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Lucky Alex Ch. 01

By: sandy_rock



Chapter 1

Missed Opportunities

I met Loraine at my local gym; she joined a few months after me. We got to recognise each other as people do in that situation and would say hello when passing at the gym, or smile and nod if we saw each other in the street but that was it. She was very classy, the kind of woman who drove a late registration Mercedes sports car, wore designer label sports kit and paid for tennis coaching. I wore an old faded T shirt and rugby shorts, ran a company Ford and cycled to the gym.

She was an attractive woman, I put her at about 38 years old, 5 years older than me, with a great body that she worked to maintain, not hard and athletic but smooth and shapely, and she was always immaculately dressed, her hair was auburn and shoulder length, she wore it down most of the time and in a simple pony tail when in the gym. I must admit that I thought her husband was a lucky man, coming home to her every night.

I was training one evening after work and she was there, keeping up an impressive pace on the running machine, and I watched her lithe movements as I warmed up on the rowing machine behind her. I had not meant to stare, but she was what I was looking at as I built up to a steady rhythm. As I shifted my gaze I noticed that she was watching me in the mirror and I blushed, I hoped that she would think it was due to physical exertion, but I could see her smiling at my embarrassment.

As we moved round the gym I noticed that she kept glancing at me and smiling, I did not know if she was teasing me or being friendly but I did feel a little uncomfortable and avoided eye contact.

I walked past the 'Pec Deck' and saw someone bending over it, I realised it was her struggling with the weight stack. She looked up and said "excuse me, can you have a go at changing the weight setting on this machine for me please? The pin is stuck; I think it might be bent"

She moved out of the way for me to try to move the pin and I struggled for several seconds before getting it free, it had been jammed in too far. I turned and asked "where do you want me to put it?" she smiled again and said "now there's a question to ask a lady..." I laughed at her innuendo and she said "set it at 20Kg please, I don't want to strain anything". I started to warm to her, she obviously had a sense of humour, and I thought that her glances might not just be teasing after all.

I stood up and moved out of the way so that she could use the machine. As she sat on the seat she said "thank you, I'm Lorraine by the way" and held out her hand, I took it and said, "Pleased to meet you Lorraine, I'm Alex". Her hand was firm and smooth and she held my hand a little longer than she needed to as she looked into my eyes and smiled.

I finished my training regime and went to get a cup of water from the water cooler on my way out. Lorraine was already at the cooler with her sweat top over her shoulder. Just for the sake of conversation I asked "Are you off home now as well?"

She looked into my eyes over the rim of her cup and replied "Not necessarily, I'm open to offers."

I was caught off balance with that and stuttered "Er...Do you fancy a drink in the club bar?"

She pulled a face and said "I think we can do better than that, can't we?"

I replied "that sort of leaves me a bit stuck, I only have my sports gear and I cycled here...sorry. If you don't mind waiting I only live a short distance away, I can go and get changed and drive back, but it would be about half an hour..."

She hesitated then said "Some other time maybe?"

I replied "Sure, sorry".

I went and got my bike, wondering what I had just missed...Ah well, I had intended going home for a hot shower and watching a movie while eating dinner, so I could not miss what I did not have, and some kind of affair with a married woman was not really my style.

It was over a week later that I bumped into Lorraine again, in the supermarket, this time I was in work clothes - a fairly new dark grey single breasted suit with a white shirt and a deep red silk tie. I saw her before she saw me, she was walking toward me in the wine isle, and her eyes passed over me twice before she recognised me. I smiled as she did a double take. As she drew level with me she said, with a mischievous smile, "I did not recognise you dressed, you scrub up OK, I should have waited the other evening".

She was wearing a pair of jeans and a light green cross over blouse that accentuated the size and shape of her breasts, she saw my eyes look down before coming back to meet her eyes. "You look pretty good yourself, I thought you only owned pink track suits".

She laughed and said "touché" then she paused and said "You still owe me that drink...are you busy this evening?" I smiled and nodded, "I have to go training at seven thirty. I think we are destined never to have this drink...what about a coffee at the coffee shop in the store here, just to break the jinx?"

She hesitated a second then said "I was thinking of something a little more cosy, but what the hell".

We ordered coffee and sat at a table by the window and chatted easily, it transpired that she was no longer with her husband; four months ago he had left her to move in with one of the women execs that he worked with. He had had affairs with secretaries and the like over the years, but had always come back to her and she had let him for the sake of her daughter, but this time he had said he was moving out and he had not come back. Her daughter Christine had moved in with her boyfriend two months ago and so Lorraine was enjoying some peace and quiet at home.

She only had two friends she could call close, one widowed and one divorced; all her married friends had shunned her after the split with her husband because they saw her as predator, after their husbands. Her friends told her she had to get a computer and start internet dating, they were having a great time, but she knew nothing about computers and did not know where to start.

I told her about the recent bitter break up of a long term relationship, my girlfriend of 6 years had decided that I was not the man she wanted me to become, and left, meaning we had to sell the house and furniture to pay her off her half and I was now living in small but very nice one bedroom apartment close to town.

We ordered and drank another coffee each and chatted and laughed until I had to go. She asked if I trained every day, I told her I did every day apart from Sunday. I don't know if she was impressed or disappointed, she did not say either way. Before I left we arranged to meet the following evening, Friday, at the gym, then we would go to a local bistro, it had just re-opened after a major refurbishment, we had both heard good things about it.

The following evening went to plan, we chatted briefly at the gym as we worked out. She arrived at the bistro 20 minutes after me; she obviously took more time on presentation as she was wearing a very well cut strappy black dress and short jacket that showed her figure off beautifully. She wore little make-up, her skin was in as good shape as the rest of her and she had that classical high cheekboned face that did not require hours in front of a mirror.

I watched her walk in and leaned to kiss her cheek as she reached me at the bar. "You look fantastic" I said.

She smiled and said "thank you. I should do, this little outfit cost my ex-husband over £2000 with the shoes, bag and necklace!" The necklace she spoke of was white gold with a large single diamond nestling just at the top of her cleavage, drawing the eye to her breasts. She was dressed to kill and I thought this held the promise of being a very good night and I felt the glow of anticipation.

I ordered her a drink, vodka and tonic, and we and sat on stools at the bar. We talked about where we grew up and about our passions and hates, getting to know each others personalities. We sat and chatted and laughed, Lorraine kept touching my hand and arm, then our legs touched and we pressed against each other and locked eyes. That moment confirmed our feelings for each other, and our lips met softly. By now the bar was getting busier so I said softly "We should move away from the bar, I noticed some two seater sofas over the other side of the room, I'll see if there are any not in use."

She leaned close and her perfume filled my senses, she said "there is a great place I know not too far from here that does good wine and great music - and it always has plenty of room on the sofas."

I said "so what are we waiting for...and why didn't we go there first?"

She smiled and leaned close again to whisper in my ear "Because I wanted to make sure that you were at least half normal before I invited you into my house."

The taxi rank was normally a couple of minutes walk away from where we were, but it took more than five minutes, we stopped to kiss every few hundred yards. Lorraine said "I feel like a teenager on a first date."

We fell into the first taxi in the rank, she gave the driver her address and then she was on me, lips pressed against mine, hands inside my jacket, on my chest and rubbing up to my shoulders, almost pushing my jacket off. I put my right hand up to the side of her neck and slid my fingers round the back, my thumb gently pressing on the area just behind her ear, and pulled her toward me to kiss her more firmly and push my tongue into her mouth and entwine it with hers. She shivered slightly then pulled her lips away from mine, our foreheads pressed together, she murmured "Oh my God - this is going to be so good" then we were kissing again.

The taxi stopped and the driver said "sorry to interrupt, but we're there, I'm quite happy to keep the meter running and enjoy the show but you'll probably be more comfortable in the house...that'll be £4.70 please." We got out and I took some money from my pocket and passed £10.00 in through the driver's window. Lorraine called "keep the change!" and grabbed my free hand and pulled me toward the house.

We got to the porch door and Lorraine was looking in her bag for her door key, looking down and exposing the back of her neck, so I leant forward an kissed it gently. I put my hands on her waist and ran them around to her front, one up so that the back of my thumb ran along the underside of her breasts and one down to stroke the top of her pubic mound. She stopped looking in her bag and moaned softly. I pulled her to me so that she could feel my growing erection pressing into the small of her back and moved my hand to cup her breast, find her nipple and pinch it gently between thumb and forefinger, she sagged slightly in my arms and her head came back against my shoulder.

I whispered in her ear "are you going to open the door or do you want me to have you here on the door step?"

She replied "you bastard!" and started to search her hand bag more urgently while I gently pulled and pinched her now rock hard nipple.

She found the key and inserted it in the key hole with a shaking hand, then she pushed the door open and rushed in, pulling away from me. She turned to face me as I followed her in and she pushed the door closed so that it slammed behind me, so that we were between doors of the porch. She stepped up to me and reached down to rub the rigid bulge in my trousers, saying "you are going to pay for that mister" and it was my turn to groan. She turned and opened the inner porch door and I followed her into the house. 

We immediately started kissing and undressing each other, our jackets became a pile on the floor with our shoes, Lorraine undid my belt and trousers and pushed them down a few inches, freeing my erection which she gently rubbed as she undid my shirt buttons with one hand. I pushed the dress straps from her shoulders and reached round and unzipped the back of her dress which whispered to the floor, leaving her standing before me in a beautiful black bra, panties, stockings and suspenders, and she looked stunning. She stepped back, so that I could get the full effect, standing with one leg slightly bent and her hands on her hips, a coy smile on her lips, "not bad for forty, am I?" I drank in the site of her toned body and said "Any twenty year old would be proud of your body, but right now I want it!"

I stepped out of my trousers and boxers and removed my shirt in one move, and as Lorraine turned and walked through the doorway into her lounge I bent and removed my socks.

She sat down on a black leather sofa and reached behind her to unclip her bra strap and pulled it off her arms allowing her breasts to spill out, they were magnificent, proud and firm, she obviously wore a sports bra when she trained as they were at least a D cup. Her dusky pink nipples were about the size of the tip of my little finger and I could see the state of her arousal from how they stood out from the darker areolas that were at least two inches in diameter.

I leant and kissed her, pushing her back against the back of the sofa, then I moved my kisses down her body until I reached her nipples where I gently circled first one then the other with my tongue, kissing my way between them, Lorraine put her hands on either side of my face gently holding onto my head as I paid attention to her breasts, then she put her finger on her nipple so that she could better feel what I was doing with my tongue.

I moved my kisses down her flat tummy until I reached her panties. I pulled on the sides of her panties and she raised her back off the sofa so that I could pull them down her thighs. I slipped to my knees as I pulled her panties down over her feet. I looked back up and saw that she kept everything trimmed with a neat, short, triangle of pubic hair pointing to her vagina, and as she opened her legs I could see her labia were swollen and very wet.

I put my hands under her bottom and lifted as I kissed my way up her inner thighs above her stockings until I was kissing the lips of her vagina, first of all gently, then with greater pressure. She was squirming on my hands, and I looked up to see her face as she laid back against the back of the sofa, her eyes were half closed and she was squeezing and rolling her nipples between her fingers. I pushed my tongue into her then moved it up along her groove and ran it around her swollen clitoris, I did that over and over, her movements were getting stronger and more pronounced, then she started to jerk, moaning loudly, and she reached down and pulled my head hard against her sex and I felt the shuddering orgasm rip through her body.

Slowly her orgasm faded and I kneeled up and removed my hands from below her, leaving her sat on the edge of the sofa and she sat up to kiss me, as I straightened I found her soaking hole with my now aching erection and thrust into the wetness caused by her orgasm, her kiss turned into a gasp and a moan. With our eyes locked together I started to move my hips, in slow, small movements to start with, then increasing the stroke length gradually until I was nearly pulling all the way out.

I had one hand in the small of her back to support her and with the other I stroked her neck and face then moved it between our bodies to squeeze her nipples and apply thumb pressure to her clitoris.

She closed her eyes and with surprise in her voice she said "I'm going to cum again!" I could not speak; I could feel my own pressure building to the point of no return. She said "Oh God you're cumming too, I can feel it! Don't pull out! I want to feel you cum inside me." A dozen strokes later I pulled her hard onto me, as deep as I could go and kissed her as I deposited my seed in great gushes inside her. Lorraine's second orgasm joined with mine and she broke the kiss and arched her back in her ecstasy.

Our breathing slowed and Lorraine sat up and wrapped her arms around me planting little kisses on my face until she found my lips and she stopped there and kissed me deeply. I was still inside her, and although my erection was sagging, it was still twitching in our combined juices and Lorraine tensed her vaginal muscles and smiled as I groaned.

She said "I said it was going to be good, but that was better than I could have imagined. And I have day dreamed of it - ever since I saw you staring at me in the gym."

I said sheepishly "Yes, I'm sorry about that".

At that precise moment my relaxing erection slipped from inside her and she asked "Are you?"

I hesitated for a heartbeat and replied "No, not at all sorry actually."

I got up from the floor and collapsed next to her on the sofa and she wriggled in close in that post-coital glow that follows good sex between satisfied lovers. We sat liked that in comfortable silence, gently touching and stroking until Lorraine shivered. She said "The heating has gone off. We could take a bottle of wine up to bed - or are you a 'love 'em and leave 'em' type of guy and need to head off into the night now that you have finished with my body?"

I turned to her and said "The wine sounds great, and who said that I had finished with your body?"

Lorraine turned to me and said "I'm sorry, after 23 years of marriage, and I have only ever slept with two men, I am used to my husband cumming and immediately turning over and falling asleep, whether I was satisfied or not."

"I am only the second man you have slept with?" I asked in astonishment.

"No, the third, I meant I have only slept with two others before tonight, the first was at my Auntie's wedding, with the grooms younger brother," she pulled a face "he was drunk and it wasn't a pleasant experience. Then when Mike, my ex-husband, paid me a bit of attention and was a gentle lover I really enjoyed sex, but I have got to say it has never been like what we just did, I can't believe how quickly I orgasmed and then I came again almost immediately after! Is it always like that with you?"

"I can't say it was just my magic touch" I laughed "I don't claim to be any sort of gigolo! I have had a few girlfriends but none of those claimed undying love because of my sexual prowess. I think it was just the situation and the anticipation, I know it worked on me, I lasted about five minutes once I was inside you, hardly the claim of a champion lover!"

We headed for the kitchen where Lorraine took a bottle of Sancerre from a wine cooler under the worktop and a cork screw from the rack above and directed me to the cupboard with the glasses and thus provisioned she guided me toward the stairs.

Her bedroom was huge, the king size bed took up only a small part of the room, placed against the wall at the end opposite the door we entered from, there was a large dressing table against the wall to our right as we walked in. The other big piece of furniture in the room was a television stand at the end of the bed with a huge television on it.

I gave a low whistle and said "You could get most of my apartment in this room."

Lorraine laughed and said that having a rich, successful daddy and husband had its advantages. She walked over to the dressing table, put the bottle down and put the cork screw to the top of it. I walked up behind her so that our naked bodies were gently touching and reached past her to put the wine glasses down. As she screwed the cork screw into the cork I gently caressed her breasts and ran my fingers over her nipples, she stopped and shuddered, and my stiffening erection touched her back just at the top of the valley of the twin globes of her bottom. She turned her head and said "You like attacking a defenceless girl from the rear don't you? That's the second time tonight."

I kissed her and said "Are you complaining? I can't help the feeling I get when I see your gorgeous behind swaying in front of me. I'm afraid you will either have to get used to me 'attacking' you from any angle I can or show me the door."

She turned in my arms, putting her own arms around my neck and pulling my face down to kiss me tenderly, when she pulled her lips away she said softly "I'll show you the door when you stop attacking me." I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest just below my chest muscles and my now full erection was trapped between our bodies.


Lucky Alex Ch. 01



She stepped away and took my hand and led the way to the bed, we stopped at the end where she sat down and I started to bend to kiss her and get onto the bed beside her but she stopped me, instead making me stand in front of her. My pulse quickened as she looked up into my eyes and leant forward and gently ran her tongue around my glans, I gasped at the sensation and she continued to slowly circle with her tongue and then plant gentle kisses along the length of my shaft. I watched with total concentration as a small bead of pre come appeared and she gently licked it with the very tip of her tongue. She carefully tasted it and I asked "are you sure about this?" but her reply was just "Shh". As another drop of clear liquid appeared she licked it with more confidence, like someone would lick cream from a spoon, then she slid her lips down my shaft and the sensation nearly made my legs give way beneath me! I could feel the pressure starting to build again, the fantastic sight of those gorgeous lips sliding backward and forward, my legs held between her stocking clad thighs. She kept eye contact, watching the pleasure on my face.

Finally I could hold back no more and gasped "I'm cumming". Lorraine did not pull away as I expected but carried on moving and I erupted in her mouth, she jumped slightly as the hot liquid shot in, but she swallowed until I was drained, and my legs nearly buckled again. She licked the last of my seed from my shaft and then stood up. I took her in my arms and kissed her fully on the mouth, tasting the hot saltiness of my own cum with my exploring tongue. I murmured "that was incredible, thank you".

