Hideaway 2

The holiday cottage, which was called The Hideaway, was about a hundred yards up an unmade road, on the edge of a village. I liked it because, whilst it was really secluded, the village shop and pub were only seven minutes walk away. A mile or so in the opposite direction was a small market town with a surprisingly good selection of shops, cafes and pubs. Everything I needed was within walking distance, and I could work undisturbed. I had never previously taken another person to stay there with me. We had stopped at a takeaway in the nearby town and eaten the food immediately on arrival, washed down with a bottle of nice wine from the village shop. Usually, I went to the village pub in the evening, but not this time. I took Janine to bed.

Now I was standing at the top of the narrow stairs, looking into the bedroom. Sunlight blazed through the window onto the bed, where lay sprawled the naked, sleeping form of my tiny, pale-skinned, raven-haired, young girlfriend. The duvet had been pushed off to one side. Her legs were slightly open and I could see, beneath the sparse, dark pubic hair, that her pussy lips were swollen, red and flaked with dried cum. A few hours before, after teasing me to a degree of pure lust that I hadn't experienced for years, Janine had spread herself wide and pulled me to her...

"Just fuck me, as hard as you fucking can. Let yourself go."

I felt a bit conflicted by this. On our first day together she had entreated me not to hurt her. Now, here we were, not even into day three, and she wants me to lose control. I went at her as hard as I thought I could without actually causing pain, but it wasn't enough. "You can do it harder than that. Come on. Do me. Use me." I am not sure where I found the energy, at nearly sixty-two, but I rammed into her, using all my weight to bear down on her tiny frame until she began to whimper, and then I exploded inside her for the fourth time in little more than twenty-four hours. Now, in the sunlight, I could see bruises emerging on her arms and her little breasts. I needed to think. I needed coffee. I collected my phone from beside the bed and moved to the kitchen.

While I was waiting for the kettle to boil, the phone buzzed, showing an incoming text from an unrecognised number.

- Hi, its Sally from the pub. Danny gave me your number.

I felt a knot of anxiety in the pit of my stomach.

- Hi Sally, what can I do for you?

I watched the three little dots dancing, letting me know that she was typing...

- I need to ask you a question. Please be honest.

Whatever was coming next, I could not see how it could possibly be good, but I was boxed into a corner.

- Of course. Ask away.

Three little dots again...

- Is Janine with you? My daughter?

My heart sank. I wanted a moment to think, so I decided to pour the hot water and make the coffee. What, I thought, do I do now? While I was thinking, and the seconds were ticking away, the three little dots began dancing again, and then stopped. At that moment, Janine appeared, naked, in the kitchen. She came straight to me, gathered me into her arms and placed her head against my chest. She must have known something was wrong.

"What's up, babe?"

I simply handed her the phone. Janine read the screen, pulling a bit of a face as she did so. What happened next took me completely by surprise: she pressed the keypad and brought the phone up to her ear.

"Hi Mum. it's me. What do you want?"

I could only hear one side of the conversation, but it was evident that the reaction at the other end was not good.

"It's none of your business. I'm twenty-two."

Pause

"So what. Dad's nearly seventy, and you didn't seem to mind when it was him."

Ouch, I thought. I could hear a raised voice at the other end, but no actual words.

"Oh fuck off! You're just pissed off because you wanted him for yourself. And you only wanted him because I happened to say that I'd seen him."

Another pause, and more shouting at the other end, at the end of which I thought I made out the words 'he's just taking advantage'.

"Wrong! He's done nothing that I didn't ask him to do. Everything that's happened has been because I wanted it." The 'I' was almost shouted. "And that certainly wasn't the case when it was Dad and his pervy friends, was it?"

Now there was silence for a few moments. I wasn't particularly surprised. Then I heard the voice again, quieter now. Janine thought for a moment before her final statement.

"Where are we? Not at his house if that's what you're wondering. We're on holiday. I am safe here. In fact, I feel safer than I ever have, and that's what I'll tell anyone who comes asking. I might tell them a few other things too, so I wouldn't rock any boats if I were you. Now, leave us alone."

Janine handed me my phone. The call had been disconnected. I handed her a cup of coffee and smiled. She stood there in front of me, naked, dishevelled and vulnerable... and she was just gorgeous. The phone buzzed.

