Jayne's World Part 10.
A nearly fuck in a car park.
Him.
There had been several times when you had taken my breath away. This was another one of them.
As I'd showered and dressed, I had been wondering about what lay in store. Pop out for a meal. What exactly does that mean? Were you thinking of some quiet little place, maybe romantic, out of the way somewhere? Or were you planning somewhere more central, where we could be seen by anyone you knew.
I wasn't too sure how I felt about that. And I wondered whether you'd thought that through? Being confronted by any of your friends, how would you introduce me? What would you say? What would your demeanour be like? In some ways, I was looking forward to that. It would help me see inside Jayne and add another piece to the jigsaw of what makes her tick but in other ways I had my doubts for it ran through my mind that I might be standing in a group of twenty somethings at a bar discussing....... what? In reality what was there for me to discuss with them? Other than perhaps Jayne, her tits, her legs and bum and what a good fuck she was; no thanks. Alright, I could manage a chat with anyone about football, at a push cricket, economics and politics of course, but were they topics of interest to her friends? Fuck yet another divide between the young and old, well mature!
Nor had you shared any of your fantasies with me, yet. Maybe we would talk about them during our meal.
Perhaps this was one of your fantasies? Taking me to a bar/restaurant that you knew well and having me fuck you in the restrooms, as I have heard is the habit of the youth of today. Or up against a wall, under a table or, best of all, on the table with plates and glasses hitting the floor around us while people gasp in shock and horror.
I could just hear the owner, tapping me on the shoulder as I drilled down into you. "Excuse me, you're disturbing the other guests. This particular table is for eating only. If you want to fuck, we have the beer garden out the back!"
But all those thoughts momentarily disappeared when I saw you sitting there in a wonderfully short, light blue dress. Arms spread out and resting on the sides of the wicker chair, perfect tanned legs crossed showing a large expanse of thigh and chest and sexy white, stiletto shoes, well we were in Essex, with those Jayne-eyes sparkling at me. The hem was clearly well up your thighs although sitting down it's hard to tell just how far up and the scooped neckline was both interestingly low and excitingly loose. One of the spaghetti straps had slid off your shoulder and I watched as you reached across your body and slipped it back in place making your boobs jiggle confirming to me that there wasn't even a strapless bra under it.
The reaction between my legs told me I might be well on the way to recovering from our earlier exertions; I certainly hoped so, but had my doubts.
"Hi," I answered. "Yes, I love the frock it's so classy, but as sexy as hell, too. A perfect combination."
Your smile widened. "That's me classy and sexy!"
"Wait," I said, as you began to stand. "You look so stunning there. One kiss, before you get up."
You grinned and raised your head as I bent forward as you offered your glossy lips to mine.
But that wasn't quite what I had in mind. I slid to my knees in front of you and took hold of one leg, uncrossing it as I pulled it to one side of my body. My other hand took your right leg and pushed that to the other side of me. You were spread now, long tanned legs spreadeagled, white panties clearly on show.
My hands went under your knees, pulling your bottom forward so that your head dropped back as your body slid forward. For a second, I felt like running my tongue along your cloth-covered pussy, as it was so close to my face, but I didn't. Instead, I pushed my bulge against your mound, letting you feel the hardness that was forming there, well I hoped it was. My hands slid upwards, checking that indeed, you weren't wearing a bra under the dress. With the softest of featherlight touches, my fingertips traced little circles around your nipples. I pushed my hips closer, so that I could ever so gently rotate my hardness against your pussy.
I did think of dragging those thin straps downwards to expose your tits, devour them with my mouth, but held back. Don't spoil the moment. Instead, I closed in for the kiss, moving my head back an inch each time you tried to respond, letting you know that I was controlling this.
When our mouths touched, I licked across your lips, down to the edges and back again, before slipping my tongue inside your mouth, flicking it against your teeth, your gums, your tongue. Hips rotating, fingertips caressing, tongue brushing yours, all as lightly as I possibly could, I felt our breaths intermingle, enjoying that special, sexy moment.
