1 comments/ 10240 views/ 6 favorites Heathrow Ch. 01 By: LillaBerndt Thanks so much to BGMISFUN for the editing assistance with this story. This is the first in a series; there will be more to come! * So, there she was. All alone in Heathrow Airport, having just come to London on what was now looking like a really foolish spontaneous decision. Well, now what? She wondered. She thought of all of the people back home who had told her this trip was a really bad idea. She could hear her mother's voice ringing in her ears... "What exactly are you going to do when you get there?" "I have no idea, Mom. That's kinda the point." "Well, this seems like a really childish way to spend the money you received. I'm more than a little surprised at your immaturity in this." Well, Mom, that's also the point, she thought as she looked around the airport. All her life, she had been the good girl. You know the type. All around goodie two shoes. She was always the dependable one, the one you could call in a pinch and she would drop what she was doing to do what someone else should be doing. She organized all of the family functions, played mediator when necessary, and smoothed everything over. She was on student council in high school, sang in the choir, and helped organize pep rallies. She had never married, which she knew pained her parents. Her mother never seemed to tire of reminding her of it, at any rate. She had dated of course, but the guys always seemed so ... pleasant. It didn't sound like a bad thing at first, but there was always this small seed of adventure in her. Something prevented her from "settling down," as it were. She did all the things she did because there was a very strong sense of obligation, but she couldn't quite bring herself to commit to a life with someone and put down roots. Still, it probably would have happened eventually, if only she hadn't been ... no. She wasn't going to dwell on it. What had happened had happened, and it had given her the means to come on this trip. She shook her head, trying to clear it. The entire purpose of this trip was to get away. She had just wanted to get away from the memories, from the responsibilities, from the person she was back at home. She wanted to be able to do things she had never done before, without looking over her shoulder to make sure there was no one standing there judging her behavior. If she had learned one thing growing up in the church community, it was that everything she did or said would inevitably make its way back to her folks. She just wanted to cuss every once in a while, you know? Well, maybe a little more than that, to be honest. And that was what this trip was all about. So, there she was. Alone, in a different country, acting in a way that was totally contrary to everything she had ever done. And she had no idea what to do next. Shit. "Hey. Are you lost? Can I help?" She turned around to see a pair of bright green eyes, staring quizzically at her face. Those eyes were framed by a pair of dark glasses on a slightly tanned face, and dirty blond hair that just brushed the top of the frames. She was taken aback for a moment, and then regained her senses. "No thanks. I'm fine," came automatically out of her mouth. He looked at her for a moment longer, and then said, "Okay, you just looked a little confused. Cheers, then." She struggled internally for a moment. She was definitely not fine. She had no idea where to go, no idea what part of London she should head to, and no idea where she was going to sleep that night. She may as well start relying on the kindness of strangers. "Wait! Wait a minute, please," she called out at his retreating back. He turned, smiling. A sort of smirk that made her think he knew she was going to call him back. It was also possible she was tired after a long flight and reading too much into this. "I'm really not fine. I just flew in on a bit of a spur of the moment thing, and I have no plans or reservations, and I know almost nothing about the city. Can you recommend a nice clean hotel that's not too expensive?" she asked him, growing more and more irritated with the smirk he was wearing. There was something behind the smug expression though, something that caught her interest. His eyes were kind. The type that you could really lose yourself in, ones that laughed all the time. Also, his body wasn't bad either if she were honest with herself. He was still smirking at her. "Well," he said, "I could, but if you're here on a bit of an adventure, I may have something better." His eyes were looking her up and down, but she didn't let that faze her. "Is it the backseat of your car? Because fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me." He looked at her for a moment and started to laugh. She smiled too, even though she was still more than a little nervous about what she had done in coming here. Humor had always been a bit of a defense mechanism for her. "I have a flat with a mate not far from here. It's not much, but it's clean and much cheaper than a hotel. I get a good feeling from you. You're welcome to stay with us, if you like." She gaped at him. "Are you serious? You're serious. Do you do this often? Hang around the airport trolling for lost looking women you can invite back to your flat? Does it ever work?" "That's a lot of judgment coming from someone who just hopped a flight to London without making any plans. Is that your usual way of doing things?" She felt a little self-conscious. "No, actually. I'm usually a very well organized, ducks-in-a-row kind of person. But coming here is supposed to be the beginning of me not always doing what I've done in the past." "Well, all the more reason to come to my place. I promise, you won't regret it." With that, he leaned in and kissed her. It was, for lack of a better word, perfect. Not too hard, but not too soft. She knew exactly what he wanted, and what she would be signing up for if she agreed to go to his place. Her heartbeat sped up drastically. She heard herself say, "Well, tonight is your lucky night, playboy. Lead the way." He looked at her for a moment in surprise, as if he really hadn't expected her to agree. She briefly considered taking back what she had just said and walking away, but he recovered quickly. His face broke out in a wide smile as he held out his hand and said, "Name's Tom." "Jenna. Jenna Rowle." ++++++++++++++++++++ Oh my God, she thought to herself. She couldn't believe what she had done. How had this happened? Jenna looked over at the man lying next to her in the bed. His bed. The bed they had shared last night. He was propped up on one elbow, using those green eyes of his to see directly into her soul. "So, that was ... awesome." He moved slightly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She felt a jolt of something. She had felt it every time he had touched her since he had kissed her the night before. She was starting to become familiar with the feeling, just as she was beginning to be able to identify it. Attraction. Pure, physical wanting. She was sure she had never really felt that kind of blatant lust with anyone before. She recovered from the fluttering in her stomach and smiled down at Tom. "Yes, yes, it was. I have to admit being taken a little by surprise; I had mostly expected you to be a serial killer when I agreed to come back here with you." She was still taking in his appearance, as she really hadn't much time to do so last night. "Well, truth be told, I am a serial killer. I've just put off killing you until I've had my way with you." "Isn't that what you just did? Do I need to sleep with one eye open tonight?" He grinned. "Oh, I don't think you'll be doing much sleeping tonight