- She's my daughter. Please treat her nicely.

- Of course. I promise. She's safe with me.

About an hour later we were still in the kitchen. I was dressed, having been down to the local shop for some supplies. Janine was still naked. She was deep in thought, but then took a deep breath:

"Can I ask you some things?"

"Yes, of course."

"About your wife."

"Yes."

"Personal things."

"I suppose so, but why?"

"Because I want to know how to make you happy. She made you happy, so I want to know more about her."

"She was her, but you're you." I said, immediately wondering whether that made any sense. "You already make me happy. But go on, ask away."

"Tell me if I get too nosey."

"Oh, for heaven's sake. Ask!" I was laughing.

"Ok. Well, I remember what she looked like, and the clothes she used to wear at school, but what about when it was just you and her, what did she wear then?"

"Not a lot," I said, honestly. "We liked things minimal."

"So she did travel with her tits out in the car!"

"Sometimes... and sometimes she didn't wear anything at all."

"Ok," she said, eyes twinkling, "I can do that." She paused for a moment, and then, "Did she have pierced nipples? One of my mates reckoned she did. Said they showed through her jumper one day."

"She did. I used to buy her different bits of jewellery to wear in them."

"Ok." Another pause. "Would you like mine done?" She cupped her little breasts and sort of held her nipples out to me.

"Would you like them done?"

"Maybe. Does it hurt?" I didn't get time to answer. "I'll have them done if you'd like it."

"Why don't we think on that a bit," I said. "If you want them pierced, then get them pierced, but make sure it's what you want, not just me."

"You would like them pierced then."

"Ok, yes I would like them pierced. But I also like them just as they are." I leant forward and kissed each one.

"I like it when you do that."

"I know."

"Did she like it here?"

"She never came here. I only found this place a couple of years ago."

"Ok, one more thing."

"Go on."

Janine reached down and touched her pubic hair. My cock reacted, immediately.

"My mum shaves down here. Completely bare."

"Well, that's more information than I need to know."

"Well, you nearly found out for yourself the other night."

"Maybe, but I didn't."

"Well...?"

"Well what?"

"Did she? Did your wife shave down there?"

"She did. We both liked it, so she kept herself smooth most of the time, and then one day she went and treated herself -- had some laser treatment so that it never grew back. Quite expensive, I believe."

"And you preferred it like that?"

"Yes."

"Ok." She kissed me, and disappeared into the bedroom, reappearing a little while later with clothes on, rather to my disappointment.

"That town we came through just before we got here, you said that was the nearest place with proper shops. How far away is it, to walk?"

"About twenty-five minutes I guess, maybe half-an-hour. Why don't I take you in the car?" Perhaps I should get her put on the insurance, I thought.

"I want to go on my own. Have a look round. You can do some work while I am gone, and then we can go somewhere this afternoon for a nice walk."

"Ok," I shrugged, "Fine by me. See you in a couple of hours?"

"More like three."

"Fair enough."

I looked at the clock. Janine's three hours were well past, and there was no sign of her. I'd had enough writing, so I closed everything down and decided to change into something more appropriate for walking. I resisted the temptation to make more coffee. The phone buzzed.

- I'm running late.

- So I see. Everything ok?

The phone rang.

"Easier to talk than text. Everything's fine. I'm in a café in, er, Bridge Street. Can you come and join me?"

"Yes ok. I'll be about ten minutes, as long as there is no trouble parking."

I drove into town and found a parking space in the High Street -- one of the joys of quiet little towns -- then walked around the corner into Bridge Street. I knew the Bridge Café -- it had a lovely garden at the rear with a good view of the river -- and I was there within a couple of minutes. Janine was sitting at a corner table, facing the wall.

"I've already bought you a coffee so you can sit down." I slid into the seat opposite her, in response to her gesture. "I have a couple of things to show you." The waitress, a young woman of about Janine's age, gave me a strange look as she delivered my coffee, but I ignored it. No good being oversensitive, I figured: people are going to stare. Janine sat opposite me, wearing a strappy top. Once the waitress had gone, she calmly lowered the material, slowly exposing her little breasts. I felt my cock beginning to stiffen. Eventually, her nipples came into view, now both pierced with stainless steel bars. "I have to keep these in for a couple of weeks, but then you can decide what you want me to wear in them." She gave me a seductive look. "Put your tongue back in. People will notice." She pulled the front of the top back up. "You can inspect them properly later, but you have to be gentle with them for a while."