She smiled and said "My pleasure, it was a real turn on for me, watching the pleasure I was giving you. I used to hate doing that for my husband, but he used to demand it, usually after watching some porn channel, a control thing I suppose. I would never let him cum in my mouth, I thought it degrading, but with you it seemed natural. There is probably some deep seated psychological reasoning behind it, but it just felt right at the time." Then with a wicked grin she said "and it didn't taste as bad as I thought it was going to, though I wouldn't mind that glass of wine now. Go and get into bed so that you don't attack me again!"

I obeyed and went and climbed under the duvet, sitting up against pillows, whilst she poured the wine and brought it over to the bed. She passed me a glass and climbed in the other side. We chinked glasses and I made a toast "to us and this night."

We sat and chatted and drank the wine, comfortable in each others company. Lorraine put her glass down and climbed out of bed, she undid her suspender belt and rolled down each stocking in turn. She glanced up and saw me watching her; she said "You don't mind me taking these off now do you? I don't really want to sleep in them."

I laughed and said "No its fine, you look as good with them off as you do with them on.

As she got back into bed she said "What is it with men and stockings? Men wearing just socks doesn't do anything for me, in fact the opposite"

"I think it is the fact that it frames your sex and accentuates the skin colour at the top of the thigh, and it leaves the sensitive parts at the top of the leg bare, accessible for furtive touching should the chance present itself." With that I slid my hand over the top of her leg to touch her inner thigh lightly with my finger tips, and she opened her legs slightly to my touch.

"Mmm, I think I might be getting the idea" she said and we slipped beneath the quilt. She turned towards me as we lay down, and with my hand still between her thighs our lips met once more. As we kissed she lifted her thigh, opening her legs so that I could reach up to her now sticky vagina lips as they were drying from our previous love making. She made a whimper as I touched her gently, slowly moving my fingers around, then I trailed my hand up her body over her hip, following the contours of her curves to her breasts, where I paused to tease her nipples, then up to her neck. I brought my hand to my mouth and slipped a finger in, Lorraie watching me intensely, then I went back to her nipple, teasing it with my wet fingers, kissing her again and I circling the tip of her tongue with mine. I brought my fingers back to my mouth and wet them again then trailed my fingers down back down to her vagina and moved my slippery fingers up and down her vagina lips, then pressed gently on her clitoris.

Lorraine closed her eyes and her breathing increased, I felt her open to me as she became more aroused, I gently ran a finger around the edge of her opening and she moaned and moved her hips to encourage me to enter her. I gently pushed my middle finger into her and moved it slowly back and forth, then I removed it. Lorraine opened her eyes and saw me put my first and second fingers in my mouth, watching me taste her juices before moving my hand back down her body. She rolled onto her back so that she could open her legs more and I leant up on one elbow and kissed her as I inserted two fingers into her, her eyes fluttered closed again and she sighed.

I gradually increased the pace of my hand, using my thumb to tap Lorraine's clitoris as I moved my fingers in and out of her. I removed my fingers and rubbed them around her nipple then took the nipple in my mouth and sucked and licked her juices from it while sliding my fingers back into her. She groaned and said "that is really turning me on." I did it several more times then I felt her movements starting get more urgent and she was pushing against my hand, her juices flowing freely now as she neared her climax. I increased the pace of my hand and I felt her shudder then she grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers hard into her as she came, her body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

Lorraine's breathing subsided and she turned to face me, we held a long kiss as she wrapped her arms around me and put her leg on top of mine. We could not have got our bodies any closer and as our kiss ended she gave a satisfied "Mmmmm". We fell asleep like that, spent and satisfied from our lovemaking.



Lucky Alex Ch. 02



Chapter 2

New Beginning

I awoke next morning with Lorraine's head on my chest and one arm and one leg draped across me. As I shifted position Lorraine stirred awake and stretched her arm before looking up and saying "Mmmm, you're still here and it wasn't all just a deliciously wicked dream. Good morning." She sat up and stretched.

"It looks like a fantastic morning from here."

She smiled and leant to kiss me, she pulled a face, "You're all rough, go and shave while I put the kettle on. Bathroom is through there, there's a razor and some blades in the cabinet." She moved toward the door, collecting a red satin dressing gown from a hook on the back of the door on the way out.

The bathroom was on the same scale as the bedroom, the bath was big enough for a small family and had nozzles all round it for a jacuzzi, the shower was a full body affair with a dozen spray heads on it, there were two basins, three heated towel rails and a sea of marble and mirrors. 

I found a razor handle and a pack of blades, ran a bowl of hot water and lathered up with hand soap. I scraped away at my stubble and thought about the previous night and what Lorraine's intentions might be. I was definitely falling in love, she was on the same wavelength as me and she was so sexy. What was I to her? Was I a bit of rough, a weekend's distraction, or was she looking for something more?

I finished shaving and put everything back where I found it and headed for the shower. I set it running, got the temperature right and got in, it felt great and after letting the jets pulse at my muscles for a while I looked round for soap or gel to wash with. There was nothing in the cubicle so I opened the door to look in the cabinet. Lorraine was standing out side holding a bottle of Bodyshop shower gel, I had not heard her enter the bathroom over the noise of the shower.

"Is this what you are looking for? I heard the shower and thought you might need your back scrubbing."

I stood aside to let her in. We kissed, then she poured a generous amount of gel into her hand and started to wash my chest and shoulders. She worked down my body, stopping from time to time to kiss me and then pour some shower gel into her hands. She paid particular attention to my balls and, by now, my solid erection, all the time smiling and kissing me, then she stopped and handed me the shower gel and said "your turn."

I did the same for Lorraine, washing every part of her but paying particular attention to her breasts and nipples which were like pink pebbles they were so hard.

We rinsed each other off then Lorraine turned round with her back to me, stood with her feet on the raised part at the side of the shower tray and bent over, giving me the perfect position to enter her. She said "Go gently Darling, I'm a bit sore. I'm not used to getting so much loving attention."

I slowly entered her and could feel that she was swollen. "Are you sure you want to do this, I don't want to hurt you?"

"You try stopping now mister! You can't crank a girl up to how I feel now and then stop, I would never forgive you!"

I laughed and pulled out of her, I went down on one knee and with the shower still spraying our bodies I kissed her labia and tongued her clitoris as she moaned and gasped. I could feel her body tensing and could taste her juices mixing with the water as it cascaded onto my tongue.

I stood up and put my glans at the entrance to her silken tube and as I pushed gently in I could feel there was less resistance than before and Lorraine gasped and pushed back onto me. I did not start pounding at her, though I did want to with the way that I was feeling, but kept it steady and built up a rhythm. Lorraine said "That feels so, so good, I'm going to cum."

I could feel my own orgasm building, but with this gentle pace it was some way off yet and I thought I would be able to outlast Lorraine. I held her hips and slowly moved her backwards and forwards in time to my own hip movements. She started to nod and her movements became more urgent then I felt her tense and gasp as the orgasm took her. At the peak of her orgasm she pulled off me "I'm sorry, I'm so sensitive after last night." She tried to move back onto me but she jumped when I touched her. She turned "I'm sorry. It's your own fault - you've ruined me!"

I turned her round and kissed her and turned the shower off. "It's OK, I said I did not want to hurt you. We shouldn't have tried."

She held me and said "I can't help myself around you, I don't want to be apart from you. I hope that doesn't sound scary, I don't mean it in a 'bunny boiler' sort of way. I mean if you were to go now, or later, I would be fine with that, but while you are here I just want to be with you, touching you, loving you. You make me feel like life is fun again; I am not used to laughing and joking at everything." She looked up from our embrace and said "I'm babbling aren't I?"

I moved a couple of strands of her wet hair from her face and smiled "I feel the same way; I feel comfortable with you, like I've known you for years – no, that's not right, more like I have been looking for you for years but did not know it until I found you."

She said "That was a beautiful thing to say." She pulled my head down to hers to kiss me.

I opened the shower door and stepped out, took a huge bath sheet from the towel rack and held it out for her. She stepped out of the shower and I wrapped it around her, rubbing her body dry with the towel. We kissed again and she stepped out into the bedroom to get dressed. I got myself a towel and dried my self as I walked into the bedroom. Lorraine was rubbing her hair dry and looking at me as I walked toward her.

I said "I'd better go and find my clothes downstairs."

Lorraine lowered her gaze to my groin, to where my erection had not completely subsided, and she had a smile on her face that was pure wicked. "We'll have to do something about that...There is something I've wanted to try ever since one of my friends mentioned it. Come here and sit on the bed."

I did as she asked with a feeling of curiosity and with my erection rising again in anticipation. Lorraine instructed me too lean back on my elbows and then knelt between my open thighs, she took one of her breasts in each hand, spread them apart, put one either side of my erection and then pushed them together. The sensation was fantastic, her soft, cool, smooth skin against the heat of my lust and I felt my balls tighten as I looked at the magnificent sight of her holding her soft full breasts around my shaft.

Lorraine started to move her breasts up and down, the soft skin gently dragging on mine. She said "Mmmm, you feel so hot against my skin. It's a lovely feeling, your hardness against my softness, I could get used to this". She varied her movements, sometimes using long strokes where I could see the shaft appear below her breasts, just the glans trapped in the silken cocoon then sliding back down again to envelop my shaft completely, then short fast strokes, almost no more then jiggling her breasts her hands.

My pulse was quickening and my breathing was starting to labour as she pressed her breasts tight against my aching shaft.

"I'm cumming" I managed to gasp and Lorraine quickly moved to slip her mouth over my engorged glans, that pushed me over the precipice of my orgasm and I came so hard I thought I was going to black out.

As my world returned to its normal axis and my breathing slowed she climbed on the bed beside me, put her hand on my chest and said "that should do the trick."

I lay collapsed on the bed and said "You're right; I haven't even got the energy to raise a smile after that, it was fantastic!"

"I was talking to my friend Evie, and one of her 'internet friends' asked what she thought of 'cleavage sex' but Evie, being quite naïve, had to ask what it was. Well we met for lunch with our other friend, Claire, the day after this conversation took place and it became the main topic of conversation. I said then that I hadn't done it but I'd love to try it. I take it that you approve?"

"Oh God, yes, wholeheartedly."

She had a twinkle in her eyes and said "As I recall the main topic of our conversation is where we would want the resultant cum to end up, and at the time I said spread over my breasts would be nice, but having just had a shower I decided against that at the last minute."

"I can't believe that you go out for lunch with your friends and discuss 'cleavage sex' and men ejaculating!"

She laughed and said "what else is there for three single women in their forties to talk about? Apart from what you would like to do with the dishy Italian waiter of course!"

"I shall never look at 'ladies who lunch' in the same light again, I thought you swapped recipes and discussed fashion."

"No way, I don't do cooking and that would be too boring even if I did! And as for discussing fashion, that's what shopping is for."

Lorraine got off the bed and rooted through a drawer and took out a large cellophane packet which she opened then she went through the door on the other side of the bed from the bathroom. She reappeared as I sat up on the bed and she handed me a pale blue shirt with a white collar and cuffs and a pair of blue and white striped boxer shorts. "These were Mike's but if you don't mind wearing them it saves you putting on yesterday's clothes. These might be a bit too big, but they'll fit where they touch." The shirt was obviously very good quality, it had the label 'Huntsman - Saville Row' and probably cost as much as six of my shirts.

I thanked her and put them on. She was right, the boxers were a bit baggy and the shirt was a size too big so I left cuffs open and rolled the sleeves up a couple of turns. I started to button the shirt but Lorraine stepped up to me and said "Leave it open, it looks sexy. You look like a model on one of those cheesy calendars they sell in card shops." She undid the two buttons I had fastened and kissed me before turning away and heading back toward the doorway she had just come from. I followed her in and looked around at what was effectively a dressing room, it was the same size as the bathroom but with wardrobes down either side and a dressing table with lights round the mirror against the end wall. She was pulling a pair of blue satin French knickers on and she looked good in them, she smiled at me as I watched her getting dressed. She reached for a matching bra and started putting it on.

I leant against the door frame and said with a smile "I'll do you a deal; I will wear the shirt open if you don't wear a bra. I think it's only fair."

She hesitated, but not for long, and put the bra back in the drawer. She opened a wardrobe and looked in; she put a finger to her mouth and tapped her lips as she decided what to wear. She reached in and chose a simple white blouse that had a touch of Asia in its design, it was a coarse weave cotton and very soft, I could easily see the shape of Lorraine's nipples through the material and she obviously enjoyed the idea of me looking at them as they definitely protruded more than they had a couple of minutes previously. She reached into the wardrobe again and took out a matching skirt and stepped into it, pulling it up and fastening the button at the side. She checked how she looked in the mirror and said "that's no good; you can see my knickers through the skirt." She reached up under the skirt and pulled the knickers down and off and dropped them into a drawer in the wardrobe.



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Chapter 3

Decisions

I followed Lorraine down to the kitchen where she filled the kettle. "We'll try not to let this cup of tea get ruined shall we?" She plugged the kettle in and switched it on then walked over to where I was leaning against the worktop and removed two cups from the cupboard next to me. I cupped her face and turned it toward me and softly kissed her lips, she returned my kiss and I let my hand fall down to her breast and gently cup it through the soft cotton. "No promises." I said softly.

She put her forehead against my chest and said softly "How can you make me feel so horny? There is no way that I could make love to you, I'm too sore, but you kiss and touch me like that and I start getting turned on. I'm acting like a teenager, not a grown woman. I should have made you wear a polo neck sweater and jeans, not boxer shorts and an open shirt!" At that very moment my growing erection had pushed its way through the opening in the boxer shorts and put in an appearance.

I said "I can only agree with you there."

She laughed "I don't believe you! You're like the Duracell Bunny. I am flattered that I turn you on so much, and you turn me on just as much, but we can't walk round joined at the groin for the rest of our lives!"

"I'm not normally like this, and I doubt whether I could actually cum anyway, but it's you that is making me like this." At that moment the telephone rang and Lorraine kissed me and moved to get it.

"Hello, Lorraine speaking. (pause) Oh hi Evie, how are you?" Lorraine turned and winked at me. "Yes, it went very well, thank you. (pause) Yes, he is still here." She laughed at Evie's next comment then said "Mind your own business. He is only two feet away from me. (pause) NO we are standing in my kitchen, we have been up for ages." Then she laughed again and said "you have a disgusting mind, we are fully dressed...well, more or less! I will see you on Tuesday as usual. (pause) yes, I will tell you about him then, goodbye."

She put the telephone down and said "sorry about that, with last night being my first date since Mike left, my friends want to know how I got on."

The telephone rang again and Lorraine sighed and picked it up and said "Yes, Hello." Then her face and voice softened and she said "Hi Chrissy, I'm sorry, I have just had Evie on the 'phone trying to get the low down on how it went last night." She laughed and said "Well he's still here, I'll ask him. (pause) Yes it did go very well thank you, hang on." Lorraine moved the phone down to her shoulder and said to me "Do you fancy joining Chrissy, her boyfriend and me for lunch tomorrow? We go to a carvery about 20 minutes from here, the King's Arms at Westerham, do you know it?"

I thought about it and said "I'd love to join you, thank you." I had to get back to my apartment at sometime during the weekend to sort out clothes for work on Monday and my laptop computer was there and I must admit that meeting Lorraine's daughter made me nervous.

Lorraine was saying "We'd love to join you, about one for one thirty as usual? OK, I'll give Stuart a call. Bye, love you." then she laughed "Yes, I will".

She put the telephone down again and stepped over to me "Chrissy says I have to give you a kiss from her because I sound really happy." She kissed me and it became a long tender kiss, with our bodies pressed close together.

When we broke for air Lorraine said "I'm absolutely starving and I need a cup of tea, so please stop turning me on and I will make you some lunch and try to make some tea for the third time today."

"I'm ravenous as well, I promise to restrain myself at least until I have eaten!"

Lorraine made scrambled eggs on toast and we finally got to drink a cup of tea. We sat on either side of the breakfast bar and talked about music, movies and books. We both liked going to concerts, we had actually been to the same Dire Straits concert, and we liked a lot of the same movies, romantic comedies like Four Weddings and a Funeral and Roxanne.

What we did not talk about was the future; we both new we needed to talk about what our intentions were but we avoided it. Was it to be a one or two nights of passion or did we want to commit some emotional capital. We had both come out of a long term relationship and this was the first sexual contact since the break up of those relationships. Were we just reading more into our battered emotions than we should be? Should we treat this as an entry back into the dating and mating game and see who else is out there, what other adventures we can have, but if we do would we have passed up a chance at lasting love with a soul mate?

We were laughing about a particular scene in Notting Hill, the scene where Julia Robert's character goes to meet Hugh Grant's character's friends and sister. The conversation dried up - crunch time - the 'what happens next' point of no return.

I said "I am going to go and..."

Loraine spoke at exactly the same time "I was going to suggest...well if you're going..." she picked up our plates and stood and turned to go to the sink.

"I was going to say I'm going to go back to my apartment to pick up some clothes and I could pick up something for dinner on the way back if you're not doing anything...but if you have plans that's OK."