either." He had a great smile. He had the kind of smile that changed his whole face when it broke out, like the sun came out from behind the clouds. Disarming, really. She very highly doubted she was the first woman to be asked to his flat from the airport. She suspected she had been right in her accusation the previous evening. So what had happened? She had taken her luggage out to his car, and he had driven her to his flat. It really was not too far from Heathrow, so it hadn't been a long drive. It had mostly been spent in silence anyway. Jenna was still shocked by what she had done, and Tom seemed content to leave Jenna to her thoughts. She had seen him spending a good deal of his time looking at her, though. She didn't mind that. To be honest, she enjoyed the attention. She had worked hard for it, after all. One hundred pounds lost in one year. It was amazing the difference it had wrought, both physically and mentally. She walked with her head a little higher, her shoulders thrown back a bit more, and she really liked showing off her boobs. Almost all of her clothes now were cut to emphasize her rather impressive bust line, something else she wouldn't have done a couple of years ago. Jenna got out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Tall, light blonde hair (out of a bottle, but God had clearly made a mistake when He gave her the mousy brown hair she covered up), and a fair few freckles. She wasn't what anyone would call thin, but being as tall as she was meant you were never going to weigh ninety-eight pounds. She had very pale skin, but she had long come to terms with the fact that she was never going to have that lovely bronze glow that all of her friends seemed to be able to achieve effortlessly. Jenna was just checking out her ass, which she felt looked better than when she had graduated high school 15 years ago when Tom's voice interrupted. "So, is this how you start off every morning?" he asked, that irritating smirk playing around the corners of his mouth. "Pretty much, actually. I lost quite a bit of weight recently, I'm still getting used to the new me in the mirror," Jenna said. "How much weight did you lose, if you don't mind me asking?" "I don't mind, I worked hard to lose it! I lost just over one hundred pounds." Tom blinked a couple of times. "Wow, that's like ... over seven stone! That's really impressive!" Jenna felt herself blush a bit. "Thanks." Tom was still looking her body over, so she did the same to him. She could see his tanned skin, and hated him a little. She thought when he stood up they would be almost even in height, Tom having the slight edge. This had always been a problem for her, finding guys that were taller. She didn't mind though. As long as they weren't chest height she didn't really care. He had the build of a tennis player, long and lean. He definitely took good care of himself, as Jenna had found out for herself. He had, shall we say, impressive stamina. It still blew her mind a little to think she had slept with this man without really even getting a good look at him. She had no idea what his last name was, for God's sake! And she was the one who had started it. What had she been thinking? When they had walked into Tom's flat the previous night, Jenna had dropped her stuff and looked around. "I thought you said you had a flat mate?" "Yeah. I'm not really sure where he's taken off to, but I'm sure he'll come back at the most inappropriate moment possible," said Tom. "Don't you guys have some sort of sock on the door system?" Tom had looked confused, so Jenna explained the system of putting a sock on the door when the person inside is getting lucky. Tom thought it was a brilliant idea and promised to discuss it with his flatmate at the next opportunity. "Well, I usually leave a note that says 'I'm shagging someone, and she said no to the threesome. Sod off.' That usually does the trick, but he really does want that threesome so it doesn't always work." Jenna snorted. "Men. What is it with you and threesomes? Of course, I generally assumed they were more into the two girls and a guy scenario ..." "I don't know if you know this about guys, but we like sex in general. In pretty much any form. At any time." "I had actually noticed that. I don't have copious amounts of experience with it, but it is hard to miss." "And yet, here you are, going home with a man you barely know." Jenna blushed again, and Tom noticed. "Are you blushing? This all is rather new to you, isn't it?" Jenna shrugged, there were a few awkward seconds, and then Tom said, "Well, let me show you to your room." Jenna looked at him and decided right then to leave the girl she was behind. "I would rather you showed me to your room." He looked at her and didn't even hesitate. Before she could say another word his lips were pressed against hers, and he had pushed her up against the nearest wall. He wrapped one hand in her hair, and started to use the other to undo any buttons he could reach. He took her shirt off with force enough that she thought she may have heard it tear, not that she was concerned. She ran her hand up his leg as she wrapped her own legs around his waist, and felt how hard he had already become. Even now, she could feel the sheer wanting of him overtake her sensibilities. All of her reservations just seemed to fade into nothing as he ran his lips over her collarbone. ++++++++++++++++++++ Tom ran his hands down her front, feeling the soft skin. Every time he stopped kissing her though, Jenna would once again find his lips with hers. She had never felt this kind of adrenaline rush, and was enjoying it immensely. Now that the decision had been made, she was ready to dive into the deep end. She ran her hands under his shirt and felt his nipples harden. She yanked the shirt over Tom's head and bent slightly to tease those nipples with her tongue. He moaned quietly, and then scooped Jenna up in his arms before she had really realized what had happened. "Where are we going?" Jenna asked, slightly irritated at the interruption. "Somewhere I can lay you down and fuck you properly," Tom answered. His voice was a little gruffer than it had previously been. Jenna felt a spark of excitement, as well as her panties get damp. She had never done this, never had sex with a stranger before. She would not have considered herself a "one night stand" kind of girl. It was all so foreign, but she liked the anticipation of not knowing what was coming next. She reached down again to feel him under his jeans and felt him throb as she let her hand linger there. They reached his bedroom, and Tom dropped Jenna rather unceremoniously on the bed. Before she had time to say anything, however, he was on top of her. He took a moment to run his fingers over her lips, her cheeks, her jawline, her nose, and every touch gave her goose bumps. She could feel but not control her body rising to meet his. With practiced skill, he deftly removed her bra. For a moment, she felt very vulnerable. Here she was, in a strange bed with a strange man in a strange country with her top off. Then Tom very slowly lowered his head and gently kissed her nipple. There it was again, that rush of feeling that came from allowing a stranger access to her most private areas. He was running his hands over her breasts, feeling every inch of them. He paused for a moment when he reached the scars, and Jenna thought that he might pull back, repulsed. However, he just pulled her to him and started to kiss her neck. She reached down and managed enough dexterity to undo his jeans, so she tugged them down. As a kind of bonus, his boxers came down with the jeans and she was able to look at him. All of him. And it was pretty impressive. Of course, she thought. 