"Of course," I said, smiling.

"There's something else to show you, but not here." I nodded, and we drank our coffee, chatting about nothing in particular. Janine stood and moved to my side of the table. "Just popping to the loo," she said, quite loudly, and then she leaned forward and whispered, "Put your hand up my skirt and feel my pussy." I did as I was told. The hair was gone, and where it had been I found deliciously smooth skin.

"Mmmm... nice," I whispered, but she pulled away and almost danced to the lavatory.

"Hello," I called to the waitress. "Can I have the bill please?"

"Your... er... friend has already paid." I didn't rise to the bait.

"Excellent, thank-you."

Janine reappeared, and we left. As we turned the corner she took my hand, and I led her back to the car. I got in the driver's seat and waited for Janine to get in the other side, but instead she walked around to my side and stood between me and the open door. She lifted her skirt, and I saw an ornate, black tattoo on her smooth pussy. It took a second or two for me to realise that I was looking at my own initials. I nearly fainted.

So, the tattoo nearly caused Janine and I to have our first row. All I could think of for the first minute or so was how Sally would react if she discovered my initials tattooed on her daughter's pussy. She would never believe that Janine did that without even asking me. She would quite literally kill me... or worse.

"You're not listening to me," said Janine, "Seriously, just shut up and listen."

I stopped babbling and looked at her.

"It's not a real tattoo."

"What?"

"It's a temporary one. Just ink. If I decide I like it I can have it done properly later." Janine giggled. "But if you're going to have a heart attack maybe I'd better not." I sat in silence, relief washing over me. Janine was now in the passenger seat. She took my hand and kissed it. "Take me somewhere quiet," she said, "And I'll show you properly." I nodded and started the car. As we drove out of town and up into the hills, I recovered my wits and began to appreciate what Janine had done, and the fact that she had done it for me.

"So," I began, "How did you manage all that so quickly?"

"By being amazing."

"Of course... but I really want to know."

"Well, I walked into town and I came to a hairdressers, so I popped in and asked if they knew anyone who did waxing. It turns out that they have a beauty therapist there three days a week and she wasn't busy. So I got that done. Stings a bit, but you get used to it." I winced a little and Janine laughed. "You'd better make it worth all that pain, mister."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something."

"Then I asked the girl who did the waxing whether there was anywhere to get piercings done, and she sent me to this tattoo place at the other end of the high street. The bloke there was really nice."

I experienced a pang of jealousy. Someone else had had the pleasure of Janine's exquisite little breasts. I don't know how, but Janine noticed this.

"Its ok," she said, "It was all very professional. He went and got his wife and she took over. While she was doing the piercings -- they didn't hurt as much as the waxing by the way -- I was looking at the tattoo designs, and she said they do this thing where they use a temporary version of a design so that you get a chance to change your mind. Apparently they used to get a lot of people going back after a few days, usually when they'd sobered up." She chuckled. "So I asked if she could design something for me. You should be flattered."

"Oh I am sweetheart," I replied. "I really am." I waited for a moment. "But in that first moment when I thought it was a proper tattoo, all I could see was your mum coming after me with a sharp knife."

"For fuck's sake!" Janine shouted. "Find somewhere to pull over."

There was a wide grass verge on this particular piece of road, so I simply slowed down and drove onto the grass. Janine was fuming.

