Isn't it funny how you can totally convince yourself of something, only to realise with hindsight that you had been fooling yourself all along and that deep down you actually knew you were telling lies?
I believe that's what happened with Johnny and me. We said we'd only meet the once. A one off session just to get each other out of our systems; one night of liberating each other from the intense sexual connection we had online.
Looking back now it was merely an excuse to meet. I believe that being able to say it was only going to happen the once made our infidelity seem more acceptable. At one point, it really seemed that we were actually doing our partners a favour in meeting, trusting that once we had satisfied our lust, we could return to our mundane lives and devote all our attention back to them. What a lot of baloney that was because right now, 8 months from our first encounter, I am sitting on a train heading back up north to meet Johnny again.
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As my train was almost at its destination, I pulled my compact from my small leather clutch bag and checked my face in the mirror. My long, straight brown hair shone in the winter sunlight, which flooded into the carriage giving my hair a lovely bronze shine. My make-up, which I had taken great time over that morning, was still intact and all that was required was a quick reapplication of dusty copper lipstick to my full, pouting mouth. I smiled at my reflection, checking my teeth had not laid claim to any of the lipstick but also simply because I was happy. The last time I had met Johnny I had been consumed with worry, my lack of confidence and nerves at being unfaithful had kept me anxious right up to the point I had seen him walking into the hotel bar. However, this time I was excited and eager to meet my cyber lover again.
I stepped off the train and walked briskly along the platform. We had arranged to meet in the car park to save Johnny having to hang about the station but that didn't stop me looking round for him, peering through the crowds, making sure I would not walk past him. The automatic barrier opened for me without hitch and soon I found myself in the station car park.
I had a brief moment of panic as I frantically searched the lines of parked cars but then spotted him standing next to his Volkswagen Golf waving me over. He looked great, dressed casually in jeans and t-shirt; his dark brown hair looked black as he stood in the shade next to his car. I could not help but smile broadly as I walked over to him, all the time trying not to stumble in my heels over the uneven concourse. My stomach churned and my heart seemed to beat faster the closer I got. As I neared him, he held his arms open for me and I welcomed his embrace, my arms automatically wrapping themselves around his back returning the hug. We held each other tightly, both glad to be in each others arms once more. As we drew apart he kissed me, just a chaste peck on the cheek and I guessed he was worried we could be seen so I gave his arm a quick squeeze in return.
Politely he opened the car door for me and I slid into the passenger seat. It felt odd sitting there, suddenly being part of his life. I realised that the last time we had met there had been nothing of Johnny's personal life on show. It was an anonymous hotel room, which could have been in any city in the UK but now I was sitting in his car, the car he spent time in every day of his life. I looked around, taking in the cds, tissues and air freshener, searching for more clues to his personality. He climbed in next to me and I realised that I was probably the biggest clue to his character; I was his choice of passenger. How peculiar that sitting next to him in his car actually felt more intimate than sharing my body with him.
Johnny skillfully manoeuvred out of the car park and soon we were driving away from the city centre and heading for the country side, chatting away as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be doing. He rested his left hand on my thigh as he drove and I placed my own over the top, intertwining my fingers with his. I enjoyed the scenery as the car sped along the road. It was a part of Scotland that I had not visited before and the small villages that we passed through looked quaint and friendly.
It wasn't long before Johnny took a sharp right and we turned off the main road and headed towards the coast. The track that we were now on was narrow and winding and fortunately we didn't meet any cars coming in the opposite direction. As we crested the hill I could see why the road was so empty. Its sole purpose was to provide access to an isolated cottage overlooking the sea. Although it looked weather beaten and the white paint work had seen better days, to me it looked perfect. Johnny drew up next to the beautiful little house and I stepped out of the car.