'Cause the random guy that picked me up at the airport can't possibly have a small cock. And suddenly she felt herself throb, imagining that cock finding its way between her legs. She looked up at Tom, who had been watching her stare at his dick. "Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me now." A couple of things happened quickly, as though Tom had been waiting for her to say those words. He reached down and unzipped her jeans, taking them down in a rapid movement. He then pushed Jenna further back on the bed, moved her striped panties to the side and pushed his cock hard into her pussy. Jenna gasped. She had never been taken with so much force. Tom looked down at her, making sure she was still okay. When she nodded, he slid inside her again. It was a little easier this time, as she was a little more lubed up from the initial thrust. Waves of pleasure started to radiate up, and she felt the blood rushing around her body. Again and again he entered her, and with every stroke Jenna felt further away from her old self. When she felt that he should be starting to tire (once again, impressive stamina), she decided that things should be changed up a bit. She brought herself to her senses and pulled away from Tom. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I thought that was going rather well." Jenna smiled. "Oh it is. But I thought I might take the reins for a while?" Tom grinned and leaned back, his arms wide open. "Do with me what you will. I only ask that you be gentle." "No guarantees." "Oh? Is that what you like?" "You are only being given a small taste of what I like," Jenna teased. The grin on Tom's face was slowly replaced by a hungry look in his eyes. He stood up and picked Jenna up from the bed, but Jenna managed to wriggle out of his grasp. No, she thought. I'm in charge now. She pushed him against the wall and dropped to her knees. He stared at her for a second as she began to run her tongue over the head, and blow very gently on the tip. He trembled a little, and asked "Are you sure you want to do this?" She answered him by taking every inch she could into her mouth, and was rewarded by a sudden tightening of his grip in her hair. She moved her mouth up and down, sometimes slowly, and sometimes as fast as she could manage. She had only given a few blow jobs before, so she was doing what she thought he would like and trying not to use her teeth too much. . Tom fidgeted a couple of times but managed to stay relatively still. He was not, however, able to keep quiet. He moaned and grunted, occasionally tossing out unintelligible strings of words and profanity. When she finally surfaced for air, she asked him what he had been saying. "I was wondering," he panted, "where in the name of all things holy you learned to give head like that?" "Natural ability," Jenna replied. She felt quite pleased with herself, as that hadn't really been a stretch to say. "Shall I continue?" She bent her head again, but in one fluid motion Tom had lifted her up and started kissing her again. His lips were warm and soft, but he was being neither at the moment. He pulled her panties off, reached his hand back up and put his fingers inside her. She tilted her head back and spread her legs a little wider, his urgency starting to pass to her. She found she was in no mood for gentle right now. She began to kiss him back with a vengeance, using her teeth when she could. He picked her up and shoved her against the wall, hard. She shoved him back off of her and was pleased to see the determined look on his face. They seemed to both want the same thing, and that was not a nice, calm romp. He grabbed her by the wrists and damn near threw her on the bed. She rolled and managed to slide away from him as he flung himself after her. All of a sudden, she heard the door to the flat open. She froze, giving Tom the time to catch up with her again. "I'm pretty sure I heard --," was all the time she had to get out before Tom had cut her off with his tongue. She wrenched her head away. "Seriously, I think -- " "It's just Martin. He lives here too, remember?" Tom managed to get out, clearly annoyed at the break in momentum. "It's not like this is the first time he's come home while I have someone here." "Yeah? Is your bedroom door always open?" Heathrow Ch. 01 Tom looked around, and realized she was right. "Good call." He got up to close it, which gave Jenna the time to come to another realization. Before she had a chance to voice it, Tom was back on top of her. All of the aggression was a bit new for her, but she was relishing the chance to let this part of herself loose. She did have at least one thing she had to get out. "Condom," she breathed at the first opportunity. Tom hesitated for a moment, so Jenna continued, "Not really optional right now, I'm afraid..." Tom gave a small, unwilling smile and went to grab what he needed. Jenna lay back on the bed, breathing heavily. She started thoughtlessly caressing her left breast, making her nipple stand up. Her other hand snaked its way down to between her legs, as she wanted to get the momentum built back up. She had been rubbing down there for a few moments when she realized Tom hadn't come back yet. She looked up and saw him watching her in the moonlight coming in through his window. She couldn't really see his face, but she somehow knew he had been watching her the whole time. She kept looking at his body while she rubbed her clit, until he finally moved his face into view. "What?" she asked him. Tom had a hard look on his face, one she couldn't easily identify. "Are you okay?" And then he was right there. He picked her up with ease and pushed her up against the wall. Obviously he liked to fuck while standing up. He kicked her legs apart and rammed his dick inside of her with a force even more powerful than his initial entry. It lifted her momentarily off of the floor, and it was exactly what she wanted at that moment. She responded in kind, grinding her pelvis against his with all the strength she could muster, wanting to make sure every inch of him was inside her. There was nothing else in the world just now, just the feel of him entering her again and again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he hiked her up a little higher to gain more leverage. Jenna had never experienced this position and was amazed at how strong Tom was. When she was fully settled back down on his shaft, he pushed her into the wall again. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him in to kiss her. After crushing her lips into his, she moved her head a little lower and started to kiss his neck. She quickly progressed to little nips at his skin, which tasted salty with his sweat. Tom interrupted her descent to his chest with another passionate kiss. When they broke apart, Jenna whispered in Tom's ear, "I want to ride your cock." He carried her over to the bed and sat on the edge, never removing himself from her. She climbed off of him though, so that he could move back and fully recline on the bed. She crawled towards him and took a few licks of his erect dick. She swung her leg over him and guided his shaft inside of her. It didn't really require much assistance, she was still soaking wet. Sitting up, she ground down on him hard. Tom moaned and lifted his hips. She shifted her legs from a kneeling position to a crouch, so that she could easily move herself up and down his shaft. She had never been able to let herself go like this, to be wild and try new things. She dipped up and down on Tom for a minute or so, and she heard him say, "Grab your tits for me, baby." She moved back into a kneeling position and