She turned back to me "I thought you meant you were going - I don't have any plans for tonight, I was going to suggest a Chinese takeaway."

I smiled, I think she saw relief on my face because she almost ran to me and I stood to hug her, she said "well, we got through that OK I think, do you want to bring over more than one change of clothes, to save travelling? And I have to tell you now - I am a terrible cook."

"I know, I looked in your fridge! But that's OK, I love cooking, I'll cook tonight, something special, is there anything you don't like?"

She looked up and said "You can cook as well? I've died and gone to heaven!" She thought for a moment then said "I don't like whelks, I don't like anchovies and I can't stand Marmite, but you are safe with just about everything else."

I went and collected my clothes from the hallway while Lorraine put our plates in the dish washer. I put my trousers on, buttoned up the shirt and put my shoes on without socks. I found my mobile telephone in my jacket pocket and called a cab company.

I went back into the kitchen as Lorraine was drying her hands and she said "Oh, not fair, you're dressed."

I kissed her and said that I would be back as soon as I could, and that she could take all my clothes off as soon as I walked in the door. Lorraine went upstairs to fix her hair and I went outside to wait for the cab.



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Chapter 4

Sunday Lunch

The cab dropped me off at my apartment where I grabbed a suitcase, a holdall and a suit bag from the top of the wardrobe and packed work clothes, casuals and sports kit. I went through to the bathroom and grabbed some toiletries then into the kitchen and threw perishables in the bin, then took the bin bag outside; I did not know when I would be back. I set the alarm and headed for the car loaded down with my gear.

Next stop was the supermarket, I wondered round looking for inspiration before deciding on scallops with a fresh green salad for starters, chicken chasseur for main course and a light raspberry pavlova for dessert. I also bought four large sprays of flowers.

I headed back to Lorraine's, it was half past three by the clock on the dashboard of my company Ford Focus, and I couldn't get there fast enough, it took all my effort not to break any speed limits as I drove back to her house.

I arrived at the door with the shopping bags in both hands, I was about to put one of the bags down to ring the bell when the door opened and Lorraine said "I've missed you when you have only been gone for just over an hour, what am I going to be like on Monday?" She stepped in and I walked through to the kitchen and put the shopping bags on the work top. I turned round to go and get my bags out of the car but she had other ideas, wrapping her arms round my neck and kissing me deeply, her tongue in my mouth seeking mine. I responded by putting my arms around her and pulling her hard against my body.

"You've changed." I said as she came up for air. She was now wearing a blue dress, mid length and quite a deep neckline at the front, showing off her cleavage and legs, she'd also applied a bit of makeup round her eyes.

"Mmm, I had to, my mind kept wandering back to last night and my nipples were sticking out, if anyone had come to the door I would have been too embarrassed to answer." She leaned over to look in the shopping bags. "What are you cooking me for dinner?"

"That is a surprise, though nothing too fancy. I want to spend the night with you, not your kitchen." We went back out to my car and she gave me a hand with my bags. We took them up to the bedroom and she showed where I could put my things. There was nothing in the wardrobe except for four shirts.

"That's all that Mike left, they were in the dry cleaner's with a couple of my dresses and he's never been back to pick them up."

I turned and asked "We're not rushing things are we?"

She looked at me quizzically, "Are you getting cold feet? Afraid I'm tying you down?"

"No it's nothing like that; I'm just a bit nervous because it seems too good to be true. This is your house and I feel, deep down, that I'm taking advantage of you."

"I do hope that is your intention!" she laughed, but then she turned serious. "I'm not suggesting that you marry me, I'm just not into one night stands or cheap sex with no ties, I just want to let our relationship run its course. If we have week or a month of being together, loving and laughing and being happy then all for the good, if after that it doesn't work out then you'll just go back to your apartment and nobody will have lost anything."

I smiled and said "You're right of course, I just needed to know that is how you were thinking, and" I walked over and pulled her gently to me, kissing her softly "you never know, it might last longer than a month!"

She pressed against me and said "I think you should make love to me before dinner, then I'm going to have a bath while you slave in the kitchen. I think I'm the one who is taking advantage of you!"

We made love in bed, gentle and confident, getting to know each others likes and dislikes, taking time to provide pleasure to each other and accepting the pleasure given.

The next morning we woke early, possibly due to the strangeness of being in bed with someone after sleeping alone, possibly due to the excitement of being with a new partner. Whatever the reason, I awoke as Lorraine stirred. I was lying on my left side and she was in my arms with her back pressed against me in the classic spoons position, not a position to waste on a Sunday morning when you do not have to get up for work.

I gently moved my right hand and started to stroke the skin of her shoulder, her arm and her waist, then let it move to the roundness of her bottom. Lorraine pushed against my awakening erection and held the hand of the arm that was under her head, she said "mmmm, I like waking up like this."

I moved my free hand up her body to her breasts and she put one of her hands on mine guiding it to caress them and her nipples. Lorraine's breathing quickened and she moved her hips backwards and forwards. She whispered "I need to feel you inside me." She lifted her thigh and I manoeuvred my self so that I could slide into her.

We made love like that for ages, feeling very close, until we reached orgasm, Lorraine gasping and pressing hard against me less than a minute before I reached that point of ecstasy where the there is no thought, just sensation. It wasn't frantic lovemaking with hungry mouths and probing tongues, trying to please each other, it was more a declaration of love and understanding, needing to be joined in that most intimate of ways.

We drifted off to sleep again with my softening erection still immersed in our combined juices.

When we awoke again, the sun was lighting the bedroom curtains with its strong rays, and I guessed it was about ten o'clock. Lorraine awoke and turned over to face me, she kissed me, smiled, and said "that was lovely; you can do that whenever you want to. I didn't think I would cum but I just felt so...I can't describe it...'loved' I think is the best word...and, well I did. As much as I would love to stay here with you all day, I can't, we have a lunch date with Chrissy and Dean."

I kissed Lorraine and said "OK, I'll go shave and shower. See you in the shower in five minutes?"

She laughed "Deal, we can scrub each others backs again."

I had got the shower adjusted just right and was stepping into the shower cubicle when she walked into the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile. We spent twenty minutes in the shower, we washed each others bodies and I washed her hair then we turned the water off and we made love against the tiles, Lorraine wrapping her legs around me while I supported her on my hands.

We were ready to go out at quarter to one and we went through to the garage. There were two cars parked there, both less than two years old. One was a black Land Rover Discovery, the other a Mercedes CLK500. Lorraine said "we'll take the Mercedes; do you want to drive?" I took the offered keys without a moment's hesitation and headed for the driver's door.

We drove to the restaurant with the top down, Lorraine's hair flying in the wind until she took a hair band from her bag and put it in a pony tail. We arrived with wide grins on our faces.

We arrived before Chrissy and Dean so we let the head waiter know we were there and went to the bar to get drinks. We had been at the bar about ten minutes before the others arrived.

Lorraine's face lit up when she saw Chrissy, and they hugged before Lorraine made introductions. I kissed Chrissy's cheek and shook Dean's hand. Chrissy was a younger version of Lorraine but with short blonde hair framing a flawless face, she was about five foot seven and a lovely figure. She could very easily have been a model. She was wearing a short pink top and hipster jeans, showing off a pink stone in her belly button. Her top had the word 'ANGEL' printed across it in silver.

Dean was massive, six foot two or three, and he obviously spent a lot of time in the gym. He had a short sleeved shirt, the sleeves of which struggled to contain his biceps, and a pair of beige Chino trousers. Everything he wore was an expensive label item, right down to his Nike Air trainers. When I shook his hand my hand disappeared into his grip. At the last moment I had a flash of intuition and pushed the web between my thumb and forefinger hard into his, thus preventing him from being able to squeeze my hand hard, and my intuition had not failed me because that is exactly what he tried. A small frown appeared on his forehead and his smile slipped slightly when he realized that no matter how hard he squeezed there was no effect. I waited for him to realise that he needed to rearrange his grip, and as soon as he eased his grip to make adjustments I pulled my hand from his, leaving him with an outstretched hand squeezing air for a short moment. I did not like this man.

The head waiter came back and said "Would you like a smoking or non smoking table?"

Dean immediately said "Non smoking."

Lorraine turned to Chrissy and said "Have you given up? Well done!"

Chrissy just gave a tight smile and Dean said "It's been two weeks now, with a bit of help from me. She's doing really well aren't you Chrissy?"

The meal was good, which was better than the company. Lorraine and Chrissy caught up on news, chatting about friends, work and Chrissy and Dean's house, leaving me chatting to Mr. Neanderthal. He talked about himself, his training regime, how much he could bench press, about a fight he had recently had on a building site, his American car, how fast it went. As the meal went on I noticed a pattern developing. Every time that someone else started a conversation, particularly Chrissy, Dean would take over the conversation, turn it into something about him, and once I noticed it, it really started to grate on my nerves. In the interests of peace I did not react. Finally we finished our coffees, settled the bill and left.

Once outside Chrissy kissed me on the cheek and said that it was nice to meet me and that I should look after her Mum and then I ran the gauntlet of Dean's deadly hand shake again. He would be ready for me this time, so I went for the double handed shake, his eyes were on mine as I took his hand in both of mine, sliding my left thumb over the top of his right thumb and pushing it between our palms, giving nothing for him to squeeze with. Anyone watching would not have noticed anything wrong, but I watched his jaw clench in frustration.

As we drove back Lorraine said "They make a lovely couple don't they?"

Diplomatically I said "They look very good together. What does Dean do for a living? He didn't really tell me, only that he had been on a building site, but he isn't a builder, his hands were too soft."

"He is a project manager for a construction company, a very good one too, by all accounts. He works for Perkin's, the same as company as Chrissy, she is in the HR department. That is how they met, they were interviewing prospective employees together."

"Is Chrissy happy with him?"

She turned her head to look at me "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason really, he just seems a bit overbearing, he wouldn't let her finish a sentence."

I could see that caused her to think, perhaps going back over conversations in her mind. "She does seem a bit subdued, but I put that down to her Dad and me splitting up and then meeting you for the first time. She does not 'phone as often either but that could be her just getting on with her own life."

"You're probably right, I shouldn't have raised concerns, sorry."

We got back and I raised the garage door with the remote control and reversed the car in. We went through the house and Lorraine was very quiet. I went to her and we kissed and she hugged me. She said "I don't really know you, I have met none of your friends and family, you could be a mass murderer for all I know, but I feel as I have known you all my life. I guess that I am saying that I trust you and that I feel there is something you are not telling me."

"It is probably nothing...just that Dean is a bully, which is probably what makes him a good project manager. He likes to stamp his authority. When we shook hands he tried to hurt me and I wouldn't let him, I could see the frustration and anger it caused him. If Chrissy is on the end of that then I don't envy her, but it might be some alpha male thing and he's only like that with men."

She made a decision "I'll meet her for lunch in the week, we used to do that a lot. I'll talk to her, see how she really is. Right now let's enjoy what's left of the day." She arched an eyebrow "Do you fancy a bath?"

I could not turn down an offer like that and so we took a cold bottle of Veuve Clicquot and two glasses up stairs to the bathroom and whiled away a Sunday afternoon and evening in the most pleasant way possible, breaking only to grab some toast before falling into a happy, exhausted sleep, holding each other close. As I fell asleep I wondered at how life could get this good...

Lorraine didn't meet up with Chrissy for lunch that week, or the following week, Chrissy was always too busy or meeting someone else for lunch. We did not meet for Sunday lunch either, they were busy in the house with the drive being paved and new curtains. Lorraine really was worried by now and on the Sunday two weeks after we had had lunch together she asked me if I thought we should go round to the house. We discussed it but decided that it might make things worse if there was a problem or that she was poking her nose in if there was not a problem.

Come the following Wednesday the decision was a moot point.

Lorraine and I were fast asleep, we had been to the gym, had a light evening meal and were in bed and in each others arms by half past ten.

I heard the doorbell and checked my bedside clock, it was two am. I woke Lorraine "There is someone at the door, be prepared to call the police. It can only be trouble at this time of night."

I grabbed a dressing gown and went to the door. It was Chrissy and she was a mess, in the light from the porch I could see she had jeans and a coat on that were clearly Dean's, one of her eyes was bruised and nearly closed, the other eye swollen from crying and she had a puffy lip with blood oozing from it. She had no shoes on, she was walking on the denim of the jeans but I could see her toes poking out at the bottom.

She sobbed "I haven't got any money, can you lend me ten pounds to pay the cab?"

I looked down the path and saw the cab parked in the road, the driver was stood alongside the car looking at us. I said "Just go in, I'll deal with it. Your Mum is in the bedroom."

Lorraine had obviously decided to see what was going on and said from behind me "Oh my God! Chrissy what has happened to you?"

Lorraine put an arm round Chrissy and lead her toward the kitchen while I went to get my wallet and a pair of trainers. When I got back to the porch the cab driver was at the door. He asked "Is she going to be OK? She was wondering the streets like that, sobbing her heart out, I was going to take her to the police station but she insisted on coming here."

"She is with her Mum now, thanks for bringing her, how much do I owe you?"

"Oh, no problem mate, as long as she's going to be OK, I didn't even have the meter running."

"Look, take a twenty for your time; you could have been picking up another fare."

"Cheers mate, much appreciated." He handed me his card from a stack he produced from his pocket. "I didn't actually see what happened but if you need a witness to say where I found her and what state she was in, give me a call. I hope they catch the bastard that did it."

I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. Lorraine was walking Chrissy toward the stairs. I made tea for three and drank mine in the kitchen. After ten minutes or so Lorraine reappeared. She said "I've put her in her old room, she just wants to be alone and go to sleep; she won't let me 'phone the police or a doctor, she says apart from her face she is not injured, but I saw bruises on her back when I helped her into a nighty." She sat on the stool next to me and took the tea I handed her. I could see the anger in her face as she said "He is a bastard, prison is too good for him, he should be strung up! You were right about him...if there is a next time I will trust your instincts and do something straight away. If only I had this time...I will get even with him!"

Lorraine got up with me the next morning to check on Chrissy and to take in some clothes and toiletries for her for when she got up. When I said goodbye as I left for work I could see she was preoccupied, I asked "Do you want me to stay round at my apartment tonight? I don't mind."

She absent mindedly said "Mmmm, whatever you think..." then she realised what I had actually asked and replied "No, come home, I don't want you to be away."

I spoke to Lorraine on the telephone during the day. She could not persuade Chrissy to report the attack to the police and she was, understandably, very withdrawn and probably suffering from depression.

I went to the gymnasium after work, but did a light workout, I wanted to get back for Lorraine.

When I got in Chrissy was in her room and Lorraine was making a pot of tea in the kitchen. There was a faint smell of cigarette smoke in the air. I asked "Has Evie been round?", Evie was the only one of Lorraine's friends who smoked. She had been round a few times during the last two weeks, mainly to see if I was still there and to ask if I was available again yet. She was four years older than Lorraine but looked older, you could see she had been a real beauty in her younger years but life had taken its toll.

Lorraine replied "No, its Chrissy, she's started smoking again. Understandable under the circumstances I suppose."

"How is she?"

The look on Lorraine's face showed how worried she was. "She's not eating properly, I did her a jacket potato for lunch but she hardly touched it, the only time she has been out of her room is to make herself a drink and to go and get cigarettes from the newsagent on the main road. I had to 'phone her office to let them know she wouldn't be in. I can see from her eyes she has been crying a lot but she won't talk to me. We've always been able to talk about anything"



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Chapter 5

The Visitor

Things stayed the same for the next few days, Chrissy avoided contact, preferring to stay in her room. Sometimes I could hear music drift along the passage way from her room but that was all that indicated that she was there.

Saturday arrived and, understandably, Lorraine did not want to go out and leave Chrissy on her own in the house at night. We ordered a Chinese takeaway and settled down to watch a DVD.

At around midnight, just as the movie finished, there was an almighty crash of broken glass from upstairs. I jumped up from my chair and ran to the stairs and shouted up "are you OK Christine?"

I got no answer so I went up to check what had happened. I walked toward Chrissy's room as she appeared at her door. She asked "What was the crash?"

I replied "I thought it was you..."

As I spoke I felt a draft from behind me, and turned to see that the door to Lorraine's and my bedroom was moving in the breeze and I could hear someone shouting. I went in to find that the window was smashed and a large rock was on the carpet amongst the shards of glass that had been the window. I carefully picked my way across the carpet and looked out; Dean was on the front lawn, another rock in his hand, shouting at the house.

I probably touched four stairs on the way down, I landed at the foot of stairs and called for Lorraine to call the police as a rock bounced off the dining room window, Lorraine screamed. She looked at me and asked "What's happening?"

"Dean is trying to rebuild your rockery inside your house, call the police."

Chrissy was half way down the stairs as I got to the front door. She asked "Is that Dean outside?"

I nodded and said "Keep away from the windows."

She saw me reaching for the door lock and said with panic in her voice "Don't go out there, he'll kill you!"

I replied grimly "I hope he tries."

