and I was relieved to find that there were no other customers yet. I was assured by the swarthy looking gentleman behind the counter that it would only take a few minutes to make the necessary repair, so I took the opportunity to use their phone to call British Rail to find out the times of our respective trains. Once the repair was completed I paid the bill and went back to the apartment. As I entered the apartment I was greeted with the delicious aroma of bacon, eggs and coffee and upon entering the kitchen found that Janis had prepared breakfast. "Just in time!" she exclaimed. "Breakfast is just about ready! How do you like your eggs?" Her attire was somewhat unconventional, for although she was wearing an apron, I saw that when she turned back to the stove, all she was wearing underneath the apron was her bra and panties! The combination of sight and smell was enough to arouse two entirely different appetites in me, and I wished that there was enough time to satisfy both! Unfortunately that was not the case and I couldn't let good food go uneaten, so breakfast was all we could enjoy. "Sunny side up," I replied. "What a wonderful surprise! I think we have just about enough time before we have to leave." I handed her the bag containing her repaired shoes. "There you are, milady! Almost as good as new!" She curtsied, saying, "Thank you, sire, I am forever in your debt!" "Let's just say we're even," I rejoined. "You have done equally nice things for me!" She giggled that endearing laugh of hers, "C'mon, let's eat." As we ate breakfast I told her the good news that our respective trains both left from Waterloo, and the timing was such that I would see her safely on her way to Reading before I caught my train to Southampton. I also told her that we were very near to Baker Street tube station, so we should be able to get to Waterloo more easily than by cab, even if we could get one. "Great!" she said. "I love the tube!" I resisted the impulse to ask her if she loved my tube as much, but I had to ask the next question. "Janis, I've really got to ask you something," I started. She looked at me rather quizzically, one eyebrow raised. "Sure, what is it?" "I'm dying to know what caused you to change your mind." "About what?" "Last night you made it extremely clear that you had no intention of letting me make love to you, and I respected that position, even though I was hoping all evening that we'd sleep together. Somehow during the night things changed radically and I awoke to find you sucking the hell out of my cock, and the next thing I knew you had impaled yourself on it and was fucking my brains out! What happened?" She smiled at me and said, "Jack, darling, I really can't tell you why. Let's just say my inner feelings won over what my head was telling me. You're not sorry, are you?" "Oh, no, absolutely not! It's the best thing that's ever happened to me, even if I never see you again!" "Oh, Jack, I hope we do meet again! You are the sweetest guy I've ever known!" By this time, we had finished our breakfast and as I got up to clear away the dishes, I glanced at the kitchen clock and saw that we needed to leave very soon. I told Janis not to worry about tidying up, as I would be coming back to spend the night here the following night before returning to Paris on Monday. I went back to my room to repack my bag and by the time I'd completed that, Janis had finished dressing and we were ready to go. We walked to the tube station without incident and got to Waterloo with about ten minutes to spare. We held hands as we rode the tube and we were still holding hands when we got to the ticket office. I was feeling so envigorated by our morning fuck, but really quite sad that we had to part so soon. We walked to the ticket barrier and we kissed goodbye. I thought I saw a tear in her eye as she turned and walked towards her train. She turned and waved before boarding the train, and then disappeared from sight. Two minutes later the train pulled out of the station and it was only then that I realized that we had not exchanged addresses or phone numbers, and even though we would probably both return to Paris next week, there was very little possibility that I would be able to contact her. I gained a little consolation by telling myself that she had said she was in love with another man, so it was unlikely that she would want to see me again. It wasn't much consolation, however, as I really would have liked to see if our relationship could have led somewhere. I boarded my train and as it sped towards Southampton and my cousin's wedding, I tried to bring myself to accept the fact that I would never see Janis again. Or would I...........? TO BE CONTINUED But before you move on to Part 2, read all about Janis's version of this story in "Weekend Trip – Janis's Story Part 1" Weekend Trip: Jack's Story Ch. 02 We held hands as we rode the tube and we were still holding