reached up and fondled her breasts, pinching hard when she reached the nipples. She heard grunts of appreciation from beneath her. Finally Tom seemed to decide he was ready to take the reins back, so he grabbed her waist and plunged himself into her. She could feel the wave beginning to build and she was finding it very hard to keep her voice down. She cried out with every thrust. Tom was not being any kind of delicate, and he was beginning to grunt louder and louder. When the wave reached its crescendo she arched her back and curled her toes, just in time to feel Tom shudder and swell inside of her. She lay down next to Tom, who after a couple of minutes rolled over and made his way to the washroom. Jenna lay there naked, looking at the silhouette of the man she hadn't even known existed a few hours ago. She wondered when the blissful post-orgasm haze wore off if she would be embarrassed and find it hard to look him in the eye. She wondered briefly about Martin, sure he had heard everything from the moment he had walked in the door. What would he think of her? She shook her head slightly in disbelief. Here she was after screwing a man she had just met, wondering if another man she had never met would think poorly of her for it. She knew that kind of caution had already been thrown to the wind the moment she agreed to come back to the flat with Tom. She felt the bed move as Tom's weight was added, and she rolled over to lean her head on his chest. He put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in. He was wonderfully warm, and she had drifted off. ++++++++++++++++++++ Jenna came back to earth. She realized she was still staring at Tom, who seemed to enjoy the attention. "Like what you see? Didn't get enough last night?" Tom asked. "Not nearly enough, but enough to be getting on with, I suppose." Jenna said back, enjoying the brief look of surprise that crossed Tom's face. For some inexplicable reason, the men she talked to never expected her to be able to converse back. When she did send some verbal volley back at them, there was always that look of surprise. That look would inevitably be followed with either disappointment, as though they had no use for a woman with her own opinions; or with interest, as if they enjoyed a woman who could handle herself. Tom's face however had settled back into that easy smile he wore before she had a chance to determine which kind of guy he was. "Well, then, what do you think?" Jenna looked him full on and took some time to really take in every aspect of his appearance. She noticed he wasn't wearing the glasses she saw on him last night, and had no idea when those had come off. His face was long, but his smile was so wide it more than compensated for it. She had thought last night his hair was dirty blond, but now in the natural light coming in from the window she realized it was more of a warm light brown. It fell to just above his eyes, as though he never actually had to style it. He just was blessed with that naturally casual look. By far his most striking facial feature was his eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green, almost as though he was wearing colored contacts. His body was lean and well-muscled, and he had long fingers, like that of a piano player. Having experienced some of what those fingers could do, Jenna had to admit they were certainly a selling point. "All in all, I guess you'll do. Certainly fuckable, until someone better comes along, I suppose." Jenna smirked down at him. Tom stabbed his heart with an invisible knife. "You really know how to hurt a bloke." "Oh, you have no idea." Tom then got up and took Jenna by the shoulders, standing her up. "My turn." Jenna stood still while Tom's eyes roved all over her naked body. She was curious about his opinion; after all she wasn't fully used to this body yet herself. He took in her shoulder-length hair, and she briefly wondered how long she had until her roots started to show. He looked at her breasts, and she knew the question before he had even had a chance to ask it. "I had breast reduction surgery. That's what the scars are from." Tom looked shocked. "Why would anyone reduce the size of their breasts?" Jenna snorted. "Spoken like someone who's never had 8 pounds hanging off of their front. It can become a smidge taxing on the back and shoulders, no matter how impressive men may find them." Tom shrugged a little. "Your boobs are still mighty impressive." Jenna felt a little smug, and waited for Tom to continue his visual journey over her body. She watched his eyes go from breasts to belly, and down to thighs and calves. She didn't notice his hand come up until she felt it lightly brush her cheek. "Beautiful," he breathed, leaning in to kiss her. She felt as though the air had been sucked from the room. She wasn't sure if last night had just been a one-time thing, maybe something she needed to get out of her system. She didn't know if that spark of attraction she had felt would disappear after they had slept together. It appeared that it hadn't. She felt goosebumps rise on her skin as he ran his hands down her back, pulling her to him while his tongue felt its way around her mouth. She raised her arms and wrapped them around Tom's neck, running one hand through his hair. They pulled apart, and Tom said again, "Absolutely beautiful." He lifted her up and carried her back to the bed, never removing his eyes from hers. Jenna couldn't believe how much she wanted this, how much she really liked being wanted. Every bit of hunger on Tom's features was mirrored on Jenna's and as she reached her hand down to guide him back to that place between her legs, she thought she may be able to stay here forever. ++++++++++++++++++++ Jenna and Tom spent most of the morning hidden away in Tom's room. It wasn't a bad place either for a bachelor pad, Jenna mused. There were two high windows that let in a lot of light, and Tom seemed to do a pretty good job of keeping the place clean. He had his own separate bathroom (thank goodness for small mercies), and a little chair in the corner Jenna seemed to curl into perfectly. They alternated between talking and kissing (with a little groping thrown in); Jenna had finally decided that Martin didn't need to hear them going at it again and again. She enjoyed the effect this seemed to have on Tom, who did not share this compunction and was growing steadily more frustrated. "So what's your last name, by the by?" Jenna finally asked, after being filled in on the two sisters and a brother that Tom had left behind in Staffordshire. He looked in in surprise, just having realized that this particular detail didn't seem to have come up yet. "Farrelly. Thomas Geoffrey Farrelly." "Wow, that's very ... British sounding." "What's your full name, while we're on the subject?" Tom queried. "Jenna Naomi Rowle. Naomi was my grandmother's name." "Do you have lots of fond memories with said grandmother?" "She died before I was born; I never got to know her. It would have been nice, though. Her being my namesake and all, it would have been interesting to see if we would have gotten along." "Grandmother on which side?" "My mother's mother. From what Mom says, I would have liked her. She doted on my older brother before she died." Tom looked up again. "Older brother?" He started looking from side to side. "Do I need to be worried that some gun-toting maniac is going to break in here yelling about how I stole his sister's honour?" Jenna laughed. "No, he already did that to my first few boyfriends. The novelty has worn off. Besides, he's back in Canada with the rest of my family. Unless social media had progressed to the point where they literally know