CHAPTER 1
Instead of the usual hour, it had taken Mark this Sunday morning only forty minutes to clear out of Melbourne and reach the open road. It was sunny and promised to become a warm December day. With the window open and the breeze in his hair, it would make for a pleasant, relaxed drive up the Hume Highway to Sydney.
In planning his trip to the Hunter Valley, Mark had decided to make an overnight, halfway stop at Yass. When Sue surprisingly rang and invited him to spend two days with her in Sydney, he had good reasons to break his journey. Driving through, Mark would have arrived late. After twelve hours on the road for the 1,000-kilometre drive, he would be too tired to show Sue that he appreciated her invitation.
Mark was somewhat uncertain about Sue's eagerness to be appreciated the way he had in mind. They had known each other in the literal sense only briefly. Her invitation to stop over and see her had surprised him. Was Sue genuinely interested in going beyond the opportunistic -- and for Mark less than rewarding - brief fucks they had in Melbourne?
But Mark was on his way. He simply assumed that Sue's motive for the invitation was a carnal curiosity left unsatisfied in their Melbourne trysts. Regarding any future relations, the distance separating them aside, he was married with children. She knew him as a lecturer at Melbourne University but, beyond that, few personal details.
Sue had been one of his mature-age students in his Sociology Class in a diploma course at Melbourne University. They only got acquainted and involved with each other by chance. It was not a teacher/student affair. Sue had already completed her studies, during which Mark was barely aware of her as just one of his more than one hundred students.
Funnily enough, his vague memory of her as a student was that she always sat at the back of the room with her friend, a woman of her age and similar appearance. They rarely contributed to discussions but reacted in a pointedly negative way whenever gender issues were raised. However, this neither raised Mark's attention nor his ire as such reactions were usual in sociological discussions and debates.
When Mark met Sue at this end-of-year party, she was on her own. They sat next to each other, talked, and got acquainted. He was not on the make, and they did not dance. He learned that Sue shared a house with other students in Carlton. So, when the party finished, as it was on the way for Mark, he offered Sue a lift home. Outside her door, she had lingered in the car. They continued talking but eventually kissed and then progressed to relatively uninhibited petting.
After that, they had met twice before Sue left Melbourn to return to what had been her hometown. With her mother living there, Sue had firm plans to look for a job and live in Sydney.
As the kilometres rolled by, Mark thought about how unusual he had found Sue as a lover. Mark, despite his conventional bearing and respectability as a teacher, had a somewhat unusual past. He had enjoyed longer, intimate relationships with several women, both before and during his marriage. Mark was in his early forties, tall, dark, and somewhat stern. When he looked in the mirror and at photos, he assessed himself as passably handsome, but not the sort of Marlboro Man women were supposed to drool over.
Sue, he guessed, was in her mid-thirties. She had lived and travelled for more than twelve years overseas and was an interestingly attractive woman. Mark presumed Sue was sexually experienced. This was, he had learned, not always the case with mature women. But, from what Sue had told him at the party about her overseas experiences, he was sure that she had been in a number of sexual relationships.
When they started petting in the car, Sue showed her interest quickly. When Mark's hand came to rest on Sue's thigh, he felt her legs parting below her skirt. As they did, Sue's tongue deep in his mouth promised Mark more than a 'perhaps?'. And when his hand reached tentatively to touch her breast, Sue pushed her tit with a sinuous wriggle into his palm.
Then Sue whispered, "I'm glad you like me, want to touch me! But, you know, Mark, I've had a crush on 'teacher' for most of the year! It's been a long wait. Are you shocked?"
They kissed, and her tongue snuck again deep into his mouth. She reached for Mark's hand, moving it under her skirt to guide it up the soft inside of her thigh. Sue shivered a moan into Mark's mouth as his hand cupped the mound of her pussy. The moist warmth of her panties told all Mark needed to know. And Sue slid forward in her seat to spear her hot-slippery pussy on Mark's probing finger! Sue cried out. Then her tongue captured his to suck it into her hungry mouth.