hands when we got to the ticket office. I was feeling so invigorated by our morning fuck, but really quite sad that we had to part so soon. We walked to the ticket barrier and we kissed goodbye. I thought I saw a tear in her eye as she turned and walked towards her train. She turned and waved before boarding the train, and then disappeared from sight. Two minutes later the train pulled out of the station and it was only then that I realized that we had not exchanged addresses or phone numbers, and even though we would probably both return to Paris next week, there was very little possibility that I would be able to contact her. I gained a little consolation by telling myself that she had said she was in love with another man, so it was unlikely that she would want to see me again. It wasn't much consolation, however, as I really would have liked to see if our relationship could have led somewhere. I boarded my train and as it sped towards Southampton and my cousin's wedding, I tried to bring myself to accept the fact that I would never see Janis again. I tried to recall what Janis had told me about her job in Paris, looking for a possible way I might be able to track her down when I returned after the weekend. Of course there was no guarantee that she would even return, as there was always the possibility that her visit to break off her engagement might instead result in a reconciliation with her fiancé. From what Janis had told me, however, that didn't seem likely, so I decided I would try to find her as soon as I got back. Lost in these thoughts time passed quickly and before I knew it the train was slowing down to pull into Southampton Central. My uncle was waiting for me as arranged, as I had called him just before getting on the train, and soon we were on the way to my hotel. With so many family members visiting from out of town, there wasn't enough room for me to stay at their house as I normally did, so my uncle had booked a room for me at the same hotel where the reception was being held. We didn't have much time before we were due at the church, just enough time for me to check in and change into my best suit. We arrived at the church at exactly the time the wedding was about to start, but I was glad to see that the wedding cars were not there yet. But only just, for as we walked inside I saw the white limos coming round the corner and I watched as they pulled up. I just caught a glimpse of the bride, my dear cousin Sue, as she was helped out of the car by her dad, before I hurried inside to take my place in one of the front pews. I could see the groom, Bill Donald, anxiously looking back for his blushing bride, as if he couldn't wait for the event to be over, and although I had not at this point in my life taken the plunge, as it were, I had a certain sympathy for his position for what he was about to do in front of five hundred guests was nothing to be taken lightly. I had known Bill for many years, as he and I went to the same school although he was a couple of years younger than I. That still made him ten or eleven years older than Sue, but I completely approved of the marriage as I considered him to be a really good guy and worthy of my cousin's hand in marriage. I thought the world of Sue, and had been like a big brother to her, although she did have enough of those herself, as she was the youngest of six children, but the only girl! It was as if her mom and dad wouldn't stop having children until at least one girl arrived, and I remember the celebration that broke out the day that she was born, with all kind of jokes about how they could stop sleeping together and stuff like that, a lot of which was beyond my understanding as a naïve thirteen year old. Bill and Sue had started dating about five years ago, but I had always warned him to take good care of her, or else he would have to answer to me. When pressed, he had always insisted that he had never taken any liberties with her, as she had always maintained that she wanted to wait until her wedding night before surrendering her virginity. As far as I knew that was still the case, which probably added to his anxiety at this moment as the big night was tonight! Sue's dad, always a bit of a joker, was always teasing Sue about never trusting anyone with two first names, but she took everything in a good spirit, and there had never been any reason to doubt Bill's integrity, and so the family had given their blessing to the marriage when they had announced their engagement almost a year ago. As these thoughts went through my head, the organ started playing "The Wedding March" and everyone in the church turned to watch the bride make her entrance on her beloved dad's arm. When I saw her close up, I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked in her white wedding dress, for although she had always been a pretty girl, she had a lot of tomboy in her, growing up with five brothers, and