Beyond My Wildest Dreams 1

Note: There is a bit of a build up as I wanted to set the scene of how we got to the point where we became more than friends which is the main body of Chapter One, but I felt it was important to do. All feedback is appreciated.

Chapter One

I never thought this would ever happen. Here I am lying next the girl of my dreams as she sleeps soundly, her naked skin glowing in the subtle early morning light slithering over her body as the breeze softly blows through the curtains, after what was probably - no definitely - the best night of my life. I watch her as she sleeps and still can't believe how I have ended up here, with her.

It all started around one early September when Jane started a job at the firm I work in and I was tasked to train her. Nothing strange there, I had trained many a new starter however Jane came with many caveats, the main one being she was the daughter of our top field salesman and as pretty as she was, she was completely off limits, that and the fact I was thirty years older than her. As much as my ego and brain thought I was twenty-four, my slightly portly figure and lack of hair belied my real age.

That all being said a man can dream and I'm a nice guy, so I stuck to the task in hand and training was going well and we were getting along, chatting in between phone calls about work and our lives. She had a boyfriend of two years who worked in construction, still lived at home. Me on the other hand had just come out of a twenty-six-year marriage with an amicable split and had moved my life 265 miles from Essex all the way up to the North West, so there was plenty to talk about.

We were getting along ok; her work was good for someone that had just started - must have been in the genes - but I thought nothing of it. We had connected on Facebook and Instagram, as I had with most people in the office and thought nothing of it until one day I got a message from her on Facebook Messenger, nothing special or flirty, just a hello and some gossip she heard at work. I thought nothing of it to be honest then a couple of nights later another non-descript message but then it seemed we were messaging every night mainly about work but we were getting in the realms of how we were feeling, how our lives were, what relationships we were having, that kind of thing.

By Christmas we were very close, not in sexual way but as close friends. We were confiding in each other more, little looks here and there in the office like our own telepathy, knowing what each look meant, telling each other things we would not dare tell anyone else. I think she saw me as a father figure without the paternal responsibilities so she was able to me things she couldn't tell her dad and that was fine by me, as I said she was off limits and if I'm honest it was nice to have a friend. I had started seeing someone by this time which was my first 'serious' relationship since my marriage ended and it was good to speak to someone about it and how it was going.

We went to our Christmas party and spent most of the evening chatting away but I was conscious of not hogging her al night, plus her dad was there so I was trying to not make it obvious that we were so close. At one point however her dad pulled me over and I thought he was going to say back off but instead he thanked me for looking after his daughter throughout her first few months with the company so that was nice. If only he knew.

Then in the first week in January we had a change around at work and Jane was moved from my section to another section at the other end of the office, I was torn between being pleased that Jane was moving up in the company to a better position, obviously thanks to my expert training (as I told Jane many times), and disappointed as she would not be sitting next to me.

"I'm so pleased for you. Don't know how I'm going to cope though," I told her when she relayed the news to me.

"I know," she replied, touching my arm. "We'll be ok though, we're so close that will never change."

Then she smiled and I smiled back, and knew that we would be alright.

And we were. Over the following months we would be messaging each other at work and in the evenings. We knew where we were at all times so we wouldn't message when we were with our respective other halves. We would even sneak messages to each other even when were with our partners, it was like we were having an affair without the sex or being in a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. She was even messaging when she was away with her boyfriend which felt a little weird but at the same time made me feel like I was cared for, something I'd not felt for a long time.

It transpired that my relationship ended which was fine. I think it was what I needed at the time and helped me move on. It was good to have Jane to talk to about it and it also seemed hers was on the rocks as well. She was going away with him and her family and was not looking forward to it all. I told her it'll be ok, its only ten days but I don't think she believed me. I didn't believe me either and my worst fears were realised when she rang me day two in tears from Spain. Apparently, everything was revolving around watching football and getting drunk, and what she wanted was secondary. She even had put a countdown on her phone, counting the days until she could come home. I was heartbroken for her and for the rest of the holiday we messaged when she could and I tried to keep her spirits up.