I stepped out through the door as Dean tried again to put a rock through the lounge window. He saw me and ran at me with a look of fury on his face.

I ran to my left then angled round him to provide some space and then he was on me. He was not subtle; he used his huge fists like hammers, trying to hit my face and upper body. I kept moving backwards and blocking and dodging his swinging fists. I could smell alcohol on him and I could see his eyes were bloodshot in the light from the street light.

One of his wild swings caught the top of my left arm and I could feel it go numb almost immediately, fortunately was he was tiring from his initial onslaught and he stopped, hands on knees, watching me move my shoulder. He was grinning malevolently and said "I'm going to fucking rip you apart, you fucking piece of shit."

He ran at me again, swinging his fist back for a roundhouse punch designed to take my head off, but this time I stepped inside the swing and hit his right shoulder hard before stepping back out of his reach.

The punch had hurt him, I could see from the expression on his face as he tried to lift his arm up. He stepped forward more warily and his grin had slipped. He said "Is that karate shit? That's not going to save you!" I did not reply.

He went for me again, this time trying to grab me. I caught his fingers as they got to my shirt, twisted them hard and bent them to force him down, they clicked and he grunted in pain and he started to drop to the floor to stop the pain, but I let go, I hadn't finished with him yet. The police were on the way and I did not want them turning up and seeing that I could have had him in a wrist lock from the start.

Dean was more wary now, the adrenaline had had an affect on the alcohol in his bloodstream and he stood just out of reach, hunched like boxer, massaging his fingers, looking for an opening. I started backing off toward the house, as if to get away from him and he followed me step for step.

When my back hit the garage door I glanced over my shoulder as if I was surprised that I'd reached it, then I looked both ways as if trying to find an avenue of escape. The grin came back to Dean's face and he made his move.

Dean pulled his right shoulder back with his fist at shoulder height, he stepped forward and launched his fist in an arc toward my chest. I pivoted on my left foot and as his right foot touched the floor, and as he transferred his weight to that foot my right heal hit his knee and continued on with a lot of force.

I could hear and feel bone and sinew giving way and I knew that he would not be walking without pain for a long time, if ever.

Due to the momentum of his attack we both went down, but his pain receptors were starting to tell his brain of the damage to his knee and he was not interested in grappling with me. As I got to my feet a hand slipped under my arm pit and helped me up, it was a uniformed policeman. He asked "Are you OK? Are you hurt?"

I shook my head and he led me toward the front door whilst his colleague tried to calm Dean down. He said "I thought you were a goner then, I was on the radio calling for an ambulance and backup. I take it you managed to kick his knee?"

"It was the only thing I could think to do" I replied "I'd run out of places to go to get away from him and I didn't want him starting on the ladies in the house or putting rocks through any more windows."

"Did he break some windows then?"

I was about to point at the bedroom window when Chrissy appeared at the door and ran and threw her arms round me. "I thought he was going to kill you!" she exclaimed "are you badly hurt?"

More for the benefit of the police I said "Not too bad, no broken bones, just bruising, I thought I would be a lot worse."

Untangling her arms from round my neck Chrissy turned to the constable and said "It's a good job you turned up when you did." She was obviously under the misapprehension that the police had stopped Dean from attacking me.

When the policeman said "It was all over by the time we arrived." Chrissy look a little confused.

I pointed up to the broken bedroom window and the policeman made notes in his book. I walked through the door and let Chrissy and the policeman go through into the living room before me. I closed the front door with my left hand and could feel the bruise on my shoulder stiffening the muscle. As I walked through the doorway into living room I rolled my shoulder to keep it from becoming immobile.

The next thing I was nearly knocked off my feet as Lorraine ran into me and hugged me. She yelled "Why did you go out there? You should have waited for the police!" 

"If I had not gone out there then your rockery would have been evenly distributed through your house and you would not have been able to walk barefoot in here for weeks."

She shot back "But he could have really hurt you, or even killed you, I saw the mood he was in!"

I replied "Wasn't going to happen, I can run faster than him."

Her voice softened and cracked "I was so scared; don't ever do anything like that again."

An ambulance arrived and took Dean to hospital, the uniform policeman took statements, starting with me, and while he took Lorraine's and Chrissy's statements I found the number for a 24 hour glazier and called them to come and put some boarding over the bedroom window. It was two thirty am before we got to bed. 



Lucky Alex Ch. 06



Chapter 6

Secrets and Lies

As we lay in bed Lorraine said "You weren't afraid tonight were you? Did you not think that Dean would hurt you?"

I hesitated before replying and then said "No, I wasn't scared and yes I knew Dean would try to hurt me, but I needed to teach him a lesson for what he did to Chrissy, to discourage him from coming back or from doing it to someone else. He has no respect for other people because he has not needed to have; he has been top of the pile with a privileged upbringing, physically bigger and stronger than everyone else, the typical school bully. I pity him really, with the right upbringing he could have been a good guy."

Lorraine rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand and looked at me quizzically. "Is there something you have been keeping from me? I thought you did something with computers."

I smiled and replied "I am the head of an IT department, but I haven't always been a computer nerd. I was a Royal Marine for five years, from when I left school after my A levels until I was twenty three. I also do Ju Jitsu twice a week, that's where I go on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

She sounded surprised "You dark horse. You never mentioned being in the armed forces and how long have you been doing Ju Jitsu? I have never seen a karate suit or whatever it's called."

"You have seen it loads of times, I actually have two, you just call them black tracksuits, but it is a black short sleeved gi, and my belt is usually in my bag. And I have been doing martial arts training of one type of another since I was 12 years old, I am the instructor, or Sensei, at the club."

"Instructor!? Why haven't you mentioned it until now!?"

"Why would I? It's only training, and it's never come up in conversation. I didn't think it was that important...is it?"

She thought about the question "Well no, I suppose not really, I just thought I getting to know you is all...are there any more secrets I should know about?"

I laughed "They aren't secrets; we just haven't spoken about these things before. Do I know everything about you?"

Again she thought and smiled, then said "I suppose not, and you have told me about things when I ask you. I don't think of you as a secretive type but it makes me realise that there is more to you than meets the eye, and that I shouldn't just think of you as a boring computer nerd!"

I exclaimed "You cheeky mare! I will get my revenge for that!" and I pushed her onto her back and straddled her midriff, grabbing her wrists and pinning her down then I kissed her face as she laughed and turned her head from side to side so that I could not kiss her mouth.

She was no wilting flower and she did her best to dislodge me, but with her laughing so hard she finally ran out of breath and gave up, she turned her face toward me to be kissed. Our lips met and I released her arms from my grip and they went around my neck, she opened her mouth and searched for my tongue with hers.

She pulled her mouth from mine and said "Mmmm, you are a softie really, one kiss and you let me go."

"The last bit's true, but I'm definitely not soft, or can't you feel that?" I said with my erection now pressed against her.

"I can definitely feel that, but it's not where I want it to be. Fancy swapping places?"

I rolled off her and she straddled me, hovering her vagina over my erection. She reached down and started to rub my engorged glans up and down her labia, teasing herself and me. I reached up and caressed her breasts and rolled and squeezed her nipples, she groaned and watched my fingers as she moved my erection to rub her clitoris.

Finally she positioned herself with my glans just entering her then she put both of her hands over mine on her breasts then lowered her body so that I was deep inside her then she started to move her hips alternating backwards and forwards and up and down. She closed her eyes and put her head back, saying quietly "That is so good."

Lorraine leaned forward so that we could kiss, her movements less pronounced due to the position, but still strong and rhythmic, and I held her then stroked her back, trailing my finger tips along her spine, she gasped and I felt goose bumps spring up on her body. She softly said "I love what you do with your hands."

She sat back up and increased the pace of her hip movements, I reached back up to her nipples and squeezed gently, she moaned with pleasure and bore down hard on me, forcing me deeper inside her before starting to move again. I watched her face flush as her orgasm started to build and I started to move my hips in time with hers. My own orgasm was building rapidly, I could feel the heat in my loins as my pulse and breathing increased. Lorraine shuddered and fell forward into my arms, we kissed as I continued thrusting into her now soaking hole and I added my seed to her juices.

We stayed like that, gently kissing, until my deflating erection slipped from her, then she moved alongside me, again with her head propped on her hand, making patterns on my chest with the forefinger of her free hand.

Out of the blue Lorraine asked "Do you think Chrissy is attractive?"

The question took me by surprise and I could not see where it was leading, I decided it was pointless lying and replied "Of course I do, how could any heterosexual man not?" I tried a bit of light hearted flattery "I mean she is a younger version of you, and you are gorgeous."

She smiled at the compliment and said "Would you sleep with her?"

"Of course I wouldn't! Why would I even consider jeopardising what we have together, and I would never hurt you or abuse your trust. Anyway I'm sure Chrissy wouldn't even look twice at me."

"She sighed and said "OK, perhaps I didn't put that very well, what I'm asking is will you sleep with Chrissy?"

I looked at her and said "I don't understand."

"Well I think that Chrissy is psychologically hurting, the abuse that Dean subjected her to has affected her badly. I think that some loving attention would restore her faith in love and men."

I could not believe her line of thought "I'm sorry, but don't you think that me coming on to her would make things even worse, possibly destroy completely any faith she might have had!" I responded.

"I know my own daughter. I know she finds you attractive. When we went to the King's Arms she said then that she thought you were dishy and that it was a pity that I met you first. I'm not asking you to jump into bed with her, just take her out, pay her some attention, but if one thing leads to another then I believe that would be a good thing."

I was quiet for a moment, I felt I was in a surreal situation and couldn't quite comprehend what Lorraine was suggesting. I finally replied "Let me get this right. You are asking me to be unfaithful to you with your own daughter to try to treat her depression; depression caused by a man who was physically and mentally abusing her."

"No, it is not like that at all." She said in an exasperated tone of voice "For a start how can you be unfaithful to me if I know about it, unfaithfulness and infidelity are secretive affairs by their very nature. I'm asking you because I know you are thoughtful and kind and generous, the fact we are having this discussion proves that, I know you would treat her how she needs to be treated right now. Imagine if the next man she meets is a complete bastard like Dean, it would destroy her." She paused to let me consider her argument then continued "She needs to get her confidence back, start going out with her friends again, meet people her own age in pubs and clubs like she always used to, all I'm asking is to help start that process."

I said "It's so late it is early." It was about three thirty am by this time. "Go to sleep. You have had a traumatic night and I am certain that you will decide that it is a very bad idea in the cold light of day."

She cuddled into me and said "I don't think so, we'll see."

When I awoke it was turned ten am. My shoulder ached and my eyes felt like I had grit in them. I went and showered and shaved and felt a little better but not much and a cup of strong coffee and some toast and a banana at least gave me a bit of energy but did not improve the dull headache that nagged behind my eyes. I refilled my coffee mug and made a cup of tea and took it in for Lorraine. She was awake but looked almost as bad as I felt, I did not mention the conversation of the night before, believing that I had heard the last of it.

Half way through her tea Lorraine proved me wrong and asked "Have you thought any more about what we were talking about last night?" she studied me over the rim of her teacup.

"No, not really, I can't believe that you are still considering it yourself."

She sighed and said "I just think it would do Chrissy the world of good if you take her out for a meal and pay her a bit of attention."

I could see that she was set on this course, so I decided on a compromise. "Let Chrissy decide, if she wants me to take her out somewhere then I'll take her, but that is it."

Lorraine considered it a moment then said lightly "OK, I'll speak to Chrissy."

The week passed as usual and the subject was not raised and I thought that Lorraine had not dared to speak to Chrissy or that Chrissy had turned her idea down flat but I suspected the latter the most likely outcome. On Wednesday evening as Lorraine and I lay in bed after a wonderful bath and fantastic 69 she said "I've booked a table for you and Chrissy at the Rendezvous on Friday, do you think you can finish you gym session a bit early darling? The table is booked for eight o'clock."

"Chrissy agreed? I don't believe it..."

Lorraine smiled "I said she would, didn't I?" 



Lucky Alex Ch. 07



Chapter 7

Bad Dates and Tall Stories

Friday evening was a surreal experience that will remain in my memory forever. I had hardly seen Chrissy since the Saturday night excitement, she got up after I went to work, she went back to her room before I got in and if I walked into a room she walked out. Hardly an auspicious start to an evening out. 

On Friday evening the cab arrived at the house at seven thirty and we met in the hall by the front door. Chrissy had made a bit of an effort, putting on an understated dark blue dress with matching shoes and bag, but she looked a little haggard, she had lost weight and looked older than her years. She walked toward me with a tight smile then walked out to the taxi without saying a word.

There was almost no conversation in the taxi, and when she did speak she gave monosyllabic answers, I could not draw her into conversation about anything and I was regretting ever agreeing to this charade, Chrissy needed psychiatric help, not a French meal with her Mum's boyfriend.

We got to the restaurant five minutes early and we waited in silence to be shown to our table. The Maitre D' asked for the name of the reservation which we duly gave, and he looked in the diary "Ah yes" he said "table for two, non smoking."

Chrissy replied "No, smoking please."

The Maitre D' consulted his diary and said "Madame is fortunate, we have a cancellation." He showed us to our reallocated table.

We sat, and the Maitre D' asked what we wanted to drink. Chrissy requested a double vodka and tonic and I ordered a white wine. As soon as the Maitre D' had gone she took cigarettes and an expensive looking lighter from her bag and proceeded to light a cigarette and puff nervously at it. She did not look at me once, it was as if I was not there. She picked up the menu the Maitre D' had left and began flicking through it.

I tried to start a conversation again but with the same results as before so I mentally took a deep breath and decided to try a different tack.

I said "I got a 'phone call last week from a friend, Dave, who has had a really tough time in the past year." Chrissy glanced up at me then returned to looking at the menu. "He was involved in a freak accident whilst going to work. He's a plumber and he was working in the centre of London; he had parked his Transit van outside a newsagent to pick up a paper and while he was in the shop some idiot had bent his van's radio aerial so that it was sticking out to the side and unfortunately Dave didn't notice. As he drove along the aerial caught a woman pedestrian across the neck and injured her really badly, the paramedics had to resuscitate her on the side of the road and she was admitted to hospital in a coma."

Chrissy still did not look at me and she made no comment, but she had stopped studying the menu and was listening, I covered a grin and continued.

"Well I don't know if you know, but under British law if someone dies within a year of an accident then the person causing the accident can be tried for manslaughter, if they live for more than a year then it becomes death by misadventure. I didn't know that until Dave told me last week. The injured woman never recovered from the coma and died last Monday, three hundred and sixty days after the accident. Dave had to attend the inquest on Friday."

I stopped and studied the menu, turning the pages as if trying to decide what to order. I said "The rack of lamb sounds really nice."

I could feel Chrissy's eyes looking at me, willing me to continue. I ignored her. Finally she said "What happened?"

"Sorry? Where?" I looked around as if to see if I had missed something in the restaurant.

"Your friend...did he go to prison?"

"What? Oh...no." I looked back down at the menu as if the story was not really that interesting. "He was really lucky, the coroner put her death down to natural causes...but he did say it was the worst case of van aerial disease he had ever seen."

I waited a moment then looked up at Chrissy.

She was trying very hard not to laugh and she was losing, her eyes shone with moistness and I felt myself joining with her laughter. Suddenly the tears welled from her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, her face crumpled and she let out a huge sob. She grabbed a serviette and put it to her face then stood up and fled from the table to the restaurant door.

I quietly said "Shit – didn't expect that." I took my wallet from my pocket, removed twenty pounds for the drinks and turned to leave, stopped and added another ten for the serviette and inconvenience and took off after Chrissy.

I got out of the door and the street was fairly busy with the usual Friday night revelry and I could not see Chrissy. I called Lorraine, but it went to answer machine. I said "If you're there, pick up, I really need to talk to you." 

The phone clicked and Lorraine's concerned voice said "What's happened? Is Chrissy OK?"

I replied tentatively "Er...no, not really, she ran out of the restaurant on me and I can't find her anywhere in the street. I'll check the taxi rank and the bars, but I think she is heading for home. If she turns up there let me know and I'll make my way back."

"What happened, did you say something to her to upset her?" She was starting to sound angry now, which I did not need on top of everything else.

"I told her a joke...it's a long story; the main thing is to find her, if she turns up let me know. In the meantime please don't jump to too many conclusions."

"Sorry, I just feel a bit protective toward her at the moment. Call me if you find her, and I'll call you if she comes back here. Sorry to doubt you, I should know you by now."

I started trawling the bars and the taxi rank with no success. Twenty minutes later my phone text message alert went off, it was a message from Lorraine, Chrissy was at home, she was fine. I went to the cab at the front of the line and headed back with a feeling of relief and trepidation.

When I got back to the house Lorraine and Chrissy were not around, I approached the bedroom and could hear voices so I headed for the kitchen to make myself a sandwich and a cup of tea. I was sitting at the breakfast bar when Lorraine came in and walked over to me and gave me a hug and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Her eyes were moist and it was plain that she had been crying.