"Look at me," she said, quite angrily. "Look at me. I am twenty-two years old. I'm a grown woman and I will do what I want with my body, is that clear?" I nodded. "I am not in the habit of parading naked around the house. I only do that at your house. Only for you. Understand?" I nodded again. "I have no intention of letting my mum see any of my private parts ever again... and if she somehow does, well..." Janine was in full flight now, "...I just don't fucking care what she thinks. I don't fucking care. Clear?" I nodded again, but she wasn't finished. "Ok, so now it's time for you to understand, about my mum, who you think is so nice, and about my dad, who I love very much because he's my dad but hate because of what he did to me. I hope he burns in hell but I don't want to be the one who sends him there." I couldn't speak now. She had to be allowed to finish. "When I was little, my mum always seemed to be half naked and they were forever having sex all over the house. Of course, I didn't know what they were doing at first, but as I got older I began to understand. My dad had friends -- men of his age -- who used to come round the house and they'd have sex with my mum, sometimes in groups of three or four. They never seemed to worry about me. By the time I was ten or eleven I thought it was normal to come home from school and find your mum being spit-roasted on the sofa by two of your dad's friends." She paused for breath. "I used to ask my friends questions, trying to find out if their parents did this stuff without letting on that mine did, and by the time I was twelve I had begun to realise that this wasn't normal." She took a deep breath, and I found my voice.

"Sweetheart, this is terrible."

"We haven't got to the terrible bit yet."

"Oh God."

"So one Saturday morning when I'm about twelve-and-a-half I'm in the shower and my dad comes in. He looks at me and I can tell something's changed." Her courage failed, and I felt so relieved when I realised that she wasn't going to tell me all the worst details. "Well, my mum... I think she was just glad that she wasn't going to have to be fucked by half the town's important men any more. She dressed me up like a lamb for slaughter. The only favour she did me was to insist that she was always present and they all used condoms. She told my dad that if she ever discovered that either of those rules had been broken she'd go straight to the police station. And after that, I never saw them have sex again." She paused. "Three years it went on. Three years, but during that time my dad had started forgetting things, going places and not knowing where he was or why he was there. Maybe God decided to punish him... and he surely deserved it. He went off sick from work just before my sixteenth birthday and the men stopped coming round. He seemed to get frailer and more confused and one day when he came for me I told him that I had a kitchen knife under my pillow and if he ever touched me again I'd castrate him. And it ended." Janine was crying now. "And I waited to see if I would ever meet a man I could trust. And then I saw you again and I remembered that I always trusted you, felt safe with you at school, had wanted to tell you what was happening."

"Why didn't you?"

"They told me it was my fault for being such a bad girl, for being a slut. I was worried you'd think the same, and I wanted you to like me."

"You should have come to me and told me. I'd have got help for you."

"I know that now. I probably knee it then but I also knew that it would have ended up with my parents in prison and me in care, and that's probably no better. I do love my mum and dad, and I didn't want them in prison. So I took care of it myself. So now you know. And now I want to go for a walk, and then I want you to hold me tight and never let go." She took a deep breath. "And I never, ever want to talk about this again."

"Ok," I said, but I knew it couldn't be that way. There would have to be another discussion, maybe much later on, but eventually. Janine's dad might be out of the loop but there were clearly others, and if not Janine then who? Someone else's child? I'd wait a while, but I would have to bring it up again. Now it was time to change the subject. "I made a couple of phone calls while you were out."

"Oh?"

"Yes. There's a really posh restaurant about five miles over from the village. We're going there for dinner. Do you have a nice dress?"

"Yes, but it's a bit short."

"I can live with that."

"I bet you can."

"And I spoke to my insurance company. Want to swap places and drive the car?"

"Really"

"Yes. I will confess though... they needed details from your driving licence, so I had to look in your bag. Fortunately it was in the side pocket and not in your purse."

"That's ok. One condition though, if I drive."

"What's that?"

"When you drive I get my tits and pussy out, so it's only fair."

"What?"

"Get your cock out!"

We laughed, together.

Janine drove us, following my directions, to a Forestry Commission car park about ten miles away, where we parked the car and went exploring. We followed the woodland paths for about twenty minutes, encountering one dog walker on the way, and then came to a small clearing with a picnic table.

"Want to have a proper look now?"

"A proper look at what?" I feigned ignorance.

"Fine," she said, laughing, "If you don't want to look at my tits I won't get them out."

"I didn't say that, now, did I?"

"Ask nicely then."

"Janine, sweetheart, may I please see your new nipple piercings?" The strappy top was gone in an instant, and discarded on the bench. Her breasts were so small that the bars looked much chunkier than they really were. "Are they sore?"