I had known all along that we were heading to one of Johnny's friend's places, a holiday home that was let out to tourists during the summer months but I had no idea that it was in such a secluded spot with such wonderful vistas over the North Sea. I looked over to Johnny, the delight evident on my face. He smiled knowingly at me and shook the keys in his hand, making them jingle as they knocked into each other. He threw them over to me as he opened the boot of his car and I surprised myself with my own deftness, catching them with ease. The key fitted perfectly and turned the lock, enabling me to push the little wooden door open. I felt like Alice in Wonderland as I entered the idyllic cottage.
The first thing I became aware of was a large open fire, all ready prepared and waiting to be lit. My eyes were then drawn to a vase of fresh yellow roses in the middle of a round oak table, the buds still trying to burst open under the last rays of sun shimmering through the large bay window. I noticed a small card perched up against the flowers and went over to read it. It stated simply For You x.
Replacing the card, I felt Johnny's arms circling my waist and his lips on my neck. I leant back against him and enjoyed the sensation of his mouth on my bare skin and his hands on my body.
"Thank you. For the flowers and all of this." I lifted my arms to encompass the cottage, "it's just beautiful."
"Just like you." He murmured with his lips pressed up against my neck.
He turned me round and kissed me full on the mouth for the first time that day. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, allowing my tongue to slip in between his lips where it met with his own. His lips on mine sent delightful shivers down my spine.
Johnny broke away from me, "Just a moment, I have a few things planned," he said mysteriously before disappearing through one of the adjacent doors.
Smiling to myself, I wandered over to the large bay window and sat on its ledge. The view was stunning; I could see the waves below crash against the rocks as the sun started to set. It was still quite early but February days tend to be even shorter on the east coast of Scotland, which meant it wouldn't be long until it was dark.
I really did feel like I was in wonderland as I sat there wondering what the evening had in store for me. I heard a quiet tinkle behind me and Johnny returned with two long stemmed glasses both containing red wine.
"Shiraz," he said as he handed me the glass.
"My favourite."
"I know. To us."
He tilted his glass to mine and the glasses clinked once more.
"To us."
He joined me on the window seat and we looked out over the water, watching the sun sink into the sea as we sipped our wine.
Before I had a chance to empty my glass, Johnny made his excuses and left again. It wasn't long however, until he called for me to join him so I followed his voice through to a large old fashioned bathroom. The walls were covered in panels of pale blue tongue and grove and in the middle of the linoleum covered floor was an enormous claw foot bath already filled with bubbles and what looked like rose petals floating on the water.
Johnny relieved me of my glass and placed it next to his on a small wooden stool close to the bath. As if there was an unspoken rule, we started to undress one another. He unbuttoned my cream blouse as I pulled his navy A&F t-shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest and slender waist. His hands had now sought out my breasts and I could feel them glide over the lace of my bra, cupping my breasts and gently squeezing them before pushing my shirt from my shoulders and unclipping my bra.
Our movements were slow and measured; both of us taking our time as we removed each others clothes. A far cry from the time he had practically ripped the clothes from my body.
As we kissed I unbuckled his belt and undone his button. Slowly I pulled down the zip of his jeans revealing a white triangle of his underwear. I tugged downwards on his jeans, easing them over his hips until they fell to his knees. I could sense him trying to kick them off and we laughed as he managed to get stuck with one leg on inside out as he tried to stand on the rest of his jeans to pull it free. In contrast, my skirt fell to the floor without problem revealing that I had chosen to wear hold-ups that day. I lifted my leg on to the side of the bath and slowly rolled the stocking downward, unsheathing one smooth leg before repeating the performance with the other. Johnny watched on in silence, unconsciously licking his lips.
I now stood in front of him wearing only a small lace thong, my nipples hard and swollen like large brown acorns atop my rounded breasts. Maintaining eye contact, I hooked my thumbs under the delicate strands of my underwear and peeled the thong from my body to reveal my pussy, the lips concealed by a narrow strip of neatly trimmed hair. Johnny smiled and copied my actions, removing his tight, white boxers. His solid cock now stood to attention in front of me and I envisioned it entering me, which made my body quiver with anticipation.
