When Jeff got home Karen was so engrossed in a phone call to her sister that she just waved to him and kept on talking. As soon as she'd hung up, the phone rang and it was their daughter on the line. She'd just rung up for a chat with her mum and to arrange a shopping trip for the weekend. Karen was going to see her for the day, and they spent a half an hour catching up and plotting for the weekend. By the time she was off the phone, Jeff's racing mind had settled down and everything seemed normal. But if Karen had been able to see the thoughts and images in Jeff's head, she would have realised things were far from normal.
The image was of Jenny in her car, with her skirt almost up to her waist, seemingly acres of smooth, tanned thighs on display -- her knees as far apart as they'd go. Then the image changed to the second webcam photo, the quality wasn't brilliant but you could clearly see the outline of her slit and the neatly trimmed dark blonde bush of her pussy hair. He was really glad she had kept some pubic hair, and wasn't clean shaven, as most women seem to be these days. It just seemed to highlight that whole area of a woman's body -- or maybe he was just showing his age! As Jeff watched the TV, he imagined running his hand up Jenny's thigh, as he had done so many years earlier, and running his thumb through that hair whilst his fingers caressed and slid into her. He could almost hear Jenny's moans, and feel her wriggle as he imagined his fingers stroking her clit.
The next few days were all the same, images and pictures -- some from the past and some imagined -- came into his head at inappropriate times. Each one enhancing his anticipation of events the next week. But mixed in with the anticipation was anxiety too -- all adding to the feeling of tension across his chest. He hadn't made love another woman since he'd met Karen. Was his technique any good? Would Jenny like the same things as him? Well for one thing Karen had always told him he was the "biggest" she'd ever had -- though in truth he only thought of himself as average -- certainly in comparison to most of the studs he'd seen on the internet porn sites. He also wondered about Jenny -- was this just another extra marital affair for her? Maybe she'd had a whole string of lovers -- she certainly seemed relaxed and confident about the situation. More so than Jeff did for sure. Ah well, he'd find out soon enough.
Tuesday morning arrived -- and Jeff and Karen found themselves both packing bags. Karen was helping to run a training course in Chester until Friday -- so they'd both be away until the weekend. They kissed each other and hugged goodbye, threw their bags into their cars (Karen's noticeably bigger than Jeff's -- "No surprise there!", Jeff smiled), as they set off in opposite directions.
The pick-up and set down parking at the small village station (one stop down the line from where Jenny had hopefully got on), was empty. Jeff parked and picked up his phone. There was a text message from Jenny:
Sry, last minute change of plan. Cant make it. Will explain l8r. xx
He felt like he wanted to throw up, his disappointment so was intense. Then his phone chirped and another message came in:
"Ha ha -- that's for calling me a tease. C u in 5 xxx"
The train pulled in as he was taking in the message. It wasn't only her eyes that were laughing as she walked along the platform with a massive grin. He walked over to her and pulled her to him with a huge hug.
"You little sod! Any more stunts like that in the next 24 hours and you'll get kicked out of bed!" was all he could say.
"Oh, I don't think so ..." and she reached down, rubbed his crotch and winked playfully.
"We've a two and a half hour car journey ahead, and any more of that and it could take two and half days!"
"Not a chance -- I want you in a bed, not in some lay-by with me bent over the bonnet of a BMW thank you." And at that Jeff put her case in the boot alongside his own.
She looked great as usual -- denim skirt above the knee, white strappy top, with an open yellow shirt over it. They made decent progress for the first hour or so, and were making small talk whilst holding and stroking each other's hands. Then out of the blue Jenny announced, "Oh, this isn't going to work, it's no use!" Jeff's heart sank, but before he could say anything she reached across and continued "I'm just going to have to see your cock, I can't wait any longer."
With that she grabbed his belt buckle, undid the top button of his jeans and then, one by one, the buttons of his fly. "Hmm, I think he wants a bit of fresh air", she grinned as she put her hand inside his boxers and fished out his semi hard penis.
"Well, it's a promising start", she murmured as she slowly stroked it -- feeling it lengthen and harden with each stroke. "Very promising...", as Jeff felt his cock get absolutely rock hard. "Ok buster, you keep your eyes on the road..." and with that Jenny shifted her weight so she could lean over and put her head in his lap. She slowly licked and circled the tip with her tongue, and then kept her lips around the end of it for a few seconds. Then slowly she started to move her head down, and without flinching or bobbing her head, but in one smooth movement she took the whole length into her mouth, with not the slightest hint of gagging. Jeff had never been deep throated before and he could feel his balls start to tighten as if he was going to come. But before he could shoot, she withdrew her mouth, and looked up at him.
"I think that's enough for now, we don't want you to get too excited, do we? Besides, the first time you come, I want you to be deep inside me".
"That was amazing; I have never had that done to me before."
"Well, in that case, we'll have to see what other surprises I can give you. Oh, and no pressure, but you had better be bloody good, because I've waited 25 years for this!"
The hotel he had booked was a typical East Anglian country hotel -- a converted old manor house set in acres of land. Some given over to gardens, and some left wild. They checked in and the Receptionist smiled and informed them their room was all ready. As the bell boy was busy helping some American tourists, Jeff said they'd find their own way up. The lift was small and perfectly slow -- allowing time for a long, passionate kiss.
Jeff opened the room door and let Jenny in first. She turned with a smile.