tended to wear jeans and t-shirt more than skirts and dresses. As she passed by and I turned back to face the front of the church, I suddenly made eye contact with a tall, dark-haired woman on the opposite side of the church, who I felt had been looking at me for some time. She was really quite attractive in a dark green dress and a little cream colored coat, and I estimated that she was probably forty or forty five, a little older than me, but quite sexy all the same. As I looked at her, she ran her tongue over her ruby red lips, and this gesture sent a shiver down my spine as I looked away, but making a mental note to find out who she was and why she was at my cousin's wedding. The service went off without a hitch and the rector obligingly kept his remarks very short, so that the ceremony was over in less than an hour. Nevertheless, I couldn't help from time to time glancing over at the mystery woman, and every time I did, she was looking straight at me. This apparently constant attention started to get to me, and despite the hot night (and morning) I had spent with Janis, as well as my best efforts to stop it, my cock started to get hard right there in the church. I had never regularly attended church, my appearances there normally limited to weddings and funerals, but I did have respect for what it stood for, and tried to show reverence as much as I could, and I didn't think getting a hard on in the middle of a service was at all reverent. I tried hard to think of something unsexy to try to get it to go down, but the harder I tried, the harder it got (it being my cock!) With the service drawing to a close, I realized I would soon have to be leaving the security of my pew and I was not at all sure about my ability to walk out of there with a flagpole in my pants! As part of the family I was supposed to walk behind the bridal party as they left the church, but I began to doubt if I could follow them with a raging hard on..... As I worried and wondered I again caught the eye of the stranger in the green dress, and got the distinct impression she was looking straight at the tent in the front of my pants! I thought I saw a shadow of a triumphant smile cross her lips and even from the other side of the church detected a twinkle in her eye. Who was she and why was she seemingly giving me the glad eye? The service came to a close and Mr. and Mrs. Bill Donald began their first walk together as man and wife, but happily when my turn came to leave, my erection had diminished enough for me to walk reasonably normally up the aisle to the exit. Once outside, the cool breeze and bright sunshine felt good, and I maneuvered my way into the waiting crowd of guests and well-wishers, watching the bride and groom receive their shower of confetti as they moved slowly through the crowd to the waiting limo, pausing every now and then for the photographers, both official and unofficial. Although the hotel was not far away, I gladly accepted the offer of a ride with Phil, Sue's eldest brother, and as he drove we chatted about how well it had gone, and he said he hoped the reception would go just as well. I asked him what he meant and he told me he had heard that wedding receptions were not this hotel's strong point and that some he knew of had been almost disastrous. I laughed and told him not to worry, and that the only thing we'd consider a disaster would be to run out of booze! He grinned and said he had that covered for that was his department and he was sure there'd be more than enough for everyone! He pulled into the parking lot and saw that Bill and his bride were just making their way into the main entrance of the hotel, so we decided to wait outside while they set up the reception line. Cars continued to enter the parking lot, and then suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the mystery woman getting out of a car on the opposite side of the lot. I touched Phil on the arm and asked him, "Hey, Phil, do you know who that woman in the green dress is?" Phil turned and looked at her and replied, "No, why do you ask? She's quite a looker, ain't she?" "She is that," I replied. "The reason I ask is that she was ogling me all through the service, and I just wondered why she was paying me so much attention!" Phil laughed and said, "Are you sure? Sounds like wishful thinking to me!" "No, no, I'm sure she was, but I don't know why!" "Well, what are you waiting for? Go over there and introduce yourself! Then you'll know for sure if she was really looking at you or the stained glass window behind you!" "Oh, no, I couldn't do that! I can't walk up to complete strangers and start talking to them!" "Really, Jack? Well, no wonder you're still single! You're waiting for Miss Right to walk up to you and ask you to marry her, eh?" I grimaced and replied, "Not exactly, but I'm not much of a conversationalist when it comes to beautiful women." "OK, OK," Phil said, "I'll