She said quietly "Chrissy's in our bed, we have been talking, like we used to talk before." She sighed and put her head on my shoulder. "Chrissy is really sorry about what happened tonight, she has been bottling up all her emotions, not letting anybody into her life. That way she couldn't get hurt. When you made her laugh tonight, it opened the emotional floodgates and she couldn't stop, she needed to let it all out and she needed her Mum, which makes me so much happier. Thank you."

I kissed her head and said "That's fine, as long as she's OK now, perhaps she can start the healing process and get on with her life." I held Lorraine tight and continued "If Chrissy wants to sleep in our bed tonight I will use one of the spare rooms that are made up."

She smiled and said "Thank you for being so understanding." She kissed me again and went back to her daughter.

Next morning I went for a long run and met up with some runners from the local running club, of which I had been a member a couple of years previously. I recognised a few faces and joined them at their steady pace for a couple of miles before rejoining my own route on a bridle path as we passed the gate entrance to it. I find road running boring, which is why I let my club membership expire.

I got back to the house at about nine thirty and Lorraine and Chrissy were not up, I put the coffee percolator on and went for a shower in one of the guest suites.

When I went back to the kitchen for breakfast with a towel round my waist both Lorraine and Chrissy were there in their dressing gowns drinking coffee, they were both laughing. Lorraine and I hugged and kissed our good mornings while Chrissy poured me a coffee and made toast. Lorraine said "Thank you for what you did last night Darling."

Chrissy handed me my coffee and kissed me on the cheek then she looked into my eyes and said "Yes, sorry and thank you"

Chrissy went off to get dressed, leaving Lorraine and me together in the kitchen. I put my coffee down, pulled Lorraine gently to me and kissed her. When our lips parted I asked "How is she doing? She looks a lot happier; it's as if she has lost a couple of years over night."

"She is much happier" she said. "Last night we talked and talked, the sun was coming up when we finally settled down for sleep. We started out talking about sad things, about Dean and the abuse he put her through, and we spoke about Mike and the affairs and the way he treated me but we ended up talking about happy times and good times with the rest of the family. Your name came up quite a bit, your ears should have been burning."

I smiled "All bad I hope."

"Oh yes very, very bad! Because when you're good you're very good, but when you're bad you're better!"

We drank our coffees whilst making plans for the rest of the weekend and we decided that we would go out for lunch and so some shopping and possibly go to the cinema that evening, depending what was on.

I went to get dressed as Lorraine tidied the kitchen. When I came back out, Chrissy was walking past the bedroom door, she was wearing jeans and a simple white blouse and had wet hair, she flashed me a big smile as she went past and she went down the stairs in front of me with a spring in her step that had definitely not been there in the preceding couple of weeks.

Lorraine asked "You look nice. What are you doing for the rest of the day?"

Chrissy replied "I haven't made any plans, I was going to call a couple of friends, let them know that I am still alive and see if they want to meet up. What are you two doing?"

"Lunch out, shopping, cinema, possibly dinner out. Want to come?"

She thought for a moment then said "Yes please, I think I will. I'm hungry, I need some knew clothes and underwear and I haven't been to the cinema for ages. What are you going to see?"

I said "We don't even know what's on, we'll find out when we get there."



Lucky Alex Ch. 08



Chapter 8

A New Start

That was Chrissy's reintroduction to normal life. She spent the next week job hunting and writing her CV on my laptop, she caught up with her friends, spending hours walking round the house with a telephone to her ear and on the following Saturday we went looking for a new car for her. She decided on a sporty yellow Renault Clio with all the extras and Lorraine went to the bank to get a banker's cheque. The car would take one week before it was ready and we made arrangements to pick it up the next Saturday at two pm.

As the next weekend drew near Chrissy began to get excited about her new car, she was very sweet and I could not help but smile at her new enthusiasm, she was already planning her trips out with friends. On Tuesday she had had a job interview at a facilities management company in Croydon and so when on Thursday she got a telephone call to tell her she was successful she was over the moon, it looked like her life was back on its usual happy track.

On Thursday Chrissy was watching TV in the lounge when I got in from training. She gave me a cheerful "Hi, had a good day?" and a big smile when I walked in.

I smiled back "A very good day thank you. Where's your Mum?"

"She went for a bath, she played tennis today for the first time in ages and she aches a bit."

Chrissy turned the TV off and turned on the sofa to talk to me "Alex...can I ask a huge favour of you please?"

"Sure" I nodded, "I'll help if I can."

"You know that you and Mum arranged to take Evie and Elle to the airport tomorrow evening, well the garage has phoned and told me that my car is going to be ready early and I can pick it up tomorrow if I want. They don't close until six, so please, please, please could take me to the garage to pick up my new car instead...please." She put on a pathetic pleading face and batted her eyelids and I had to laugh.

"Sure, no problem, I was only going to keep Lorraine company for the journey back from Gatwick."

"Thanks! I'll tell you what, I still owe you for ruining a nice meal out, lets all go out for dinner tomorrow to celebrate my new car and new job, my treat."

"OK, I don't know what time your Mum will be back though. I'll go and suggest it to her."

I went up to the bedroom, the bathroom door was open and I could hear Lorraine in the bath. I called out to her as I got undressed. "Chrissy has asked me if I would take her to collect her new car tomorrow while you take Evie to the airport. Are you OK with that?"

Lorraine replied "That's fine, I think I can just about manage to find my way to the airport by now."

I laughed and told her about Chrissy's idea that we all go out for dinner when she got back from her taxi service duties.

She called back "Good idea, saves cooking and I can meet you at the restaurant, I should be back by seven thirty, if we book a table for eight...? Where are you thinking of going? Come and join me in the bath and we can talk about it at length...possibly"

The next day after work I drove straight home to pick Chrissy up, she was waiting for me as I pulled up, she looked very excited. She had a handful of compact disc cases and a large envelope and carried a small black leather bag over her shoulder. I noticed that she had had her hair done, she was growing it longer, but her darker roots had been starting to show, now it was all blond and it had been styled so that followed the curve of her face, not quite long enough yet to be a bob but that kind of style, it really suited her in my opinion.

She got into the car and fastened her seat belt, I said "Hi, had a good day? I like what you have done with your hair by the way, really suits you."

"Thank you, I needed a change. The day has gone by too slowly, but having my hair done and sorting out all the insurance has helped. And I bought some new CDs to play in the car."

I drove to the garage and went in with Chrissy to make sure that she could definitely drive the car away. She did all the paperwork and I helped her to inspect the car to ensure there were no glaring faults then she took the keys and got in to adjust the seat and mirrors and to load the CD changer with her new CDs. She opened the window and gave me a huge smile then started the engine and said "See you at home then."

I walked back to my car and got in, I watched Chrissy light a cigarette then she drove to the forecourt exit, gave me another smile and a wave then joined the traffic to make her way home. I started my car and followed her.



Lucky Alex Ch. 09



Chapter 9

Best Laid Plans

When I got home Chrissy's car was outside but she was not around so I assumed she was getting ready to go out. I made a cup of tea then did the same. Half an hour later I walked back downstairs and I listened to the radio as I waited for Chrissy. I was sat on the couch as Chrissy came into the room, she looked fabulous in a purple dress that was short enough to show off her very shapely legs and although high at the neck it had a deep narrow vee that showed off her cleavage and the fact that she was not wearing a bra. I was intrigued as to what was providing support, as she seemed to be defying gravity. She was wearing shoes with at least four inch heals, meaning that her eyes were about the same height as mine and as our eyes met she could see that I found her very attractive and gave a little half smile, holding my gaze a little longer than she should have. She said "Shall we go? We'll be half an hour early, but we can have a drink at the bar and Mum will probably be earlier than half past seven unless the traffic is really bad."

I said "sounds like a plan" and gestured her to leave before me, I watched her walk toward the door and I am certain that she put more emphasis into her hip movement as she walked. If she was then it was definitely having and effect on me, I suddenly felt uncomfortably warm as I followed her out of the front door. 

Chrissy and I were sitting at the bar waiting for Lorraine when her mobile telephone rang, she answered it and said "Hi Mum, are you on your way back?" I watched the smile slip from her face and she turned serious as she listened. "No we're at the restaurant, but it's OK we'll go back home...Are you sure?...OK if you are going to be that late we might as well...OK, love you, hope Evie and Elle are OK, give them my love, Love you, bye."

Chrissy turned to me and said, "Evie and Elle were just about to go through to departures and Evie got a call from her brother, her mother has been taken into hospital with a suspected stroke. Mum is going to take them to the hospital and stay with them for a while."

I said "We had better cancel the table and go home then, we can pick some kind of takeaway on the way home."

Chrissy shook her head "I suggested that but Mum said we might as well eat here, she is going to get something later, the hospital is in Croydon and Mum is going to stay with Evie for a while, until they know what the situation is, so it's going to be some time before she gets home."

We talked about Evie and Elle for a while, Elle was Evie's daughter she was a little over a year older than Chrissy and they went to different Schools, but they became close friends in their late teens as the years age gap mattered less as they got older. Evie's husband had died in an industrial accident when Elle was only ten years old. Elle had spent a lot of time with her grandmother after her Dad died so that Evie could carry on working. Chrissy had met Elle's grandmother on a couple of occasions, and she remembered her being very nice.

A waiter informed us that our table was ready and we picked up our drinks and followed him to a four place table in the non-smoking area of the restaurant. Chrissy said to the waiter "Actually there are only two of us now, would you have a table for two in the smoking area?" she turned to me "I'm sorry Alex, do you mind?"

I said no and the waiter went back to check the booking diary. "We have two tables available, do you want to be next to the window or the stairs?"

Chrissy replied "Window please." He led us up the stairs to a window seat overlooking the main street.

I held Chrissy's chair for her then sat facing her. The waiter informed us of the dishes of the day and left us to browse through the menu. I watched Chrissy as she looked through the menu. She put a finger to her mouth and tapped her lips and I smiled. She must have felt me watching her because looked up and smiled in reply.

"What are you smiling at?" she asked.

"You tap your lips when you are thinking, just like your Mum."

She smiled wider and said "Do I? I didn't even know I did it, I'll be really aware of it from now on." She went back to studying the menu.

We made our decisions and while we waited for the waiter Chrissy lit a cigarette.

I said "Your Mum is not too happy about you starting to smoke again."

She pulled a face and said "I know, but we have spoken about it and she understands."

I raised an eyebrow in question "Because of the stress that the break up with Dean put you under?"

"Not really," she replied, "it was more a statement of identity, it was my smoking, or more accurately his reaction to it, that was the beginning of the end of our relationship, it made me realise just what sort of man that he is."

"How so?"

She shrugged and drew on her cigarette before answering "He decided that I should stop, I had no intention of stopping, all my friends smoke, I enjoy smoking, we have a shelter at work, like a bus shelter with doors, where a gang of seven of us go for a smoke, and we have a laugh there. One evening at home he said that it was time for me to stop and he took my cigarettes out of my bag and crushed them and threw them in the bin."

"What did you say?"

"I asked him how dare he decide what I do or don't do, to which he replied that he was helping me."

"What did you do about it?"

"Next day I just bought another pack on my way to work. He must have had someone checking on me, he went through my bag again but I had put them in my brief case, he found them there and did the same again. I went to buy some more the next day, but when I went to pay I realised that he had taken my money and cards out of my purse."

None of this surprised me, knowing his bullying character. I said "What a nice man he is, but none of what you're saying really surprises me."

"Well, that night we had a blazing row and I demanded my cards and money back, he told me that there was no way I was going to get them until I had given up smoking, so I went to leave. He tried to stop me and I struggled to get away from him so he slapped me round the face, that was the first time he hit me. He hit me for one reason or another every night for the next week; because a friend had given me cigarettes at work a couple of days, because I burnt his dinner, because I had been on the phone to Elle instead of having his dinner ready...for that he locked the phones in his desk and punched me so hard in the ribs it was hard to breathe. He always apologised afterwards, said he wouldn't do it again."

She had obviously started to come to terms with the past, she was angry but not more than she could handle, her voice was level and quiet. I said "At least you can talk about it now...and I understand you wanting to smoke, to reaffirm your identity, not be what he wanted to make you become."

She gave a tight smile "Exactly, as I say Mum understands...anyway she's a bit of a hypocrite, she used to smoke, she and Evie were young when they started, Mum was twelve, Evie was thirteen."

"I didn't know your Mum smoked, when did she stop?"

"Four years ago, when I went to Uni. And it was partly her fault that I started...sort of...she sort of encouraged me."

This was the longest conversation I had had with Chrissy, and I could see her relaxing, talking about what happened and her past was obviously having a cathartic effect so I encouraged her to continue.

I asked her "Really? What happened?"

At that moment the waiter arrived with our starters, she had ordered the pate and I had ordered goats cheese.

We started eating and then Chrissy continued her story. "When I was fourteen my Mum and I went shopping with Auntie Evie, as I called her then, and Elle, we went into town for holiday clothes and swimsuits and the like. We weren't going on holiday together but we were all going at the same time."

She paused for a mouthful of French toast and pate. "We met in town at mid morning and decided to go for a coffee before shopping. We went into a café and when we ordered drinks Elle, who was really cool in my eyes, took out cigarettes and offered them round, I was last to be offered and when Elle got to me she was talking to Evie so didn't notice me looking at my Mum and the packet and back. Mum just said quietly 'up to you, have one if you want one', so I took one. She was watching me as Elle gave me a light, but I had tried smoking at parties so I didn't turn green and choke, like I had done the first time I inhaled!"

She ate some more pate then pushed her plate away. "That was it really, we all sat there smoking, and I really liked the feeling of being included, it was the first time that I felt like an adult, making small talk, smoking and drinking coffee. When we stopped outside a shop later Mum passed round cigarettes and I had one then as well. When we went for lunch Mum and I went into the ladies and she passed me an unopened packet of cigarettes from her bag and said that I had better have them so that I could 'stand my round'. The rest is history really."

I said "What did your Dad say when he found out? Wasn't he angry?"

"Dad? No! He didn't say a thing, he didn't particularly bother what I did. He smokes anyway, usually cigars. In fact they bought me this lighter" she held up her cigarette lighter "it was for my fifteenth birthday, it has the date engraved on it. I had a white gold one like it, I bought it in Hong Kong, but Dean has probably sold it by now. This one was still in my room at home. Actually I thought that you would have a go at me about smoking, being so fit and everything."

I smiled "What you do is up to you, actually I find the sight of an attractive woman smoking quite sexy."

"Really? What, like a fetish you mean? I've heard of that before, one of my friends at Uni used to love to smoke during sex, but she couldn't find a boyfriend who was cool with it."

I pulled a face "No, I wouldn't go that far, it can just look sexy."

"I think I know what you mean. Do you think I look sexy when I smoke?"

I smiled and said "I think you look sexy no matter what you do."

She blushed slightly and said "You can't flirt with me, you're my Mum's boyfriend!"

I laughed and said "I don't think flirting is against the rules, do you?"

She looked at me sheepishly and said "Mum actually suggested that I spent the night with you on that terrible night when we last tried to go out for dinner."

I shook my head and said "I know, she told me that was what you needed, some male company and loving attention from someone you could trust, I said that it would cause more harm than good, your Mum's boyfriend trying to seduce you."

She laughed and said "You were right, I ran out on you because you made me laugh, imagine what I would have done if you had tried to make a move on me!"

The main course arrived, Chrissy had ravioli and I had tagliatelle carbonara and we were both quiet for a while as we ate. I ordered another glass of wine for Chrissy and I had sparkling mineral water as I was driving.

We made idle small talk while we ate, about work and ambitions, dreams and directions. Chrissy said that she wanted to settle down and have children in three or four years time, well before she was thirty. She said "I want to meet someone like you, Mum is very lucky this time round. She doesn't stop talking about you, she says you make her feel like a teenager again."

I blushed, wondering how much her Mum had told her, I know they did not have many secrets. Chrissy saw my blush and laughed, guessing my thoughts. She said "She told me about when you kissed her...and the rest... in front of the house on your first date. I think that was really sexy. I think my Mum has a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her, I know I have. I'm not talking about anything kinky, but you know, the risk of getting caught and stuff. I wouldn't have been able to resist if you had done that to me!"

We finished our main course and decided against a sweet. We ordered coffee and Chrissy had a large Cognac. She lit a cigarette and I swear she tried to look even more sensuous as she inhaled and then turned her head to exhale, aware of me watching her every move, with the suggestion of a smile on her lips.

My mobile phone vibrated in my pocket and I surreptitiously removed it to read the text. It was Lorraine, Evies Mum was going to be OK and Lorraine was going to take Evie and Elle home to their house and was going to stay over and take them to the hospital in the morning. She asked me to get Chrissy to telephone her when we left the restaurant. I passed the phone to Chrissy for her to read the message.

We finished our drinks, paid, and headed back to my car, it was getting dark. Chrissy 'phoned Lorraine as we walked. "Hi Mum, is Elle's Nanny Helen OK?...Good...Shame about their holiday, but better than finding out when they were out there...Yes we're going back to the car now...lovely meal thanks, really enjoyed the evening...Mum! You can't say that!...No! Of course not!...We'll talk tomorrow, call me when you get out of the hospital...let me know if you are staying over tomorrow as well and I'll bring some stuff over and catch up with Elle. Give my love to them both please...No! Good night!"