For Mark, this hitherto unknown woman was a revelation. Nothing in the way Sue dressed, spoke, and behaved as his student suggested sexual vitality and daring. In appearance and character, Sue appeared to be the opposite of a flirty, come-hither, femme fatale.
By midday, Mark had crossed the border into New South Wales. He stopped for a leisurely lunch before continuing along the Hume Highway at reduced speed. Unlike in Victoria, most of it still awaited an upgrade. Mark did not mind. He enjoyed the leisurely, tension-free drive on his own.
While he and Maria, his wife, still spend the family holidays with the children together, they agreed to take an occasional holiday on their own. Over the years, they had progressively grown apart. They no longer particularly enjoyed each other's company, either romantically or socially. Nevertheless, the children and the life they had built together kept them in bond. Regarding holiday choices, Maria enjoyed the beach and the occasional opportunistic 'adventure' among the holiday crowd. Mark did not. And it was not jealousy that kept him away.
This holiday he had planned to explore the Hunter Valley, a region interesting for its quality wines and its significance in Australia's history. For him, it ideally combined his intellectual interests with his hedonistic tastes. Regarding the latter, Sue's invitation to stopover in Sydney had added a further boon to his holiday. Mark could look forward, perhaps to a renewed adventure with an intriguing woman.
Arriving at Yass late in the afternoon, Mark booked into a motel. Then he strolled around town and, finally, settled for a rather bland, country-town Chinese meal. Back at the motel, with nothing of interest on TV, he went to bed and quickly fell asleep.
CHAPTER 2
The motel's walls were thin. Late arrivals in the unit next to his room woke Mark up two hours later.
If their noise had been the murmuring of TV and voices, he would have quickly gone back to sleep. But the developing scenario of sounds indicated that his unseen neighbours were a raunchy couple. The thin wall between their bed and his made Mark into a companion in their lusty fuck.
There was the thumping of their bed against the wall as they fucked, accompanied by the low-voiced grunts of the male. The woman's full-throated love song, by contrast, really set Mark's mind and cock astir. It never became monotonous. Varying in pitch and volume, the sexy words and lust-filled urgings poured out of her. At times her song lowered to a whisper which Mark could only guess. Though, he knew that with this woman the whispers would be dirty, demanding, rousingly sexy! And her partner -- judging from his howls and grunts - served her well!
After their joyous romp, his neighbours fell much more quickly asleep than he did. With an almost painful erection, Mark's thoughts turned to Sue and their reunion. While he had ideas and hopes about it, he was not sure about what would happen. Their two meetings in Melbourne had left him more intrigued than fired up for a repeat.
Sue, in their first time petting in the car, had been enticingly sensual and direct. Her behaviour, however, when they met again and were in bed together, was somewhat contradictory. Or, perhaps, not?
When they got together in the Carlton motel, there was, as before, no sign of shyness or coyness in Sue. But neither was there any show of occasion or playfulness. It appeared to him that as far as Sue was concerned, they met to fuck, and that was it.
They fucked, of course; on this occasion, twice. Sue's attitude and mien discouraged any flirtatious build-up or foreplay. Nevertheless, she undeniably wanted to fuck. She climaxed quickly, more readily than most other women Mark had known. However, Sue's climaxing seemed mechanical, if not onanistic in not involving him. She quickly broke free and went into the bathroom; it signalled to Mark that climaxing was for Sue her own, private affair.
On the second occasion, he tried to break this pattern of hers of just fucking. Sue initially resisted a lengthy caressing of her beautiful nakedness but eventually began to respond. She kissed him wildly. She threw herself over Mark and sank her mouth, with a resigned gasp, on his cock. Then they fucked; it almost appeared in anger. Mark sensed that in Sue's mind, his not letting her be had violated her.
The idea that Sue could feel it was rape saddened and frightened Mark. He quickly left her, bidding Sue Good-Bye without an apology or explanation.
And now it was Sue that wanted, what? A new beginning or making him do penance for an unforgivable sin?