do it for you then," and started walking over to the woman in the green dress, who was now standing by the car she had just exited with her back to us. I watched as Phil approached her and started talking to her, and then pointed back in my direction. She looked over at me and I saw her nod as Phil continued to talk to her, and then I saw her say something to him, nodded again and smiled as he headed back towards me as I stood there like a statue. "OK, Jack, mystery solved! She's actually an old college friend of Bill's mom, staying with her for a few weeks, and that's why she's at the wedding. She told me she noticed you from the time you walked in and wants to meet you!" "When?" I asked, dumbfounded. "Why not now?" he asked. "No, I don't think so. Maybe later." "Maybe? Maybe?" he snorted. "What's wrong with you Jack? I've set it up for you, the time is ripe and all you say is maybe? What more can you want? And by the way, if you think she looks great from here, she's even more spectacular close up!" "I think after a couple of drinks to steady my nerves, I'll be better," I said weakly. "Well, don't blow it, Jack. If I weren't a happily married man, I'd still be over there!" By this time, the guests were starting to filter from the parking lot into the building, so Phil and I started to follow them inside. We joined the reception line that was already out of the door of the ballroom, waiting patiently for our turn to congratulate the bride and groom, or as Phil put it, congratulate the groom and commiserate with the bride! Eventually we found our way to the happy couple and I greeted Sue with a big kiss on the cheek. "Jack!" she exclaimed, "I'm so happy you could make it!" "Now you know I wouldn't miss this for the world," I told her. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away!" "What about wild women?" she teased me. "Them too!" "Wonderful! I'll see you later, Jack, there's something I need to talk to you about." "Not the birds and bees, I hope?" I said, taking my turn to tease her. "Oh, you!" she laughed, playfully punching me on the arm. I moved on to shake Bill's hand, murmuring my congratulations, before turning to find an empty seat at the rapidly filling tables. I managed to find a couple of empty seats at a corner table, not far from the head table, and nodded hello to the other people at the table, introducing myself as Sue's cousin. I had just started eating my meal and was well into my second glass of champagne when I suddenly heard a feminine voice ask, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Startled, I turned to see who was asking and was even more startled when I found myself looking into the deep green eyes of my mystery lady in green! "Oh, n-no, it's free!" I responded wittily, still unable to believe that she had found me so easily in this roomful of people. "Then, may I?" "Of course!" I said, standing up to pull the chair back to make it easier for her to sit down and I also motioned to the waiter to bring her food and a glass of champagne. "Thank you so much!" she said, as she settled into her seat. As I resumed my seat, I held out my hand and said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jack, the bride's cousin, or at least, one of them." I added with a grin, "Her favorite one, of course! And you are?" "Oh, I'm an old college friend of Angela, the groom's mother. I'm staying with her for a few weeks, so that's why I'm here today. By the way, my name is Sandra, and I'm headed in the opposite direction to the happy couple!" "Er, excuse me?" I said, not understanding what she meant. "I'm sorry! I mean that while Sue and Bill are just starting life together, my husband and I have just separated and we're headed for the divorce court!" "Oh, now I understand what you mean," I said. "So what happened?" "Oh, it's a long story, Jack." "Well, unless you have somewhere else to go, we have all night!" She laughed at that. "That sounds promising, Jack!" I suddenly realized what I had said, and that she had certainly taken it the wrong way! I hurriedly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, Sandra!" while blushing with embarrassment. She laughed again. "I was only teasing! Oh, now I've embarrassed you, but I can't believe you're blushing. How quaint! I don't think I've ever made a man blush before! I'm sorry, Jack!" "Oh, it's OK, Sandra. So tell me your story. First, where are you from?" "I'm from Reading, do you know it?" "Not really, although I've been there to catch trains to the West Country when I've come in to Heathrow." When she mentioned Reading it reminded me about Janis and wondered if she had arrived safely. It was on the tip of my tongue to mention that I knew someone who was going there, but then I thought better of it, and my next question was, "And your husband is still there?" "That's right, with my son." "Oh, you have children?" Sandra laughed again, and I was getting