When she came back, we had a good long chat and in the next couple of days she ended it. It was the right thing to do, she had outgrown him and even though she was sad it was something she had to do.

From that moment Jane was a different girl, like she had her shackles removed and she had freedom. She went on holiday with her family to Dubai and enjoyed it immensely. She started going out with her friends more, doing what 23-year-old girls do and enjoying life, going on dates but nothing serious - just enjoying herself. She would message me saying where she was going and with who "In case anything happens you know where I am"

And this is where our relationship changed one fateful Saturday night. I was at home minding my own business and Jane had gone out with a guy but she wasn't sure about him so she said she might ring me to come pick her up. At around 11pm the phone rang and it was Jane asking if I could come get her. She had made some excuse about the food not agreeing with her and they had left separately.

"No problem, give me fifteen minutes and I'll be with you," I said.

I arranged to pick her up by Sainsbury's which was nearby where she was and off I drove. When I got there she was freezing but ok. She said it had been a disaster, he'd taken her to some Caribbean restaurant and she didn't like any of the food and it just went downhill from there.

"Can we go to Maccies please Neil? I'm starving," Jane asked. Like I was going to say no. Ten minutes later we were sitting in a deserted McDonald's car park sharing nuggets and chips,perfect!!

We had a good chat and a giggle but she seemed different, like more flirty, more tactile. I thought nothing of it, I was just happy she was ok and I was enjoying myself. We finished our midnight feast and I drove her home. I parked at the end of her road.

"Thanks Neil for doing this so late, you're the best. Come, give me a hug," she said and leaned towards me.

I opened my arms to her and we hugged. I felt her breath on my neck and then she moved her face to look at me and our eyes locked. It seemed like forever with us just looking into each other's eyes but in reality it was seconds and then she pulled me towards her and planted the softest kiss on my lips which lingered, and then intensified, our lips parting and our tongues clashing. I was running my hands over her back and through her hair, and she was doing the same to me as our kiss deepened with ever growing passion. I was transported back to my youth, making out with whatever girlfriend I had at the time, like I was in my early twenties again.

We finally disentangled ourselves and then there was an awkward silence that you could cut a knife through. Her face was all flushed and by the way the heat was coming off my face, I was probably the same. As is the norm for these situations we both then tried speaking at the same time. If anything, it broke the tension that was building.

"Ladies first," I offered tentatively.

Jane took a deep breath, "I don't regret doing that Neil, in fact I wished I'd done it a while ago," It was not what I expected her to say, in fact I was sure she was going to say the exact opposite. "And if I'd known it was that good I would definitely have done it ages ago," she addedlooking intently at me.

I looked at her and saw that gorgeous smile looking back at me and I melted.

"We'd better make up for lost time then," I said as I leant in and we kissed again with the same passion and intensity but this time it was different, like it was meant to be and not just in the heat of the moment.

We must have spent the next half hour just kissing and cuddling, our hands exploring but never overstepping the mark but I'm sure we both felt that we wanted to.

It was getting late and Jane was getting tired.

"I should go Neil but don't think this is it. I want more of you, all of you," she said

"I want you too Jane, so much. I'm not often lost for words but I don't know what to say. At this moment I am so happy but we will need to address the elephant in the room, or in this case car," I replied

"I don't care about the age gap. I know you are much older and I know that perhaps in past I've seen you as just that. An older wiser person, like a favourite Uncle I suppose," She blushed as she finished her sentence

I laughed, "After what we have just done you don't know how pervy that sounds."

"You know what I mean," she replied, poking me in the stomach. "Over the months I've seen you differently though. You always are honest with me, are there for me always and it's got to a point where I am constantly thinking about you. I argued with myself so many times, not to be so silly and that you're thirty years older than me but I can't fight these feelings any longer Neil. When I hugged you tonight I couldn't help myself, I had to kiss you and I am so glad you kissed me back. This is what I want, you're what I want. What will happen in the future who knows but I want to live for the moment and enjoy you, enjoy us," She dropped her head waiting for me to say something,

I placed a finger underneath her chin and pulled her head up so we were looking at each other.