I looked at Chrissy, she was putting her telephone away and getting a cigarette. "What was your Mum saying?" I asked.

"I can't tell you, she is too embarrassing!" She stopped to shield her cigarette while she lit it and I waited for her while she put her cigarettes and lighter back in her bag. She stepped up to me and put her arm through mine as we set off again. She said "That wine cognac has gone to my head now I'm out in the fresh air.

I tried again "Go on, tell me, what was your Mum saying that was so embarrassing?"

She drew on her cigarette then said quietly "Can't you guess?"

I looked at her and said "Yes, I probably can..."

We walked in silence back to the car, a tension between us now. I opened the door for her and she took a last pull on her cigarette, dropped it on the pavement and stood on it before getting into the car. I walked round the car and got in, I could smell her cigarette smoke, cognac and perfume, not an unpleasant smell. I closed the door and turned the ignition key, the interior light went out and we were in relative darkness. We sat like that for probably fifteen seconds, but it seemed like an eternity, finally Chrissy said "Well?"

I knew what she was asking but I needed to hear it "Well what?" I asked.

"Do you want to spend the night with me?" She asked quietly "We have my Mum's blessing if you want to..."

"Yes I do." I said

She let out a sigh of relief "Thank you, I don't know what I would have done if you had said no!"

We turned to face each other and our eyes met in the semidarkness of the closest streetlight some way up the deserted street, then we were kissing, our tongues entwining, our hands on each others faces, caressing and stroking. I moved my hand down to her breasts and tried to squeeze them through the material, there was a hardness, like a rigid bra cup under the material.

Chrissy reached through the deep vee neck of her dress and pulled on something that she dropped into the footwell of the car then she guided my hand inside her dress to her bare flesh. She reached into the other side and did the same. She broke our kiss and said "Self adhesive bra cups, sorry!"

I said "I thought you had invented anti gravity" and gently rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, she sighed and then kissed me harder.

I broke the kiss and moved my lips down to her breasts, moving the material of her dress to one side with my hand, teasing her nipples with my tongue and gently nibbling with my teeth. She was groaning now and squirming on the seat. I moved my hand down to her thighs and ran my hand up toward her panties, she was wearing stockings but the hold up type, there were no straps of a suspender belt. I teased her, running my finger tips around the bare flesh of her upper thighs and lightly across her panties. Her breath was ragged and she was groaning more loudly, she slid down into her seat slightly and opened her thighs, trying to push herself onto my hand. I gently pulled the gusset of her panties to one side, it was soaking, an inserted a finger into her dripping wet hole, then a second finger, I started to move my hand, gently at first but increasing the pace gradually as I sucked and nibbled her nipples. I teased her clitoris with my thumb, just brushing it at first, a fleeting contact with my thumb tip as I pushed my fingers deep inside her, then gradually leaving my thumb there longer and adding more pressure until I was massaging her clitoris, her breaths were coming in gasps and her hips were grinding in the car seat.

Chrissy could not take that kind of attention for long and she put her hands on either side of my face and lifted my head to kiss her and as our lips met, her body shuddered and she broke the kiss in order to breathe and groan as her orgasm overtook her. As she came down from her high she put her hand on mine and kept it inside her as we kissed gently. She removed her lips from mine and said breathlessly "I didn't expect that, but it was just what I needed."

I slowly took my fingers from inside her and she moaned softly. I put them in my mouth and sucked them and she moaned again as she watched "Oh that is so sexy!" She said in a low voice. She took my fingers from my mouth and put them into hers and sucked gently. I removed my fingers, kissed her and started the car. 

Chrissy put her hand on my thigh and we drove in silence for a while then she asked "What did my Mum say to you when she suggested that you take me out on a date a couple of weeks ago?"

I glanced at her before deciding to reply with an edited version of the truth, "She said that you needed some trustworthy male company to restore your confidence in love and men."

She laughed and said "She was right, but I didn't believe her. She knew you would be the right man as well." She paused then added quietly "Actually Mum suggested that I should seduce you and spend the night with you that night, but there was no way I could have gone near you then, not so soon after what Dean had done, I was a nervous wreck. Actually, I thought she was mad, the only reason I decided to go out that night was to prove a point and to stop her from trying to pry into my life; I felt she was trying rub my nose in the failure of my first real relationship. Now I realise that she was just trying to help and that she was genuinely concerned for me."

"She was distraught." I said, "She was very concerned about your mental state, she was so, so relieved when you got back that night and finally talked to her."

"I didn't even know that I had got it all bottled up, I had shut down all my emotions." She was talking very quietly now, and I had to strain to hear her over the noise of the car and the road. "Still," she said more loudly as she came out of her reverie "thanks to you and your stupid joke I am just about to go home and keep you awake all night while I catch up with my love life all at once!" She giggled and it was infectious, I had to smile at her and she moved her hand to the expectant bulge in my trousers. "My, you are excited!" she said with a laugh. "Just you wait 'til I get you home!"

Another couple of minutes and we were pulling into the drive, Chrissy still had her hand on my erection as I pushed the button on my key fob that opened the garage door; as Lorraine was away there was room in the garage for my car.

I drove into the garage and pushed the 'close' button on the fob and shut off the car engine. Before the door was closed we were kissing and Chrissy was struggling with the zip of my trousers. I opened the door and got out of the car, Chrissy got out the other side and we met in front of the car and started to kiss and urgently tug on each others clothes.




Lucky Alex Ch. 09



I slid the straps of Chrissy's dress from her shoulders while she was undoing my belt buckle and she stopped and let the dress fall over her arms to the floor then went back to my belt and trouser button while I caressed her breasts, but we did not stop kissing.

My trouser button came undone and Chrissy bent her knees to push my trousers to my ankles, bringing her face level with my erection, she kissed my glans and circled it with her tongue, before standing up again. "That was just to keep your interest up" she said with a wicked smile.

"I can assure you, you have my undivided attention!" I replied as I struggled to get my shoes off from under my bunched up trousers using just my feet. She put both arms round my neck and kissed me as I finally got my shoes off and stepped out of my trousers and pants. I managed to lose the socks in the same manner.

I pulled her to me, pressing my erection against her tummy and she said "Mmmm, lets go and do something with that shall we?" She stepped away from me toward the door from the garage to the house. "Coming?" She asked?

"Not quite, but I'm sure you can soon remedy that." I replied and followed her, she held her hand out, I took it and she led me through the house toward the stairs. We stopped three times on the way to the bedroom in order to kiss and caress each other's bodies, as if we could not go too long without confirming our intentions.

We got to Lorraine's and my bedroom and Chrissy led me through the open door and stopped beside the bed, she turned the bedside light on, then turned to me and said quietly "You don't mind us using your bed do you? I'm sure Mum would be OK with it."

I hesitated; I was uncomfortable with what we were doing even if I was powerless to stop it now. I was full of conflicting emotions but the emotion that won through was lust. I justified my actions by telling myself I would never have let things get this far with Chrissy if Lorraine had not asked for it to happen in the first place and I ignored the fact that I thought her thinking was flawed. I was naked and about to make love to one of the most beautiful women I had ever known.

My reply to Chrissy was in the form of a kiss, with my tongue entering her mouth and her tongue entwining with mine. She pulled me toward the bed and we manoeuvred ourselves without breaking our kiss. She moved her body in such away that she indicated that she wanted me to lie on my back, and as I did so she straddled me and gently lowered herself on to me. Her eyes were closed and her hands on my chest as she took my whole length inside her, the heat of her soaking wet sex made me groan with pleasure as she engulfed my erection and forced herself down on me as hard as she could. She opened her eyes and smiled at me "That feels so good; you can't know just how great that feels. I don't want to move, I just want to savour how you feel inside me."

She lowered her face down to mine and we kissed. She raised her head slightly and said "I just needed to be on top for a while, I need to feel in control...it's the first time since...you know... you don't mind do you?"

"No, I have no complaints at all." I replied and started to roll my hips slightly, moving in and out of her in short strokes.

"Mmmm, I thought I was supposed to be in control here...Oh, don't stop!" She said as I stopped the movement of my hips.

I continued the movement as she kissed me again, and I gently increased the stroke and the pace. Chrissy's eyes fluttered closed and though our lips were together she had stopped moving them, concentrating instead on what was happening lower down her body.

Chrissy started to move her own body back and forth in time with my own movements, her movements added to mine meant that I was nearly all the way out, just the tip still inside her, then my whole shaft sliding back in as far as it would go.

Her mouth came away from mine, her breathing becoming uneven. I could feel the same pressures at work in my own body, the heat building in my groin, my senses heightened, I could feel the involuntary increase in the pressure of Chrissy's fingernails in my shoulders, I could feel the little tremors traveling through her body and see the skin of her beautiful face start to flush a delicate pink.

At that moment Chrissy opened her eyes and looked into mine, the expression on her face is one I'll remember forever, a look of total pleasure, eyes shining, mouth slightly open and with the hint of a smile, just before her orgasm took her to another level of pleasure.

She arched her back as her muscles stiffened. Her muscles contracting on my engorged shaft sent my own orgasm to join hers, and as she felt my seed erupt into her she called out "Oh yes! Alex I need that! Oh yes, fantastic!"

Our orgasms faded and she lowered her lips back to mine as her body relaxed. We stayed like that, kissing gently, for what seemed like ages, with my subsiding erection twitching inside her. She gave a little moan every time it happened. She started moving her body gently backward and forward again, not enough to stop our kissing, then she raised her upper body off mine, just enough so that as she moved, her nipples rubbed on my chest, and I felt them stiffen. My erection stopped subsiding, and she smiled as we kissed. She lifted her head and said "I told you I was going to keep you up all night!"

She climbed off me and turned round, lifting her leg so that she could straddle my face, then she lowered her face down to my erection, slick with our juices, and started to lick along its length, I gasped and enjoyed the sensation for a while before lifting my head and applying my tongue to her soaking labia and clitoris. She paused in what she was doing for a moment before lowering her mouth over my aching erection.

We stayed like that, giving pleasure to each other; I brought my hands round so that I could insert two fingers whilst I alternated applying my tongue to her labia and her clitoris. In turn she alternated between licking my shaft and taking it deep into her mouth. I could feel her breathing quicken as she moved her lips up and down my shaft, the air from her nostrils passing over my erection made wet by her saliva was causing a wonderful cooling sensation. I increased the pace of my fingers and tongue pressure on her clitoris and Chrissy began moving her hips up and down. She stopped moving her mouth up and down my shaft, just held the glans between her lips, moving her head from time to time when she could allow her thoughts back to what she was doing.


Chrissy's juices began to flow down onto my tongue and I swapped the position of my fingers and tongue, quickly rubbing her clitoris with my fingers while I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could. I felt more than heard the noise of her "Mmmmm" as she reached her third orgasm of the evening, as her lips were still around my shaft, and it was a wonderful feeling.

Once Chrissy's orgasm had subsided she could concentrate more fully on my erection in her mouth and she went back to with renewed interest, using her hands on my shaft and sac. With all that attention, and after the effect that Chrissy's own orgasm had had on me, it was not long before I could feel my own orgasm approaching. Chrissy must have sensed it too as she slowed right down and took her hands away, just gently bobbing her head up and down over my shaft just below my glans. She released my glans and held my shaft gently while she paid attention to the rim of my glans by circling it with her tongue.

Chrissy expertly kept me on the edge of orgasm for what must have been five minutes, until I could hold out no longer. Chrissy heard me groan and placed her mouth over my shaft and slowly slid down and back up as I ejaculated hard. 

As my breathing recovered Chrissy knelt up and went to lift her leg over my face, as she moved I lifted my head and kissed her full on her labia and she paused to enjoy my kiss then she moved and lay down along side me. She smiled and said "That was fantastic, I like a man who enjoys oral sex."

"And I thought you were such an innocent young lady." I said as I lay back on the pillow and closed my eyes, exhausted.

She laughed "I'm no lady! Whatever gave you that idea? And don't even think about going to sleep! I haven't finished with you yet. I'm going to go and get a drink of water and my cigarettes...on second thoughts you had better go or you'll be asleep by the time I get back, and that won't do at all!"

She nudged me "Go on, off you go. My cigarettes are in my bag and I think my bag must still be in the car. I didn't seem to have anything with me by the time I got into the house...and pick up an ashtray while you're gone. Go on..."

I smiled at her as I got out of bed and said "Yes Ma'am. You are a very hard task master!"

With a last push she said "You ain't seen nothing yet, wait until you get back..."

I found Chrissy's bag and collected most of our clothes, got two glasses of water and an ashtray from the kitchen and went back up to the bedroom. Chrissy smiled as I walked in with my hands full and our clothes over my shoulder.

We settled back in the bed, sat back against the head board with our drinks and Chrissy lit a cigarette.

She turned to me and said "Are you tired?"

I replied "A bit, you're right I probably would have gone to sleep if I hadn't gone for the drinks, but that's just the male 'sleep after sex' reflex, why, are you tired?"

She exhaled smoke from her cigarette and replied "I am a bit tired, but I want to make the most of tonight. I didn't realise how much I needed physical love, I mean I was going through the motions with Dean, but it wasn't love, it was just physical release. I couldn't see that until after I left, and you have just confirmed it. This is erotic, exciting, but tender, and is exactly what I need. Mum knew; we are very alike, my Mum and I, and she knew. I still don't think you are completely comfortable with it though, are you?"

I considered my words carefully before answering, I did not want to ruin what we had tonight and the closeness of this moment. I watched Chrissy inhale and then exhale a long plume of smoke and said "I am still worried that when Lorraine knows she will change toward me, our relationship has got to change hasn't it? After something like this?"

Chrissy turned to me and smiled "There are still some things you don't know about my Mum. You'll understand her in time I'm sure."

She took another pull on her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray next to her then she turned and said "Right, where were we? Oh yes, I was just about to get you to take me doggy style..." she kissed me and ran her hand down my body.

The next morning I awoke as the sun streamed in through the curtains that were being opened by Chrissy, I could smell coffee, toast, cigarettes and perfume.

"Good morning lover, it is a new day and it is beautiful! One night with me and you don't seem quite so bright eyed and bushy tailed!"

I pushed myself to a sitting position and my eyes adjusted to the brightness and said "Good morning. I don't think I have slept that heavily for years, I didn't hear you get up. What time is it?"

I looked at Chrissy as she brought coffee and toast round to my side of the bed.  She was wearing one of my tee shirts which nearly came down far enough to cover her bottom, but not quite, her hair was tousled but she looked full of fun and mischief. She had a freshly lit cigarette between the finger tips of the hand that carried the plate. She put the cup and plate on my bedside table then sat on the side of the bed next to me, gave me a radiant smile and leaned to kiss me, she tasted of fresh coffee and cigarettes. She sat back and said "It's ten a.m. Actually I'm not fantastic myself, for some reason my back legs don't work properly, any ideas why that might be?"

I pretended to think for a few seconds then replied "You don't think it might be because you were abusing a certain part of my anatomy until turned three o'clock this morning?"

She laughed and said "I'd like to climb into bed and abuse it some more, but I spoke to Mum ten minutes ago and she will be home at about eleven thirty, I don't really want her to come in and get her stuff sorted out with us in her bed. You could get your coffee finished and join me in the shower though...?" She drew on her cigarette and looked at me with a questioning look on her face.

"I'd love to, you finish your cigarette while I finish my coffee and have a couple of mouthfuls of this toast and I'll come and scrub your filthy body clean..."

She laughed and said in a passable May West accent "Lover, it ain't my body that's filthy, that would be my mind, and there ain't enough soap in the world to scrub that clean!"

I smiled and said "I'm surprised you know who Mae West is."

"The power of video...I think Mum has every movie she made, and Carey Grant, Humphrey Bogart and Marilyn Monroe...I was brought up on black and white movies. Probably one of the reasons I smoke, I've always associated smoking with sexy, glamorous, Holywood stars, from my earliest happy memories of sitting on the sofa on wet Sunday afternoons watching TV with my Mum."

We chatted like that until I had finished my toast and coffee, then I got out of bed and stretched. Chrissy reached out and ran her hand down the taught muscles of my back and backside. "Mmm, nice bum!" she said. She moved her finger to a scar on my waist, about an inch long and quite prominent as it had not started its healing process in the best conditions.

"Did you get this when you were in the Army?" She asked.

"I was in the Navy, and yes, a piece of flying metal caused that before it hit my friend in the chest. His scar is a lot more impressive than mine."

Chrissy looked puzzled "Mum said you were a soldier."

"Royal Marine, much better than soldiers! I'll have to talk to your Mum and explain the difference, I can't have her putting round the nasty rumour that I was in the Army! I'm going for a shower, coming?"

"Oh I do hope so!" she replied with a glint in her eye. "Lead on soldier boy."

