A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Five. 1988.
(Feb 1988.) Guy in car.
It was the first time since completing my training that I'd been sent on an assignment unaccompanied by a senior. Admittedly it looked to be a simple, straightforward case, but required an overnight stay and I felt nervous during the drive. Having found and checked in at the hotel that had been booked for me, I just had time to freshen up with a shower before the evening meal.
Later, not knowing what to do with myself and still aware of a certain tense nervousness, I decided to go for a walk. Perhaps have a drink somewhere to help me relax enough for a good nights sleep.
I accomplished the first part of my plan and found a lively pub for a drink; which became several actually.
Leaving the pub I was uncertain as to which direction I'd arrived from the hotel. Shivering, I wrapped my winter coat tighter against the cold night air and turning to the left, more in hope than expectation, started walking. Aware of stumbling from time to time I felt cross with myself for drinking too much. Eventually, realising I was lost, I paused on a street corner trying to get my bearings in the strange town. I was just thinking the hotel might be a couple of streets further on when a car pulled up. The driver leaned across to the open window and called out, "How much do you charge?"
"Sorry?" I replied, not initially understanding what he meant.
"How much for sex?"
He must have mistaken me for a prostitute. Have I strayed into the red light district, I wondered.
"Twenty pounds."
The words came unbidden from my mouth and the guy asked if that was for full sex.
"Yes," I replied almost in a daze, amazed by just how exciting I found the transaction.
"Get in."
The car door swinging open I climbed in beside the driver wondering what the going rate for this sort of thing would be. At least it was nice and warm in the car after the increasingly cold weather outside.
He drove to a deserted industrial estate and at his command we moved to the rear seats of the car. The guy, who would have been about fifty, unzipped and produced his penis. After I'd licked and sucked it for a few minutes he pulled my coat open and undoing the top of my jeans, slipped a hand inside. Cursing about the inconvenience of tights the guy pushed his hands inside them and my panties.
I parted my thighs when his fingers found my slit and breathing heavily the guy pushed them inside; I then resumed sucking his penis while he fingered me, though not for long.
"Get those fucking horrible tights off girl, most of your sort wear stockings; makes the job easier."
While I removed my jeans, the offending tights and panties, he did the same with his trousers and underpants. Then I lay along the seats watching as he rolled a condom onto his rock hard penis. He slid on top of me and I yelped at the sudden entry of his penis. Next, he roughly pushed my jumper and bra up to get at my breasts and began fucking me.
We had intercourse but it didn't last long, the guy fucking me with short sharp thrusts and of course having no interest in my own pleasure or needs.
When he'd finished the guy threw the used condom out of the window before using tissues to clean himself with, not bothering to offer them to me. He did drop me back at the hotel though after learning that I wasn't actually a street girl but in town on business.
"Well you ought to be," he said, handing me the twenty pounds. "You're a bloody good fuck and would earn more on your back with legs spread than doing whatever it is you do for a living."
With that he drove away leaving me feeling in need of another drink after the unexpected experience. Though I had gained little sexual pleasure or satisfaction from the encounter I felt exhilarated and it had certainly released me from the stress and tensions of earlier.
Back in my room I masturbated, thinking about his parting words and imagining guys queuing up outside the door waiting their turn to have me!
It was only much later, back home after a successful outcome to my case, that I thought how stupid I'd been to go off like that with a complete stranger, anything could have happened. I knew I'd been a very silly girl and mustn't do anything like it again. Those thoughts didn't stop the excitement I continued to feel whenever I relived the experience though; the idea of having sex with a nameless guy whose facial features I could barely remember now!
* * *
A brief interlude here for some personal details necessary for a full understanding of the way my sexuality and lifestyle developed subsequent to meeting my husband to be.
I met John when he accompanied his father, a long time client of the firm where I worked at the time, to sit in on a meeting with one of our senior people to discuss some contractual issues. We were both sitting in as it happened, me to gain experience of different types of law work and John for similar reasons because he would ultimately take over the running of the family business.
From time to time John and I exchanged looks, John invariably smiling when he caught my eye, and I found myself attracted to the quietly spoken and very handsome guy from the outset.
This took place in November of '87 and I might well have set out to seduce him, particularly as I knew my affair with Jon S wouldn't last much longer, but somehow my feelings towards this newcomer in my life were different to anything I'd felt before. Where I often find myself sexually attracted to a guy my feelings towards John were different and difficult to put into words. Perhaps I was in love! Was he 'the one' I wondered, perhaps naively.
When the meeting broke up at mid-day John's father took my boss for lunch, leaving his son and I to amuse ourselves.
"Treat the lass to a sandwich or something boy," he told John.
Very magnanimous I thought to myself, despite feeling thrilled to be spending time alone with John. Better than the four of us lunching together and anyway I had my usual packed lunch to eat in the office. I shared it with John and then one of us, I don't remember who, suggested going for a walk as the weather was particularly mild for mid November.
Towards the end of our walk John, who was quite shy, tentatively asked if I fancied meeting up for a drink or meal one evening. I agreed and our relationship blossomed from there; we just seemed to click somehow.