intoxicated by her laughter. "Well, just one son, and he's twenty three!" "Twenty three! You don't look old enough to have a son that age!" She smiled at that remark. "Thank you kindly, Jack! Actually I was only seventeen when I got married for the first time. Seventeen, but five months pregnant! Actually the marriage didn't last too long, I think because we were just too young to handle it, and Steven was only four when we divorced. After that I struggled to bring him up by myself for a few years, but then I met Jim, my present husband. He was a lot older than I was, and he kept pressing me to marry him, and eventually I said I would, more for Steven's sake than mine, for Jim was very well off and I knew he would provide a good home for us. Actually he's been a good father to Steven and I don't really regret what I did, but in recent years as he was approaching retirement, his attitude towards me changed and it got to the point where he became unbearable to live with. I've been planning to leave for some months now, but finally last week I left, and I'm not going back!" "And your son? He's staying there?" "Well, for the time being, at least. He has a good job there and he gets on OK with Jim. Besides, he's getting married soon, so I guess he'll move out then." By this time we had all finished our meals, and Sandra and I were both on our third glass of champagne, and we paused to watch the bride and groom cut the cake. Sandra continued, "So what about you? You're not married?" "No, not yet." "Soon, then?" I chuckled at that remark, for I had never considered getting married a priority in my life. "Oh, no, not even close. I'm completely unattached and immediately available!" She smiled and remarked, "That's surprising!" I took the bait. "Why?" "You're such a good looking man, I'm really surprised." "Thanks for the compliment, Sandra!" I was really starting to feel comfortable with this beautiful woman at my side, for close up she really was beautiful, with her long raven hair, vivid green eyes and ruby red lips, and did I mention an enchanting laugh? It didn't end there, for although her dress was not at all low cut, while we were talking, I had been checking out her body and saw that beneath the dress that matched her eyes, her breasts were definitely of a generous size, just the kind that one would like to fondle all night! And I, for one, would definitely volunteer for that job! The music started and the bride and groom took to the small dance floor for their first dance together as man and wife to the strains of "The Tennessee Waltz". Applause broke out as their dance came to an end, and other guests started to venture out on to the dance floor. Sandra remarked, "I hope you'll ask me to dance, Jack?" "I'd be delighted, Sandra," I answered, "but not just yet. I'm feeling a little full right now." "All right, but don't let me down!" "Oh, no, I wouldn't do that!" The comfortable feeling I had being around her emboldened me to ask her what I had been dying to ask her all night. "Sandra, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, Jack, what is it?" she replied, her eyes narrowed to narrow slits. "I may be wrong, but I thought I saw you looking at me in church. Did you like what you saw?" "Oh yes, I saw you as you walked in and I couldn't take my eyes off you!" She touched me on my arm, and I felt something akin to electricity shoot through my body. "I'm sorry, but I thought you were gorgeous!" "But now you know I'm not, right?" "Au contraire! Much more than I thought!" "You're teasing me!" "Not at all, Jack. Talking to you has just confirmed my first impression. Actually I saw you looking back at me, too. Did you like what you saw?" Before I could answer, I was startled by feeling a hand on my shoulder, and turned to see Phil standing there. He said, "Jack, I'm sorry to drag you away from your beautiful friend, but Sue needs to talk to you for a minute." "OK, sure, Phil," I replied, and turned to Sandra to say, "I'll be right back, Sandra. Will you wait here for me and when I come back we'll have that dance, OK?" "Sure, Jack, I'll be here. Perhaps your friend here will keep me company while you're gone?" I looked at Phil ogling her and gave him a knowing glance. "Keep my seat warm, won't you, Phil?" I said. "Or do you have to go back to your wife?" I added pointedly. "No, I'm OK for a while," he answered with a grin, as he took my place at the table. I left them to it and went over to where Sue and Bill were standing next to a table near the door, chatting with the guests who were sitting there. "Hello, young lovers!" I greeted them and they turned to me, smiling broadly. "Ah, Jack, there you are!" Sue said, kissing me on the cheek. "I was just asking about you!" She turned to her husband and said, "I'll go up with Jack, love. See you in a bit!" Bill nodded, handed her a room key, and then turned back to finish talking with his friends.