We spent twenty slippery, fun minutes in the shower. We must have tried every position possible in a shower cubicle, all the time laughing and slipping, some positions were very good and we stayed like that for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sensation, others we could not hold because there was insufficient space or we were too slippery to hold onto each other, and once, while I was trying to enter her while we faced each other and she stood on the sides of the shower tray, I began to get cramp in my calf which Chrissy found very funny and I ended up laughing with her while I stretched my leg out.

Chrissy kissed me and said "I'm going to get dressed, see you in a bit. Got to leave a little bit of your energy for my Mum...she will have missed you!" and with that she was gone, grabbing a towel from the rail and blowing me a kiss as she left. 



Lucky Alex Ch. 10



Chapter 10

Acceptance

I towelled myself down, me erection slowly deflating enough so that I could put boxers and a pair of jeans on. It was with more than a little apprehension as I went downstairs to make coffee and wait for Lorraine to get back. I suddenly remembered my car was in the garage and while the coffee brewed I went to move it onto the drive so that Lorraine could park in the garage.

Just as I was about to close the garage door, I heard tyres on gravel and Lorraine turned into the driveway. I waved and stood to one side so that she could reverse into her parking space. She waved and smiled as she started to reverse and I smiled and waved in return. She stepped down from the seat of the Range Rover into my embrace, she kissed me full on the lips, her tongue searching for mine, and when we stopped she said "I've missed you. Is there anything left of you after Chrissy has finished with you?"

I gave her a puzzled luck "How do you know that Chrissy has had any of me?"

She looked at me with surprise on her face "Didn't Chrissy tell you that I called earlier? She told me about your night together, she sounded pretty happy about it, aren't you?"

She turned and reached reached back into the car for her hand bag and jacket. She closed the car door and turned back to me, she must have seen the slightly uncomfortable look on my face and she laughed "Look, it was a good thing that you did, spending the night with Chrissy, I thank you for it. We'll talk about it later if you want to, I need a coffee, a shower and fresh clothes, in that order."

We found Chrissy in the kitchen drinking coffee and smoking, a smile lit her face when she saw Lorraine and they hugged. Chrissy said "How is Elle's Nanny Helen? And how are Evie and Elle doing?"

"Helen is recovering, it was a stroke, luckily fairly minor, and she should make a full recovery. She is still a bit weak down one side but she is sitting up in bed telling Evie and Elle that they should not have cancelled their holiday."

Lorraine poured two coffees from the coffee jug and continued "Elle should still be at home, why don't you give her a call? I'm sure she would love to hear from you."

Chrissy said "I will, then I'll give Linzi a call, I might go out for a drink tonight, if she fancies it. Give you two the evening together without me being in your way!"

When Chrissy had left the room, dialling Elle's number as she walked, Lorraine passed me a coffee and said "We obviously need to talk about things, you are standing there with a huge frown on your face and not saying a word. What is the problem?"

I took a deep breath and consciously relaxed the frown on my face "Where do you want to start? Guilt, confusion, uncertainty...I have never been in this situation, it just seems...wrong."

"What have you got to feel guilty about? Is this still about being unfaithful? We have discussed this, I told you, you can't be unfaithful if I asked you to be with Chrissy."

"But she is your daughter, I shouldn't have done it, what is this going to do to our relationship?"

Lorraine now looked confused "Why should our relationship change? Are you saying you want to be with Chrissy now?"

"No, of course not...I want to be with you, but you spent one night away and I jumped into bed with your daughter!"

"Would you I have done it if I hadn't asked you to?"

"No, of course not, I told you that when you first suggested it."

"So what is the point of this conversation?"

"You are so exasperating! You keep swinging the argument round as if I should feel that it's totally natural for me to sleep with your daughter!"

"That is the idea..."

"But it isn't!"

"And you can't give me a valid reason why not and I can't see what the problem is, though I do think it quite sweet that you do have a problem with it. Comforting in a way...I would think a lot of men would love to be in the position you are in. Let's discuss this in the bath." She kissed me to stop me from replying, then took my hand and headed for the stairs.

As we headed for the bathroom I went over in my mind the occurrences of the last couple of weeks, and their effect on the relationships between Lorraine , Chrissy and I. We reached the bedroom and I noticed Lorraine's furtive glance at me as she went through to start the bath running.

As if by mutual agreement we undressed in silence, not starting the discussion until we were settled in the bath, facing one another. Lorraine looked nervously at me, sitting with her chin on her knees, as I took a deep breath and launched into voicing my thoughts.

"I think...feel...believe that we have something really special. When I first met you I didn't think that our relationship was possible, we are from such different backgrounds, and way of life. Even when we did go out I thought you were just after a bit of excitement, until I met you I had never been involved in your circle of friends and business associates." Lorraine started to speak but I held my hand up and she went quiet again.

"Now we are together, I don't want to lose you. I love you..."

Lorraine did interrupt now and said quickly "and I love you..." but she could see I hadn't finished and allowed me to continue.

"Thank you, that is the first time we have told each other, which is odd timing, it being the day after I slept with your daughter. If all were what I would call 'normal' here, you should be screaming at me to get out and never come near you or Chrissy again and I would totally understand, I would pack my gear and go back to my apartment. Instead I am sharing a bath with you and feeling very guilty and you are trying to put my mind at rest by telling me everything is as it should be. The problem that I am having is getting things in perspective; is sex so inconsequential to you that it doesn't matter that I slept with your daughter, or do you not care form me enough that it doesn't matter that I slept with your daughter, either way it seems to me that we did not have what I thought we had together and that our relationship will change in some way, if it survives at all." I have to say that the last sentence came out with a lot of emotion causing my throat to constrict and the words to come out like they did not want to leave my lips.

Lorraine looked stricken "I didn't know you would react like this, I'm sorry. Because sex with you is so easy, so natural, I thought that it would be like that with Chrissy as well, and that it was what she needed, I didn't even think about the emotional effects on you, on our relationship. I love Chrissy unconditionally, like a mother would, because you and I are so close I couldn't comprehend that your love would not be the same."

I felt there was more but Lorraine was silent. I was about to speak when she started again, like she had been deciding something and trying to get the words right in her mind before uttering them. She spoke quietly and uncertainly.

"I have never told anyone this, and I am not certain that this is the ideal time to tell you, but I need you to understand my thinking. With hindsight I do understand your feelings and I love you even more for them, the fact that our relationship means so much to you and that you feel it is not so special to me." She hesitated as if she still was not certain that she wanted to voice her thoughts, then she made up her mind and carried on. "I have a – I don't know what to call it – a fetish, a fantasy? Neither of those accurately describe it really. I am turned on by the thought of people I know having sex, just to know they are having good sex really arouses me, if I can hear them the feeling is even more intense. The thought of you and Chrissy together was almost unbearable, the fact that I know what you are like and imagining what you would do together...I could not leave myself alone last night and I wasn't even certain if you had spent the night together."

My feelings were in turmoil, there was revulsion, excitement, guilt and disbelief. Lorraine was telling me that she had asked me to sleep with her daughter for her own sexual fulfilment by proxy, I hoped that it was because of the closeness of our relationship that she could, and wanted, to do that, revulsion that she could use me and her daughter to those ends and guilt that I had allowed myself to be used for those ends but underlying all of these feelings and emotions was the sexual excitement of knowing that Lorraine was sexually aroused by my night with Chrissy.

Something was niggling at the back of my mind "Does Chrissy know about this?" I asked.

"I think she suspects. Why do you ask?"

"Just something she said. When I voiced my concerns about what might happen between you and me she said 'you don't know everything about my Mum, you will' I did not understand what she was talking about, but I think I do now."

The water was cooling in the bath and Lorraine opened the hot tap to heat it back up. She stared at the water as it cascaded in, causing a hot spot next to my leg. She asked quietly "What are you going to do?"

"I think I understand you better now, and though I'm still not completely comfortable with what happened I don't feel so guilty. I am pretty certain Chrissy knew what she was doing and that I wasn't taking advantage of her, and I was not being unfaithful to you." Another thought occurred to me. "Is this how you could forgive your husband his unfaithfulness? Because you could imagine him being with another woman?"

"No way, not at all, give me some credit. His sordid little affairs were exactly that, without my agreement, the other woman was always a rival for my love and time. I let him have his dalliances because all he was doing was allowing his urges to control him, and although those urges were no worse than mine, I suppose, I didn't act on them and go creeping round listening or watching my friends have sex together – not intentionally anyway...but that's another story..."

I could see the look on Lorraine's face relaxing as she saw that I was coming to terms with what had happened over the last couple of days. She leaned forward and I met her half way and we kissed. She put her hand on my face and we looked into each others eyes as the soft kiss became several and they became one long kiss.

Only time could tell if our feelings for one another had changed and how that would affect our relationship.



Lucky Alex Ch. 11



Chapter 11

Natural Progression

Over the next few weeks life continued normally, work, training and time together with Lorraine, life was very good. I even took up tennis and golf, both of which I thoroughly enjoyed and we managed to play both on as many weekends as we could while the weather held.

Chrissy started to spend more time with her friends, exactly as Lorraine had predicted, going to clubs and even a few dates with men that she met at work and whilst socialising. There was talk of getting a flat closer to work or possibly moving in with a friend, but Lorraine said there was no rush and to just enjoy herself for now. As for the relationship between Chrissy and me, we flirted and shared a kiss from time to time but nothing more. In those intimate moments she would give me a small, knowing smile as she moved away.

My 34th birthday was Friday 25th September and a couple of days before Lorraine asked if I was doing anything with my friends from work or the club. I said that we were going for a drink after work but that I would not be late. She smiled and said "Good, I thought I might make you dinner for a change."

I replied "That would be fantastic, I was going to suggest we went out somewhere, but dinner in would be even better."

"OK, shall we say eight o'clock? That should give you time to time to get home from the pub."

"That should fine." I replied, I'll probably be earlier than that, most people from my department want to get home on a Friday."

"Give me a call when you are on your way home and I will run you a bath and pour you a glass of something."

As Friday arrived I found myself looking forward to the evening. I caught the train in so that I could have a drink in the evening. Most of the IT department turned up at the pub along with a couple of people from the finance department and by six o'clock a few people from the Ju Jitsu club had shown up as well and a good time was had by all. By seven o'clock some of the younger members of the department were trying to persuade me to go on to a club, and as much as I was tempted I did not want to mess up my planned evening with Lorraine, so I made my excuses and headed for home with a warm feeling of anticipation.

I called Lorraine from my mobile as the train arrived at the station. She said "You're not drunk are you? I don't want you falling asleep in your dinner. Or afterwards!"

I laughed and said "I've had a couple of lagers but I should be able to stay awake for ten minutes or so. You'll have to keep me from falling asleep with your scintillating conversation!"

"I'll get you a bath running and see if I can think of some oral activity which may keep you awake!"

She rang off and I called a cab for the ten minute journey home.

I let myself in and Lorraine was waiting just inside the door with a large glass of white wine. "Your bath is run my Lord." She said with smile.

She looked absolutely stunning, she had a black mini dress on, it had a halter neck and a mesh band across the middle and it was very short, showing off her great legs. She wore stockings and a pair of strappy high heeled shoes.

"You look fabulous." I said, "I love the dress, you haven't worn that before."

"Mmm, it's new." She replied with an arched eyebrow "And it's not a dress, it's an apron."

She turned round and revealed that the only thing at the back was a bow holding it closed. She was only wearing a thong and stockings under it. She was looking at me over her shoulder to gauge the effect. "Do you like it?" She asked.

"Wow" was all I could say, my breath was gone.

I stepped up to her and she turned into my arms and we kissed passionately, my awakening erection pushing against her through our clothes.

"You approve then!" She said, laughing. "Go on, go and have a bath, I'll finish dinner and I'll see you in fifteen minutes."

In the bathroom I found a towel and dressing gown laid out next to a deep bath with lots of bubbles. I got in and sank below the surface and thought about Lorraine's very sexy apron and of the evening to come. I soaked for a while with the Jacuzzi running, then I had a refreshing shower before drying myself and going downstairs to the kitchen.

The kitchen worktop had two plates with covers over them but Lorraine wasn't there, I went through to the dining room.

Lorraine was putting some music on, Dire Straits playing softly in the back ground. The lights were set low and the table was lit by three candles set in silver holders. The long table was set with a place on either side at one end, facing each other, a free standing ice bucket was placed next to the table. At each setting was a silver salver with crushed ice and a plate of oysters on it. The only thing that seemed out of place was a 32 inch television placed at the opposite end of the table.

Lorraine smiled and said "I hope you like oysters."

"I love them, and you have lime and Tabasco, the best way to eat them."

I sat at the table and Lorraine came to me and bent to kiss me passionately, then she reached behind her and pulled the on bow holding her 'apron' closed and it came free. She lifted the halter strap over her head and hung it on the back of my chair then she bent to kiss me again, her breasts swinging free this time and I reached up to stroke them and gently pinch and roll her nipples. She groaned and reached down to undo the belt of my dressing gown then she pushed the gown open and put her hand on my stiffening erection.

I said "I don't think I need oysters with you around." She just smiled and slid her hand up and down my shaft and I lifted her breasts to my mouth and sucked each of her stiff nipples in turn.

She reached for the bottle in the ice bucket and poured two glasses of Veuve Clicquot then she went to her seat and sat down opposite me. She sipped at her champagne and said "Enjoy! I haven't slaved in a hot kitchen all day for nothing. Mind you, while I have been planning and preparing this I have had to stop from touching myself, I feel very, very horny!"

"So do I now, I don't know if I can last until the end of the meal before doing something about that!"

"Just savour the anticipation!" She said as she took an oyster from her plate. She put a few drops of tobasco and a squeeze of lime on it and tilted it to her lips and it slid gently into her mouth. She closed her eyes, savouring the taste and swallowed. She slowly opened her eyes and said "Mm-mmm, delicious. Are you not eating yours?"

"I could sit here and just watch you eat yours, but they look so good I'm not going to."

I did the same with one of my oysters, and she was right, they were delicious.

We watched each other eating oysters, but all too soon they were gone. Lorraine stood up and walked over to me and kissed me softly. She said "I'm so wet, I only put these panties on half an hour ago and they are soaked. These are the fourth pair I have worn today!"

I put my fingers to her panties and sure enough they were very wet. She groaned and opened her legs slightly. I started to move her panties to one side, but she stepped away, saying "Not yet – no dessert until you have eaten all your main course! Didn't your mother ever teach you anything?"

She collected the plates and took them out to the kitchen, I sat at the table shaking my head with my raging erection aching for release. She returned with the plates with the covers over them and placed them on the table. With a flourish she removed the cover to reveal my plate. "Lobster Salad Surprise." She said "Mixed salad with lobster pieces and dressed with a sweet chilli dressing."

"Sounds delicious, what's the surprise?"

With a wicked grin she said "Don't be silly, if I told you that is wouldn't be a surprise would it?"

The lobster was delicious, a strong sweet taste, the chilli dressing was perfect, not so hot as to spoil the taste of the lobster. We ate in silence for a while and you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. We looked at each other with a hunger that food could never satisfy.

To break the silence I asked motioned down the table to the television and asked "Why is that there?"

Lorraine smiled and said "There is something on later that I want to catch. I've been looking forward to that all day too."

I wracked my brain for a single television programme that Lorraine could not stand missing, but nothing sprang to mind. "What time does it start?" I asked.

"In a few minutes, it's OK we'll have finished dinner."

Now I was completely intrigued, once dinner was over I had intended to head for the lounge or the bedroom, but Lorraine obviously had different plans.

We finished eating and Lorraine asked "How was my culinary expertise? Do I pass?"

"It was perfect, one of the best meals I have ever had. And I am looking forward to dessert!"

With that Lorraine stood up and walked over to me. I started to stand but she pushed me gently back into my seat. "Dessert is served at the table." She said softly as she bent to kiss me and rub my chest and stomach, moving slowly down to my groin. My erection had not subsided completely and immediately sprang back up to her touch. She reached down to my sac and gently massaged my balls. She said "I hope they are nice and full, I do like a lot of cream on my dessert!"

She fiddled with something behind my chair a moment then the television came on, I realised she must have had the remote control for the television in her 'apron', though where I could not guess. She directed my attention at the television and intrigued I looked at what it was showing, though it did not have my undivided attention as Lorraine was still bent over me gently massaging my balls.

On the television was what was obviously a home video, though quite dark. I could make out Chrissy inside what looked like a tent, an opaque canvas was behind her and she was smiling and waving.

The lights in the tent suddenly brightened as if someone had turned the lights on and the picture became very clear. I could now see that Chrissy was sat beside someone's naked leg, it had to be a man's as it was quite hairy. As I continued to look I could see that the man had an erection and he had his hand between his legs rubbing his balls just like Lorraine was with mine and I began to feel a bit disconcerted that this was some sort of perverted porn movie with Chrissy as the star. I turned to ask Lorraine what was going on but she said "Shh, just watch..."

Chrissy turned toward the man and licked the underside of his erection and I jumped, at exactly the same time the same happened to me, then it all became clear! The leg and erection were mine, it was Lorraine's hand massaging my balls and Chrissy was under the table about to give me a blow job! I glanced down and the table cloth glowed where it hung below the table to where it met my legs, due to the video lighting.