everything I'm doing at all times, I would say you're probably safe." She paused for a moment, reflecting on what her family would think if they had even the slightest idea what she had done. They would not be pleased. Tom's voice interrupted her thoughts. "First few boyfriends? Exactly how many are we talking about here?" "This from the man who said to me last night that 'It's not like this is the first time he's come home while I have someone here' when Martin walked in. Maybe it would be for the best that we not compare numbers right now, agreed?" Tom's eyes narrowed. "Agreed, but I will be bringing this up again at some point." "Fine, but I reserve the right not to answer until I'm good and ready." "I get the sense from you that you don't do anything until you're good and ready." Tom observed. He was absolutely right. One of the things Jenna was better known for at home was a rather pronounced stubborn streak. "So, it's not that I'm not enjoying lazing around your room, but I am getting a little hungry. It may be time to bust out of here and grab some food." Jenna finally said around 12:30. She realized she really hadn't had anything substantial to eat since she had left Canada, and she was famished. She was also still in her underwear, as Tom had voiced his disapproval every time she had made to put on clothing. Tom stretched. Jenna had one last tantalizing glimpse of his physique before he stood up and pulled on his pants, Jenna grabbed a simple sundress from the top of her suitcase. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'm a bit peckish too; rather a lot of energy has been exerted of late." He smiled at her, and she returned it. He opened the door and gestured for her to go through first with a flourish. "After you." She looked at him, threw her shoulders back and walked past him into the hallway. "Good morning, or should I say good afternoon? And who might you be?" said a disdainful voice, and Jenna turned to look up into the blue eyes of who could only be Martin. Heathrow Ch. 02 Thanks so much to BGMISFUN for the editing assistance with this story. All mistakes are my own! This is a continuation; it will make more sense if you go back and read Heathrow: Chapter One. Jenna and Tom were introduced there. Tom poked his head out from behind Jenna. "Martin! You're awake!" "As I've been half the night, actually. You are aware that the wall you kept using for leverage is the same one that we both share?" Jenna looked down at this. She knew they had been raucous, but it really hadn't occurred to her what it would be like to have to listen it from the other side of the wall. It turns out she had been right the night before, she was embarrassed to meet Martin. Martin, however, didn't seem embarrassed. He seemed pissed off. She looked up and attempted a smile. "Hi, you must be Martin." "Yes, how clever you must be to have put that together. You must be another one of the random bimbos Tom picks up and I have to hear him shag all night long." Jenna set her jaw. "Well, that is the name on my passport, but I usually go by Jenna. Easier to pronounce and all." Tom stifled a laugh. "Yeah, by the way, Martin, Jenna's going to be staying with us for a bit." Both Jenna and Martin turned to look at him. "I thought that was just a line to get me here for the night?" said Jenna at the same time Martin said, "There's no way I'm staying here while you entertain another one of your flings." "Look," said Tom, aiming his comments in Martin's direction. "Jenna has no place to stay while she's here, and we're going to be gentlemen and let her stay here. I realize we were a bit inconsiderate last night and I promise I'll keep it down from now on." Turning to address Jenna, Tom said, "It was a bit of a line last night, but I really had a lot of fun with you and would like the chance to show you the city, this being your first trip to London and all. Are you in?" A smile broke on Jenna's face. "Yeah, I'm in. Thank you." Martin just stood there and glowered at Jenna. "Why can't she stay in a damn hotel?" "Because," Tom said with the air of explaining something to a child, "I just asked her to stay here. She'll sleep in my room, so she won't be taking up any extra space." "I can help with groceries and stuff, too. I'm not looking for a free ride," Jenna added. "No, that's what Tom's doing." Martin shot at Jenna, glaring at her with an amount of contempt Jenna had never had leveled her way before. She met his gaze. She wasn't really the kind to back down, and she sensed Martin wasn't used to being challenged head on. "And he's doing it exceptionally well. I would think you should be happy to hear what's going down on his side of the wall. That way you don't have to waste precious hand energy looking up your own porn on the internet." Martin's mouth fell open, but he quickly recovered. Tom cleared his throat, obviously wanting to get in the middle of this before it progressed any further. "We were actually just going to head out for lunch. Care to join?" "Hell no. I'll leave you to it." With that, Martin whirled on his heel and headed back into his room, slamming the door behind him. "Well, that went well." said Tom as they got outside, still trying to stifle his laughter. "I knew you two would get along." "That was funny to you? I have to say, I didn't particularly enjoy myself." "It seemed as though you did a little. It's not often Martin gets taken down a peg like that. I must admit, I enjoyed it. Maybe he's finally met his match." "I'm sure he's already met his match. At the zoo maybe?" "He's really not that bad once you get to know him. Martin and I get along pretty well, but we don't have a lot in common. He's more of an indoor type; he doesn't have very many friends. I'm more of the 'go-out-to-parties-sow-my-wild oats' type. He's a really good guy; don't get me wrong. He's just a little dull for my tastes." Jenna looked back at the flat. She didn't think a guy who called her a whore right off the bat wouldn't necessarily qualify as a 'really good guy.' He clearly thought she was just another easy girl Tom had brought home. If she really thought about it though, that bothered her a bit. She had never been what one would call "promiscuous"; three (well, four now) guys over the course of her life time certainly didn't qualify her as easy. Still, her behavior of late was a little on the wild side, and if Martin thought she was a whore, then so be it. He could go to hell for all she cared. Tom took Jenna to a little pub not far from where he lived. Now that Jenna had sowed a few wild oats herself, she was starting to want to go out and see the sights. That was part of the reason she had chosen England in the first place. Jenna loved history. To walk where ancient kings and queens had walked was one of the top things on her bucket list. She mentioned it to Tom as they were eating. "I guess they just aren't that big a deal to me anymore," Tom said as he munched on his fries (although he insisted they were called chips, and Jenna had been wrong her whole life). "I know, but please humor me. I'll go and see everything alone if I have to, but it would be so much more fun with you acting as a tour guide. At least I won't get lost." "You know, I do have a job. I've only been able to hang out because you happened to fly in on a Friday night." Jenna stopped. Actually, it hadn't occurred to her that he would have a job. As soon as he said it though, she didn't know how she could have not realized it sooner. Of course he had a job. "What do you do?" "I'm a graphic designer for the Guardian newspaper." "Wow, that sounds very impressive. So what exactly does that mean?" "Basically I'm in charge of the layout, deciding what goes where, if anything needs additional graphics to make it pop, that sort of thing. What do you do? Actually, now that I think about it, why are you here and not at your job in Canada? How long are you here for?" Jenna sighed. "That's a rather large can of worms, actually. I don't know how long I'm here for. I just kinda packed up and flew over on a whim. If you want me to get out of your place at any point, just let me know," she added hastily. "There's no reason you need to support me through my journey of self-discovery." "So, you didn't have any kind of plan when you came over here?" Tom sounded a little incredulous. "Nope. That was pretty much the idea. Just to get away, go somewhere I've never gone before, meet new people, see new sights, do things that I normally wouldn't do." "Like go home with guys you just met at the airport?" "Yeah. Kinda exactly like that." "What was it you needed to get away from?" "I'd love to tell you that my life was terrible. I'd love to say that I was abused, and tortured, and beaten, and subjected to all manner of ills. That's why I needed to get out of there. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. My life was pretty good. I have a lot of friends back home, my parents love me, and I'm on good terms with my brothers." "So what's the deal?" Jenna looked out the window. "So was it your job that brought you from Staffordshire to London?" Tom raised his eyebrows at the sudden change in direction, but seemed to know to leave it alone. They chatted for a little while longer about the differences in climate, what he thought she should see while she was there, and so on. Jenna found Tom really easy to talk to. After what had happened, it would have been easy enough to fall into lots of awkward silences. Tom just picked up and talked about whatever struck his fancy. When they had finished eating, he asked, "Well, I'm all yours at least for the rest of today and tomorrow. Is there anything you would like to see right away?" "The Tower of London." Jenna had answered so fast it caught Tom off guard. "Uh, okay. We can head straight over there." They got up from the table and headed out the door of the pub. "I need to go back to the flat and grab my camera. I'm still a tourist, remember?" Jenna said with a smile when they got outside. Tom looked hesitant. "Can't you just use your phone to take pictures?" Jenna stared at him. "Are you kidding? I have no idea if I'm going to ever be able to come back to England, and there is no way I'm taking pictures of incredible historical buildings with my crappy phone camera. I bought a lovely new expensive camera specifically to take pictures on this trip, and I am going to use it!" "Okay, okay. Sorry for bringing it up!" Tom raised his hands in surrender. "It's just..." "What?" "Well, I've never known Martin to turn down an opportunity to go to the Tower. He's also big into history." "And you think he'll want to go with us if we go back to the flat and tell him where we're going? Seriously? Yeah, he seemed like he was just dying to spend some quality time with me." Tom chuckled at that. "Good point." He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her right up against him. "I don't know if I've ever met anyone like you, Jenna." She reached up and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby." She moved her face to his and kissed him very lightly. The physical reaction was instantaneous. She could feel him get a little hard, and she felt that same electricity race through her body. He kissed her a little harder, wrapping one hand in her hair. She reciprocated, feeling as though she could lose herself in his kisses. He pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting more. "How much of a hurry are you in?" "What did you have in mind?" Tom grabbed her hand and led her around the back of the pub, to a place in the alley that was fairly well hidden from the public view. Not totally hidden, though. Jenna looked around, suddenly paranoid that someone was watching them. "Um, are you sure this is a good idea?" "I've always wanted to bring someone here. It's very exciting, don't you think?" Tom asked, already planting kisses on Jenna's neck. She leaned into him, wanting to be as close as she could. He backed her up against the wall and held her hands there, all the while kissing up and down her neck and chest. Jenna could barely breathe. She was past the initial feelings of disbelief that she was doing these things. Now she just wanted to enjoy the ride. However, having sex outside was still very far outside her comfort zone. Tom was now holding both of her hands above her head with just one of his strong hands. He was undoing his pants with the other. Jenna broke her hands free and quickly hiked her skirt up to her waist. She then used Tom's shoulders as leverage to wrap her legs around his middle. She slowly lowered herself onto his waiting dick. "Oh God!" She moaned. As he entered her, she winced a little. She was still sore from the night before, not to mention earlier that morning. Even with the other guys she had been with, there had never been this kind of blatant lust. The feeling that every minute without them inside of her was a minute wasted. Tom seemed to feel the same. "I notice you're not wearing any knickers ..." Tom breathed out between kisses. "I get the feeling that's going to be a pretty regular occurrence. It'll just make things easier." "I really like the way you think." "Shut up and fuck me." Jenna had been moving herself up and down his shaft while they spoke, but with her last words Tom decided to change the pace. He pushed her back up against the wall, holding her there with his powerful thrusts. Every time his cock rammed into her body, she moved her hips down, trying to make sure that every inch of him was inside her. Tom buried his head in her neck and nipped a little. Jenna cried out, and then clamped her mouth shut. "God yes! Just like that, I'm almost there ..." She could feel the orgasm coming on, and she kissed Tom hard when it hit to keep from screaming. She kept moving her hips, grinding them into Tom's pelvis. She felt him swell, and knew he was getting ready to finish. He kissed her back harder as he came to his climax. She assumed it was for the same reason she had kissed him. As he finally pulled his face from hers, he grinned. She smiled back at him. "No, you are definitely not like anyone I've ever met. You're amazing." "You're just saying that because it's true. And because we just had sex in an alley." Jenna said back, still with her legs wrapped around him. She kissed him once more, and then lowered herself onto the ground. "I may need to sit down for a minute ..." Tom led her out of the alley onto a bench on the street. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her toward him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling very content. It wasn't just the sex, she thought, although the sex so far was off the charts awesome. There was something about Tom that made her feel so comfortable. She felt relaxed and safe, like there was nothing in the world that could penetrate this little bubble with her and Tom in it. Get a grip, girl, she warned herself. She knew that it would be a bad idea to get too emotionally involved with Tom. For him, she was just an exciting diversion, someone to have fun with. She didn't want to become needy or clingy, or make this out to be anything but what it was: a vacation fling. Just as they were getting ready to go back to the flat, a passing stranger said quietly as he walked by, "Thanks for the show." Jenna and Tom looked at each other, shock registering on both of their faces. Then they both started laughing. They laughed all the way back to Tom's place. ****************************************************** They were still giggling when they came through the door to the flat. Martin was sitting in the living room on his computer. Jenna managed to compose herself and said to Tom, "I'm just going to make a quick visit to the washroom, then I'll grab my camera and we'll be gone." As she walked past Martin, he said "What the hell happened to your back?" "Sunburn." Jenna barely made it into the bathroom before collapsing into giggles again. As she reached for a cloth to clean off with, she twisted a bit and caught a glimpse of her side in the mirror. She gasped. Apparently being banged up against a brick wall has its disadvantages. Her skin was flaming red, and fairly scratched up in more than a few places. She hadn't even felt it when it was happening. Now that she saw it, however, it started to sting. Totally worth it, she thought. She finished cleaning herself up and headed for her camera. As she grabbed it and put it around her neck, she realized she had left the door to Tom's room slightly open when she came in. She could hear Tom and Martin, and the two men were arguing. "Look, you get laid plenty. Why does she have to stay here? Just so you can be assured of getting ass for the next few weeks whenever you want it?" Martin said. "It's my place too, and I can invite whomever I'd like to stay. She's not going to be a bother. She wants to get out and see the sights. She'll barely be here." "That's not the point. You didn't even ask. What if I want to walk around naked?" "Go ahead; I'm sure she could use the laugh." "Asshole. I really don't want her here, and I certainly don't want to have to listen to you fucking her all over the place. Don't think I don't know what the marks on her back were. I want to be able to sit on the couch without worrying that you had sex on it." "First, you would have to get off the couch for me to have sex on it. Second, that ship sailed like a year ago." Jenna heard Martin jump up. "Gross!" Tom laughed. "I'm only joking. Take it easy. Listen, Jenna is really fun. I think you'll get along with her if you really give it a try." "I don't befriend skanks." "Don't be an arsehat. And stop calling her horrible names. My patience for that has run its course. Next time you call her anything it's going to cost you a tooth. C'mon, she's funny, smart, and she seems to be a history nerd like you. I bet you actually have plenty in common. We're actually just on our way to the Tower of London. Did you want to come with us?" "Not gonna happen." Martin then walked to his room. Jenna grabbed a light shrug to cover her back and walked to meet Tom in the living room. "All ready!" she said. "Great, let's head out of here then." Tom said. Just as they turned to leave, Martin emerged from his room. "I changed my mind." He swept past them and out the door. Tom and Jenna looked at each other for a minute. "Oh goody," said Jenna. "Now he's a mobile insult machine. I can be called a slut anywhere." "I told him to lay off you. He will too, he knows I'll kick his ass if need be. Look, he really is kinda fun to have at these things. Actually I suppose it all depends on how you look at it, but he knows almost everything there is to know about the Tower. It's like having our own personal tour guide." "Fine. But the first name lobbed my way means we're going to be ejected from a national monument." "Why would we get ejected?" "Because I'm assuming they won't take kindly to my attempting to behead him in the courtyard." *************************************************** As they approached the entrance to the Tower, Jenna had to stop herself from skipping. Even Martin's glowering presence couldn't diminish her enthusiasm. Not only was she on her way to the Tower, something she had wanted to see her whole life, she was out and about in London. She felt a sense of freedom wash over her. She was really here. There was no one to answer to, no one who expected her to do anything. She could go where she liked when she liked. She could even screw who she liked without any fear of judgment or gossip (Martin notwithstanding). This was a good thing, because she really liked screwing Tom. She could admit to herself that she had been hoping for some kind of vacation fling when she came over. She had never slept with a man that she wasn't dating, and the thought had excited her. The logical part of her brain told her that she was putting herself at all sorts of risk, but she really didn't much care at the moment. Tom was fun to be with. He didn't expect anything of her other than sex. This was such a welcome change from the guys she had dated, all of whom were dating solely for the purpose of finding a wife. It was so nice to just hang out with someone, laughing and joking and occasionally screwing. Okay, screwing often, at least so far. She loved it. She suddenly realized that in her excitement she had out a fair amount of distance between her and the guys. She stopped and let them catch up. As they approached, she just couldn't help herself. "Did you guys know there are seven ravens that live here in the Tower permanently?" Martin corrected her. "There are only six ravens." "No," Jenna said. "There are seven. The required six plus a spare, just in case one dies or loses his job. There needs to be six at all times so they basically keep an alternate on hand." Martin was starting to become animated. "When has a raven ever lost his job?" "One of the ravens named George was fired for eating TV antennae that were put up." Jenna said. She was enjoying the look on his face. She knew she was being petty, but Martin was an ass and she loved knowing more than he did. That applied double as he lived here and had visited the Tower on a regular basis. Martin said nothing, but stuffed his hands into his pockets and strode off ahead of them. Tom looked at Jenna in amazement. "You really are a history nerd, aren't you?" "I'm an everything nerd, sadly. Just a good, old-fashioned, all-around nerd." Tom leaned down and kissed her lightly. "Well, you are the sexiest nerd I've ever seen. You give nerds a good name." Jenna smiled up at him. "Thanks." Heathrow Ch. 02 "Are you guys coming, or are you just going to stand there snogging all day?" Martin yelled from ahead of them. Jenna looked back up at Tom. "Actually now that I'm given the option, I don't know why we ever left the bedroom." "To have sex in an alley, obviously." Tom smiled, and swatted her on the ass. "Now get going before Martin's head explodes." "No loss there," Jenna grumbled, but she made her way to where Martin was standing. She looked up at him, and realized for the first time how tall he was. She was 5'9", and Martin probably had about four or five inches on her. "Here we are. Quit your bitching." Martin just looked at her and went through the entrance. Jenna sighed. She actually did want to make nice with Martin. She wasn't used to people not liking her, and it would make her stay a lot easier if she wasn't battling Martin at every turn. There was just something about him, something that got under her skin. She felt herself instantly irritated every time he opened his mouth. Still, she resolved to try and be nice to him. She couldn't control what he did but she was going to be the better person, even if it killed her. They spent the next couple of hours touring around the Tower. Jenna was in heaven. She couldn't remember enjoying an afternoon so much. Tom was a great audience for all of her useless trivia. She even surprised Martin a couple more times with things he didn't know. However, while Tom at least feigned interest, Martin