"This is what I want too Jane. You are so beautiful, sassy, funny, charming and just gorgeous, we get on so well and I have never thought anything would happen between us ever for so many reasons, the obvious age gap being one. But I am glad it has happened and I want nothing more in the world than to be with you," I said, the determination in my voice.

A smile broke out on both of our faces and we hugged again. "I'd better go Neil, and let you get home, ok. Let me know when you are home and we can talk tomorrow but I want to see you soon," she said. There was a hint of sternness in her voice.

"Ok, I'll let you know when I'm home and we can arrange to see each other soon, I promise," I replied smiling, my brain working overtime even at this late hour.

We kissed again, softly, tenderly and then she left and walked up her road home, into the darkness. Suddenly the car felt so empty, and the silence was deafening except for my heart which was beating nineteen to the dozen. I started the car and drove home, smiling from ear to ear.

Chapter Two

I'd been having kittens all of this Saturday, all week even. Trying to act normally at work was virtually impossible, especially when I would catch Jane's eye and she would smile, and all I could think about was those kisses and the upcoming weekend where we had arranged to be together. I had suggested coming round to mine, spending the weekend together, maybe get a nice takeaway but we eventually decided that for our first time we should book a nice hotel around the Lakes, have a romantic meal and a few drinks and enjoy each other without fear of being interrupted or having to hideaway in case anyone came round. So, we found this gorgeous hotel, booked a suite with a four-poster bed, jacuzzi bath and champagne. If we were going to do this we wanted to make it special.

Jane had laid the foundations for her excuse to her parents. She was going out with her best friend into Manchester, staying over and would be back Sunday afternoon. She was going to leave her car at her friends and I would pick her up from there, which I duly did. She put her case in boot and when she joined me in the car she was beaming from ear to ear. She leaned over and gave me a soft tender kiss, and we both sighed simultaneously.

"I have been wanting to do that all week," she said holding my hand.

"Oh Jane, you don't know how much I have wanted that too," I replied, the delight etched all over my face. I squeezed her hand, put the car into gear and off we went.

We spent most of the journey just chatting and laughing. it was just so easy, so comfortable. We talked about anything and everything, about how we close we were, about how we began to have feelings for each, about how right this all felt. Sure, there were going to be challenges and obstacles to overcome if and when we actually became a serious item but we would cross those bridges at that time. For now, we were going to live in the moment, enjoy each other and see where it would lead us.

"No pressure," Jane said. "Let's just be us."

We got to the hotel and it was stunning, the pictures on the internet did not do it justice, it was something out of a Jane Austen novel. A Manor House with a tree lined drive with ducks and peacocks roaming on the grass verges. We walked in and the reception was so grand with a huge staircase at its centre - think that scene from Titanic when Jack meets Rose before they go to dinner and you'd be in right ballpark - and sparkling chandeliers hanging uniformly from the high ornate ceiling. The reception desk was in dark oak with ornate lamps above each check in desk. We looked at each other open mouthed, just looking around straining our necks to take in the opulent surroundings. It was just perfect.

We checked in and were shown to our suite. We tipped the bell boy and then all of sudden we were alone. Jane slipped her arm in mine and rested her head on my shoulder, no words were needed. The suite was magnificent and it was huge. We had a quick nose around. It had a living area with the biggest television I had ever seen in a hotel, and I assumed the music system was just as good. Everything was automated - the lights, the curtains, the heating...everything, the bathroom was bigger than my entire cottage with a corner jacuzzi bath which I am sure doubled up as a swimming pool it was that large.