I pulled away as quickly as I'd sank to my knees, taking your hand and helping you to your feet. I hoped you felt as I did. Aroused in a sensual rather than outright raw, needy way.
God was I hard, well almost I realised, confirming my recovery, fuck I am a stud, I grinned!
"Want a glass of vino before we go?" I joked.
"No thanks, I've already got to redo my lippy that you've fucked it up," you grinned turning away and confirming clearly that the length of the dress made it impossible for you to bend forward hardly any distance without flashing your knickers. It was a clear hard-on inducing dress!
Her.
The bar of Fleece was, as usual, crowded, was it never? What was nice about it, from the point of view of me being with you, was that it drew people of all ages, it wasn't a 'kids' pub with blaring music which I hate.
"You get the drinks, James," I said rather more authoritatively than I intended, "I'll sort a table."
"What would you like?"
"I'll pass on vino, but a large glass of Chablis would be great," I smiled over my shoulder as I walked through to the back room to find the owner, Ralph. "Wait there," I mouthed to you.
I looked around and was relieved not to see anyone I knew of my age group or any mates, but quite a few older who I was on nodding terms with and to some of them I nodded wondering what they would make of me being with you,
As usual it was a pretty smartly dressed crowd. Lots of jeans and tees of course, ridiculously short micro skirts, glitzy tops with thin little straps and sequins, blouses undone a button or two too many and tight clothes everywhere; and as for the girls?
"Any chance of a table for two, please Ralph?" I asked standing just a little too close to the forty something owner who I had always quite fancied, but had never yet fucked.
"For you Jayne," he replied staring unashamedly at my tits "Anything. Want it now or later?"
Smiling at the double entendre, I replied. "Oh, you know me Ralphie I'm an anytime girl."
"I wish," he quipped back. "Say twenty minutes and you can have the one in the window."
That was the best table, for in addition to the window with a good view of the room, it was by itself.
"Great luv, thanks," I beamed at him, "I owe you one."
I returned to the bar and found you. "The table'll be twenty minutes," I told you leaning against the bar.
"Great. Here sit on the stool," you said pushing a bar stool towards me.
I smiled. "You are joking, aren't you? Sit on a stool in this?" I said looking down at my, barely, crotch covering dress.
"You said you wanted to be a sexual adventurer," you smiled.
"Yes, but not where I am known, those adventures need to be my, well our secret."
"Ok I see, but it's not the most challenging adventure in the world to flash those pins to all and sundry, is it?"
"Ok" I said smiling and feeling a little excited as I climbed up onto the high stool, my social conditioning taking over as I made sure I didn't flash too much when I crossed my legs but, in reality that was impossible.
"Yes, very ok," you said moving closer and partially shielding me from most onlookers as, staring into my eyes, you ran your fingertips slowly from my knee to the hem of the blue dress. Holding my gaze, you slid your fingertip slightly under the hem. We just stared at each other as you moved your fingertips in tiny circles on my thigh. Your gaze seemed to be asking questions and my mind was answering. Your eyes were saying 'want me to go further?' My mind was saying 'yes I do.' But we both knew that was not possible, well not here, not in The Fleece, not where I knew so many people. But by Christ was my body screaming out for you to shove your hand right up my skirt as I spread my legs on that stool so that you could get your fingers into my knickers as everybody looked on. What a fucking buzz that would be!
"Your table's ready Jayne," I heard Ralph saying as if from afar. It wasn't from afar, though, for he was standing just behind me and was looking intently at your hand on my leg. I beamed a big smile at him and leaned forward as I stood up, the front of the dress gaping a bit.
"Thanks Ralph, by the way this is my uncle James. James this is the owner of the pub, my good friend Ralph."
A little like two adversaries sizing each other up, you shook hands saying how pleased you were to meet each other. Fucking liars, I thought, secretly feeling pleased at the obvious antagonism between you.