I groaned with pleasure, it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened, how I didn't cum right then I do not know.

On the screen Chrissy pulled my erection down so that she could get her lips around it. I slipped down in my chair slightly and straightened my legs to make it easier and Chrissy took most of my length in her mouth, it looked and felt fantastic! Beside me Lorraine groaned as she stood transfixed by the image on the screen and said "That looks so, so good!" She had her hand in her thong working at her clitoris.

I put my hand up and moved her thong to one side and easily slipped one, then two fingers inside her, then turned I back to the television as I slid my fingers in and out of her soaking wet hole. Lorraine's legs buckled slightly and she had to put her free hand on my shoulder to support herself.

Chrissy was taking her time, putting on a show, alternating between kissing and licking along the length of my shaft, concentrating just round the glans and taking all of it into her mouth.

Lorraine was rolling her hips in time to Chrissy's movements, her eyes fixed to the television, talking quietly, almost chanting "Oh yes! Oh God! Fantastic! That's beautiful!" Her legs were almost buckling continuously as she approached her orgasm.

Chrissy, sensing the effect that all this was having on me changed technique and started to quickly bob her head up and down on the very tip of my erection, just occasionally taking the whole shaft into her mouth.

When Lorraine reached her orgasm it must have been very intense, her juices ran down my fingers and hand and if she had not been holding onto my shoulder I am certain she would have collapsed.

My own orgasm was only a few seconds later, my load shooting hard into Chrissy's mouth. Lorraine said "Yes Darling, that's it, cum in her mouth, fantastic, absolutely fantastic!"

I still had two fingers inside Lorraine as she bent to kiss me. She was breathing so hard she could only give short kisses.

Chrissy made her way out from under the table and said "Happy Birthday!" I turned to look at her, she was also wearing stockings, suspenders and a thong, and looked absolutely gorgeous. As she bent to kiss me I removed my fingers from inside Lorraine which elicited a soft groan from her and I reached to caress her breasts and nipples. The fingers of my right hand were still slick from Lorraine's juices as I gently pinched and rolled Chrissy's left nipple rock hard, before licking it clean and sucking and nibbling it.

I pushed my chair back from the table and manoeuvred Chrissy so that she could sit back on the table, then I sat back down. Lorraine quickly cleared a space so that Chrissy could lean back then she retrieved the camera from under the table. I lifted Chrissy's feet so that they rested on my thighs and opened her legs and started to kiss and nibble her swollen labia. Chrissy sat propped with her hands on the table behind her so that she could watch what I was doing, while Lorraine moved round us, videoing everything including the look of pleasure Chrissy's face.

I licked Chissy's clitoris with the tip of my tongue, making my tongue hard and applying pressure and she gasped and said "Oh yes! I love that!" I continued like that for a while, occasionally delving my tongue into her, making her moan every time I did it.

Lorraine stopped recording and moved away, returning with a silver vibrator. She turned it on and passed it to me before going back to videoing. First of all I applied the tip of the vibrator to Chrissy's clitoris and she groaned, but then said "I like your tongue there more." I re-applied my tongue to her clitoris and gently pushed the vibrator all the way into her. She watched for a few moments then lay back on the table, freeing her hands to caress her breasts and nipples and allowing her to roll her hips in time with the movements of the vibrator.

I only kept that up for a few more minutes before Chrissy started to moan loudly and I felt her toes curl and against my thighs then she was cumming. Lorraine traversed the camera up from where I was thrusting the vibrator quickly in and out, over her erect nipples to Chrissy's face.

Chrissy's orgasm subsided and I placed the vibrator on the table and stood up. Chrissy reached her hands out to me and I took them and helped her to sit up then we wrapped our arms round each other and kissed tenderly. Chrissy broke the kiss and said "If that's what happens on your birthday, I can't wait for mine!"

Lorraine stopped the video camera and set it down on the table behind Chrissy and joined our embrace. "That was fantastic! I can't wait to see how all that looks on the big screen in the living room. Then you can have a birthday present you can keep! Did you like it?"

"Absolutely fantastic, thank you both, I will never forget this birthday!"

Lorraine turned to Chrissy and said "It was a good job you came when you did, the battery on the camera was nearly gone, and I wouldn't have wanted to miss that!." 

We all laughed and Lorraine said "I thought I might take this champagne, and perhaps another one, to bed? Are you both joining me?"

Chrissy said "I'd like that, and I haven't had any bubbly yet, I was beginning to feel a bit left out!" to me she said "And we have to call a toast to your birthday!"

What a night it was, a night of love and pleasure, almost dream like. If someone were to have asked me the next day what had been real and what had been a dream I would not have been able to say with all certainty. I can only say it was a sexual high, and talking with Lorraine and Chrissy, as we have done many times since, of that night together, I know they felt the same.

If I went down on Chrissy then Lorraine would manoeuvre so that she could get her lips to my shaft, when I was in the missionary position with Lorraine she made room so that I could apply my tongue to Chrissy's vagina.

They did not touch each other sexually, but they helped each other in moving to a new position or holding one another. At one point I was lying on my back with Chrissy astride my shaft and Lorraine astride my face whilst they held each other's shoulders for support. They both made sure that they were each receiving as much pleasure as the other.

Lorraine was the first to fall asleep, exhausted physically, mentally and sexually. She was lying on her back with me on one side of her and Chrissy on the other and I heard her breathing slow down, I glanced across at her and Chrissy looked at me and giggled. She whispered "I'm going downstairs for a drink and a cigarette."

I looked at Lorraine, she was not going to wake up so I got off the bed and picked up the duvet from where it was lying on the floor and spread it over her. She did not stir.

Chrissy and I went down to the kitchen and I got a couple of tall glasses while she found her bag. "What do you want to drink?" I asked.

"Water is just fine, thanks."

I sat on a stool at the breakfast bar, and to my surprise Chrissy came and joined me, standing between my legs leaning back into me while she lit her cigarette, skin to skin. She took a drink from her glass then put it back on the breakfast bar. She leaned her head back on my shoulder as she drew on her cigarette and I put my arms around her.

We stayed like that for a while, in comfortable silence, sipping our drinks while Chrissy smoked.

Chrissy broke the silence, "Tonight was the best sex I've ever had, we just went on and on, didn't we? Last time we were together was pretty amazing but tonight was even better. Mum really enjoyed herself, though I don't think it went exactly to plan. I could tell that you enjoyed yourself too!"

"I still think I'm dreaming! What was the plan then?"

"Well I was supposed to give you your birthday surprise, and Mum was supposed to go back to her seat with the vibrator and enjoy a front row seat. I think the idea was that you and she then headed for your bed and me mine with my own vibrator! I think when you decided to have me on the table as your dessert you threw a spanner in the works! But I'm not complaining in the least, I loved it and I think Mum did too, she took some great video that I'm looking forward to watching tomorrow!"

Chrissy finished her cigarette and stubbed it out. She turned in my arms and we kissed. She said "I'm exhausted and I'm going to bed."

"Me too." I replied and we headed for the stairs. I took her hand as we walked up the stairs and she gave my hand a squeeze and smiled. We turned at the door to the bedroom and she hesitated. I looked at her quizzically and said quietly "Is everything OK?"

She replied "I'm not certain if this is the right thing for everybody. You know, all waking up in the same bed in the cold light of day, it sort of makes it more than a casual thing."

"How casual was it then?" I asked.

She hesitated before replying "I don't know, when Mum first spoke to me about it, it seemed a good idea, just a bit of fun, but things have sort of changed during the evening."




Lucky Alex Ch. 11



I thought for a couple of seconds then gently pulled her through the doorway after me. When I turned to close the door, she wrapped her arms around me and breathed "Thank you." I kissed her softly and whispered "That's OK, but I don't know what you are thanking me for."

"For letting me in." she said cryptically. "Now shh, get into bed."

I got into bed and lay on my right side with my back to Lorraine, facing Chrissy as she got in. We cuddled for a while then she whispered "You normally sleep on your left side don't you?"

"Normally."

"That's ok, you can turn over, I'll cuddle your back."

That is how we all slept, me with my arm over Lorraine and Chrissy fitting closely into my back with her arm round me. 



Lucky Alex Ch. 12



Chapter 12

Died and Gone to Heaven

The sun was quite high in the morning when I awoke, it must have been past nine o'clock, I lay awake trying to work out what had woken me and why it was so late when the events of the previous night came flooding back. Lorraine was still fast asleep but when I reached behind me Chrissy was not there but the bed was still warm, Chrissy must have woken me getting up. I heard the toilet flush and turned over as she appeared from the bathroom. She smiled at me when she saw I was awake. I needed to go myself now that I was awake and climbed out before Chrissy got back in. As I stood up we kissed and embraced then she said quietly "Good morning."

"It's a great morning!" I whispered and headed for the bathroom.

When I got back into bed Chrissy had moved to the middle of the bed and was facing me, smiling.

I got back in and we kissed, lightly at first but deepening to desire. We tenderly stroked each others bodies and I reached between us and gently squeezed Chrissy's nipples while we kissed. She in turn reached down and stroked my awakening erection to full attention.

She smiled and turned over so that her back was toward me then she lifted her leg slightly to make it easier to enter her before putting it back down again with a happy sigh. She twisted her upper body and I raised myself onto and elbow so that we could kiss and I could caress her body with my free hand. We made love like that for ages, building up the movement then slowing it down like waves, looking into each others eyes and always smiling, giving little kisses and stroking each others bodies.

Lorraine stirred and took a deep breath in as she began to wake, then she stretched and opened her eyes and turned to look at us as we watched her wake up. She smiled sleepily and said "Good morning you two."

Chrissy said "Good morning Mum."

I said "It's a wonderful morning, how are you feeling?"

"I feel fantastic." She smiled and stretched again.

She looked at the position that Chrissy and I were lying in and said with surprise "Are you two at it already?"

Chrissy giggled and said "Sorry Mum, I couldn't resist! I watched his cute bum as he walked to the bathroom and thought 'I want some of that'"

Lorraine lent over and kissed Chrissy on the cheek then me with a deep kiss, finding my tongue with hers. She pulled away and said "that's lovely, enjoy. I need to use the loo and I'm going to put the kettle on. Let me have a feel before I go though."

Chrissy lifted her leg and I felt Lorraine's fingers at the base of my shaft, and I pulled out and pushed back in a couple of times, then Lorraine moved her hand to my sac and gently massaged and kissed me again. She pulled away then came back again, entwining her tongue with mine this time, and moved her fingers back to where I entered Chrissy, she was obviously becoming very aroused. She pulled away again and said a little breathlessly "That feels fantastic, but I really do need the loo! Then I'm going to leave you two to it and put the kettle on...but I'll be back!"

She was gone and Chrissy laughed and put her leg back down and rolled her hips backward and forward in time to my own thrusts and we kissed again. We started to speed up our thrusts again and this time we knew we were going to go for it. We had a deep passionate kiss, then Chrissy moved back onto her left side and I pulled away from her back slightly so I could enter her more deeply. She gasped "Yes, oh that feels perfect, like you are filling me completely!"

I thrust in and out as far as I could in both directions and Chrissy cried "Yes, I'm cumming, cum with me!" I could feel the pressure building and increased the pace of my thrusts, Chrissy was so wet there was no resistance, only the pressure of tightening muscles as she reached her orgasm, and with a last thrust my seed erupted inside her and it seemed like I would cum forever.

Chrissy twisted over again and said "My God, that was fantastic! We must have been making love for half an hour or more...Has Mum ever done that with you?"

It should have seemed a little weird discussing Lorraine's and my sex life with her daughter, but all things considered it felt quite an ordinary thing to do. "Mmm, quite often on a Sunday morning, if we don't have to get up for anything. On Saturdays we usually either have a quicky before we get up or we get it on in the shower. Sometimes both!"

Lorraine was gone for sometime and I was considering getting up to look for her when she appeared with a tray. She put it down on her bedside cabinet and picked up a pack of cigarettes, took one out, lit it and passed it to Chrissy who said "Thanks Mum, I thought you had started again then!"

"No, I just thought you might want one of those...you have finished haven't you?" We were still in the same position, it was very comfortable, though I had slipped from inside Chrissy a long time before.

Chrissy laughed and said "Ages ago, but we did go at it for along time. It was wonderful."

"Mmm, I know, one of our favourite positions if we don't have to be anywhere." To me she said "Isn't it Alex, darling?"

"Definitely." I replied.

Lorraine brought a mug round to me and put it on the bedside cabinet, then she bent and kissed me deeply, pushing her tongue into my mouth, entwining it with mine. She rubbed her hand over my chest and gently pinched my nipples.

Chrissy was watching and said "Oh that's nice, carry on Mum, that is definitely having the desired effect."

With the attention I was getting from Lorraine I was starting to become erect again and because Chrissy and I were had not changed positions my stiffening glans was pushing at her still slick labia. I reached for Lorraine's breasts as they hung down from her bending over me and her nipples were already hard to my touch.

The fact that Lorraine was so aroused caused my shaft to stiffen rapidly and I entered Chrissy again, who simply said "Oh!" then "Mmm, that's nice, but it's not for me." She moved away, reaching for the ash tray on the tray beside her then turning over to face Lorraine and me.

I rolled over onto my back and Lorraine straddled me and lowered herself onto my glans then she bore down to take as much of me inside her as she could. She was very wet and obviously had been aroused for some time. She said "I needed that so much that I ached. If you weren't ready yet I would have been climbing the walls!"

Lorraine started to ride me and Chrissy lay smoking and watching us with eyes like saucers and her engorged nipples protruding like ripe raspberries, obviously very aroused. I took my left hand from Lorraine's nipple and reached out to Chrissy's breasts to squeeze and pinch both of her nipples in turn and she groaned in appreciation. Lorraine was alternating her gaze between her breasts and Chrissy's, watching what I was doing and moaning softly.

Chrissy took a long pull on her cigarette and stubbed it out as she blew a long plume of smoke into the air. She said in a voice deep with lust "Mum, I know you're busy, but you didn't bring the vibrator upstairs with you, did you?"

Lorraine didn't answer straight away, as if she had to collect her thoughts, then she said "Sorry darling, it's downstairs and the batteries are flat. It was in the dining room when I cleared up a bit this morning, and I was thinking of you two enjoying yourselves up here, one thing led to another while I was making tea..."

"Never mind, fingers it is then." She lifted her leg slightly and closed her eyes as she slipped two fingers deep inside her.

Lorraine lowered herself down to lie on top of me and then turned her head to watch Chrissy pleasuring herself while we rolled our hips in unison. Chrissy opened her eyes and smiled at us watching her, her audience obviously excited her as she increased her hand movement and groaned with pleasure. Chrissy's enjoyment was having a similar effect on Lorraine and I, and our movements became more urgent and I could feel those familiar shudders starting in Lorraine's body. Suddenly she was squeezing on my engorged shaft and that was enough to bring me to the edge of my building orgasm and I came, pulling her hard onto me as my seed erupted deep inside her.

Chrissy cried out as the sight of our orgasms brought on her own, and she pushed against her fingers as she came, her eyes open, staring into mine with pure pleasure etched on her face. Chrissy was the first to speak and all she was able to say was "WOW!"

Lorraine collapsed off me saying "WOW indeed, I couldn't have put it better myself."

Once we had all got our breath back, Lorraine and Chrissy moved closer and put there arms over me and I kissed Lorraine and then Chrissy and they moved to lie with their head on my shoulder. We lay in silence for a while then Lorraine said "What should we do for the rest of the day?"

Chrissy replied "I'm doing it."

Lorraine and I laughed and Lorraine said "Well I've got to go shopping at some point today and I thought we might all go out for dinner. We do seem to be a threesome now..." The last part was in the form of a question and aimed directly at Chrissy.

Chrissy gave a big smile and said "I would love that!" They both looked at me expectantly.

I looked from one to the other, wondering how a person's world can turn on a sixpence. Less than a year ago I was without a girlfriend, having to sell a house that I had lived in for more than four years, now I was sleeping with a beautiful divorcee and her just as beautiful daughter and living in a big house.

"How could I turn either of you down? If I were to die now, I would die happy."

"Don't you dare die! I have only just found you! And I don't think I have been happier in my whole life than I am right now, I have the two most important people in my life next to me, and I believe that they also love me and each other just as much as I love them, and we all want for nothing, what more could anyone want to be happy?"

Chrissy said "I would not want to be anywhere else right now than here with both of you." Then Chrissy looked at me and said "I do love you. I didn't know it then, but I fell in love with you when we went out for the first time. You treated me so gently, but I was upset because I thought Mum was rubbing my nose in my relationship with Dean by getting me to go out with you. I was jealous of Mum and you. But if Mum is willing to share you, and you can love both of us then I will be the happiest girl alive."

I looked at both of them and said "How could I not love you both, you are both perfect, beautiful caring and loving. However, right now I need a shower and the last one in the shower buys dinner!" I disentangled myself with some difficulty as they were trying to keep me back. Luckily they were laughing too hard to be effective and I made the shower door with at least an eighth of an inch to spare with Chrissy's cries of "I'm first with the shower gel!" ringing in my ears.