However, the 'piece de resistance' was the bedroom, it was breathtaking. Centre stage was the four-poster super king-sized bed, all made up with single red rose in the middle of the pillows. Mini chocolates were on each pillow and there was an ice bucket on a stand at the end of the bed with two glasses sat next to it on a small table. The windows were virtually floor to ceiling and outside was a small balcony overlooking a lake surrounded by willow trees. We went out on to the balcony and we just held each other and kissed, totally lost in each other.

We were brought out of our trance by a knock on the door. it was the hotel manager who had brought us up our Champagne and duly filled the ice bucket, standing the bottle in it. We thanked him and he left leaving us once again alone. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife and all of sudden it was like someone had shouted 'Ready, Steady, go" as we literally ran into each other's arms and started kissing with a passion and intensity I had never experienced before. Gone were any thoughts of awkwardness or stigma about age gaps, it was primal. We were tearing at each other's clothes, discarding them in a frenzy as we made our way to the bed, until we were both naked and fell onto the mattress. Our bodies entwined as we kissed and as much as we wanted to take it slowly and explore every contour of each other, our instincts took over and all we wanted to literally just fuck.

We slid up into middle of the bed and I crawled over her and into her waiting arms. Our hands roamed over each other as we kissed deeply, our limbs entwined. I was so hard it was untrue and when I felt Jane's hand touch me it was like an electric shock when through my body. My fingers sought out her sex, running my hands over her nearly trimmed pussy and feeling the heat emanating from it. I slid a finger into her and found her so so wet. I heard her moan and then felt her guide my hard cock to her entrance as we released each other. We looked deep into each other's eyes as I slowly slid into her but she was having absolutely nothing to do with slowness as her hips lifted off the bed, my cock sliding effortlessly into her deep, wet pussy until I was buried to the hilt inside her.

Again, wasting no time, I began to rock in and out of her, each stroke getting longer as our bodies banged together, we found a perfect rhythm as our bodies slammed against each other, Her nails were scratching at my back as her legs locked around my hips, pulling me ever deeper if that was possible. I kissed her neck and shoulders and then down to her perfectly formed breasts, taking each nipple in turn into my mouth as fucked like we were possessed. Jane was the first to shudder and I felt it literally go through her body, flooding my cock with her juices as she screamed a tirade of obscenities.

I fucked her through her first orgasm and it wasn't long before a second one followed as she bit down on my shoulder, her nails raking my back and a string of "Fuck, Fuck. Fuck, Fuckkkkk," echoed through the room. As I felt her shudder to completion I could feel myself nearing my own ending. I began to thrust harder and faster and I heard a hoarse whisper in my ear. "Cum inside me Neil, do it. Fuck me hard and come inside me." It was more of a command than a suggestion.

I felt my whole body tingle and my cock expand, as did Jane as she wrapped her legs higher around me and with one final thrust I erupted jet after jet of white semen deep into her depths accompanied by a low loud guttural roar that emanated from deep within me as my body stiffened, sweat glistening from our bodies, my head buried into Jane's shoulder.

Finally, our breathing slowed and our heart rates returned to normal. Our eyes opened and we looked at each other, smiling. It may not have been slow and sensual but all the pent-up desire from when we kissed in my car a week previously through the tension of the week, to the excitement of today manifested itself into the most intense sex of my entire life. Slow and sensual could wait until later, what we just did was perfect for the moment.

We slowly and reluctantly disentangled ourselves and Jane laid her head on shoulder, her arm draped over my chest. I kissed the top of head and she looked up at me smiling, I went to say something but she placed a finger on my lips to shush me.

"Don't speak Neil, I just want to lay here in your arms and enjoy us, what we did and just be close to you. It was wonderful." she whispered.

I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes, lost in my own thoughts and drifted off into a state of unadulterated bliss.

Chapter Three

I woke up a couple of hours or so later and turned over to see Jane just staring at me smiling.

"I was watching you sleeping, you looked so peaceful, so content," she said. I smiled back at her and pulled her close into my arms and kissed her softly.