became more and more sullen throughout the trip. Jenna had stopped addressing him entirely by the time they stopped to have a bite at a café within the Tower walls. The three of them were sitting around a table enjoying the sun. Tom had his hand on Jenna's leg, and Jenna was turned toward Tom, having cut Martin out of the conversation. Tom would try to engage Martin from time to time, but he rebuffed all attempts to have him join in the conversation. Jenna started to talk about what she would like to see next. "Well, obviously I want to go to all of the regular touristy spots." "Like where?" "Oh, you know, Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament, the London Eye, Buckingham Palace, that sort of thing." Martin gave a short laugh. "Typical American." Jenna and Tom both turned to look at him. "Excuse me?" asked Jenna. "It's just like Americans to come and only want to see the boring stuff." "This from the resident Londoner who visits the Tower every chance he gets. Where do you suggest I go then?" Martin looked a little surprised. "Well, you ... um ..." Jenna continued. "In point of fact, I'm Canadian, not American. Also, I'm totally willing to see the less touristy but still cool side of London. I just want to make sure I see the landmarks. However, as Tom will have to get back to work on Monday, I'm fairly certain wandering around London on my own looking for out of the way places is most likely a bad idea." "I'll show you around," Martin blurted out. He looked surprised that he had said it. Jenna and Tom both stared at him in shocked silence. Tom was the first to regain his voice. "You don't have to do that, mate. Jenna doesn't want to be a bother." "Absolutely," Jenna agreed. "Don't you have a job to get to?" "I work from home, designing websites. I can set my own hours and I don't have any big projects looming." Martin shrugged as he spoke. "Look if you don't want me to, just say so." Jenna looked at Tom, who shrugged himself. "That would be ... great." She finally said. Well, she had determined to make nice with him, hadn't she? Spending lots of quality time with Martin didn't really strike her fancy, but he did have lots of information on the city. "Thanks. It's a deal." "Okay, but I don't want one of you to come home covered in blood one day. Just play nice," said Tom. Jenna looked at Martin and Martin looked down at his plate. What had she signed up for? For the rest of the day, however, Martin seemed in a slightly better mood. He made comments on certain parts of the Tower, gave out a couple of pieces of information Jenna was unaware of (not that she would let him know of course), and even had an animated discussion with Jenna over the virtues and vices of King Henry the Eighth. Tom was smiling by the time they got back to the flat. "Well, that could have gone much worse, no?" He asked Jenna when they got back to his room. "I'm not sure, actually. I agreed to spend lots of time with him. I'm not sure that's a good idea in hindsight." Tom sat on the bed. "Martin really is a good guy. I tried to sell him on you earlier, and now I'll try to sell you on him. I do think you have a lot in common; he's quite the nerd as well. I mean, you're not exactly on his level, it's not like you're a Star Wars fan ..." Tom trailed off at the look on Jenna's face. "Seriously? You are? Well, then you and Martin really should get on famously." Jenna sighed. "I'll give it my best shot, I promise. I never meant to cause problems, and I want us to get along. Really, I do." Tom grinned at her and then went to the washroom. Jenna sat in the chair, thinking about the last two days. It seemed as though a lifetime had passed since she left Canada. She wondered if she should call home, but nixed the idea quickly. She really didn't want to explain where she was staying to her mother. She could hear Tom getting into the shower, and the thought of him naked started to get her a little wet. Seriously, what was the deal here? Was this normal? Maybe she was just so excited to be outside of where she could be gossiped about she was getting carried away. As she thought, her hand drifted carelessly down to her breast and she started to draw little circles around her nipple. Soon it was standing up, hard underneath the thin fabric of her sundress. She thought of the lean muscles of Tom's stomach, smooth and glistening in the shower. She imagined the water running down his back, over his backside. She felt herself get even wetter. Maybe she should go in there. She was sure Tom wouldn't mind the company. Something held her back. She was really enjoying the alone time, just with her hand and her imagination. She slipped the sundress off and settled back into the chair, legs spread. Jenna reached her hand down and started to move her fingers in small circles on top of her clit. She leaned back and moaned quietly as the sensations started to pulse through her body. She continued rubbing her clit for a couple of minutes as she imagined how Tom looked when he stared at her with that frank look of desire in his eyes. It was so arousing just to know that a man wanted her so badly. She slowly slipped a finger inside her pussy, getting it slippery with her own juices. She went back to rubbing her clit, her breathing getting heavier. Jenna got up and rooted through her luggage, finally pulling a small black pouch out of her suitcase. She took a small silver bullet vibrator from inside, and pressed it up against her clit. She turned it on low and immediately felt the increase in intensity from just her fingers. She started to pant while she used the hand that wasn't holding the bullet to grab her breast and pinch her nipple. She rolled the bullet around, letting the vibrations get at every angle, and slipped it into her pussy. She was breathing rather hard at this point, and could feel the orgasm starting to build. Not yet. She wanted to enjoy the build to the finish. She could still hear the water in the bathroom and knew she had a few minutes before Tom emerged. She went back to gently fingering herself, sometimes playing at the lips of her pussy, sometimes sliding a finger or two inside. She curled her fingers and moaned quietly at the sensation of hitting her G-spot. Her hips had started to rise up a little off the chair. She used the bullet again, turning it on full blast and pressing it hard against her clit. The reaction was almost immediate. She felt the muscles of her pussy contract as she raced toward her orgasm. She thought of Tom, how he looked when he was stuffing that big dick of his inside of her. She imagined that he was there, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. She pressed the bullet against her as hard as she could. Oh God, oh yes, just a little more, a little more ... she hit her climax and her legs tensed up. She relaxed in the chair and breathed out a big sigh. She pulled her dress over her body again. She got up and tapped on the bathroom door. "Yeah?" came Tom's response from inside. "Is it alright if I just come in and wash up a bit?" "Of course. Come on in." Jenna walked in and was reminded that her imagination did not do Tom justice. He had thrown open the shower curtain and was standing in the tub, with water running down his body. God, he looked good. Damn good. He held out his hand. "Care to join me?" "Hell yeah," Jenna said. As she slipped out of her dress for the second time in ten minutes, Tom's eyes followed her every move. "God, you look good," he said, echoing her thoughts from only a moment ago. She stepped into the shower and drew the curtain back. She then dropped to her knees. "Shut up." Tom didn't get anything coherent out for the rest of the night.