I suggest you read parts 1 and 2 before reading this third part of the series, otherwise you won't understand what's going on here.
At the end of part two, I took Catherine Anderson home, and after ordering in some food from a local Chinese restaurant, we spent a pleasant evening together, studiously avoiding politics. I was opposed to just about everything she stood for, and since she was a politician, I thought that it would be the best course of action, especially if I wanted to make love to her again after we had eaten.
She had asked me earlier as we were about to leave her office if I would take her home and stay with her that night, because she didn't want to sleep alone. Since I had been fucking her senseless for the last couple of hours I felt it was the least I could do, and besides, I'd become quite fond of her. She was, as it turned out, quite a lonely woman despite her stunning good looks and privileged lifestyle.
So, later on that evening after I'd tucked her up in bed, or should I say fucked her in her King-size bed, I stayed and slept the night with her. She seemed to love that there was another human being with her, to comfort her and keep her warm.
It got a lot warmer when we woke up next morning, and when I eventually left, I left her naked with a sizeable deposit of my come leaking from her beautiful pussy. She gave me her private ex-directory number and pleaded with me to call her soon. I promised I would, as I kissed her goodbye, and believe me, I kept that promise many times over.
With the help of the amulet, I was one hundred per cent more successful with women than I had ever been before, and yet I didn't go crazy with it. I suppose I could have had a different partner to sleep with every night, but that didn't appeal to me. It soon becomes very tiresome, and besides, these were for the most part innocent women, real human being with minds and personalities and lives to live. They had enough shit in their lives already without me adding to it.
There had to be something different for me, either someone I found attractive in some quirky way, a woman with an unusual personality, or someone who just happened to cross my path unexpectedly. I wouldn't make love to just any woman because she was beautiful or attractive. I was always looking below the surface, looking for something a little more, some connection, or as I said, some extenuating circumstance which brought them my way.
My cousin Jacki's wedding for instance. Jacki, or Jaqueline to give her, her proper name invited me to her wedding, and since she had always been my favourite cousin there was no way on this earth I was going to miss it, so I accepted. I told her I'd be coming on my own after my break up with my partner.
Jacki had moved away from where we were both brought up in Scotland a few years before, and now lived in the North of England, about four hundred miles away. Too far for me to drive home the same night, so my plan was to drive down on the Friday, stay overnight ready for the wedding on Saturday, then stay overnight again on the Saturday night and drive home on Sunday, or maybe even Monday.
That's where we ran into major problems, because Jacki lived in a small country village, and commuted about twenty-five miles away into the nearest city for her job. The village where she lived and where the wedding was being held had just one hotel, and it was hardly a multi-national hotel with a hundred rooms. The rooms they had available, about six as far as I could make out, were already booked by Jacki's immediate family, her parents, her brother and sister, etc. Luckily, the groom's cousin who lived in the village too, ran a 'bed and breakfast,' business with three bedrooms that were available and I booked a room there.
In the UK, many small villages and towns have "Bed And Breakfast,' guesthouse businesses where passing tourists, hikers, anglers, etc can book a room for the night. These are usually part-time and help to bring in a little extra income to supplement their earnings. Typically the husband or wife has a full time day job in an office or a farm, or whatever, and the other partner, either works from home, or more often running the Bed and Breakfast is
their
full time job.
I set off on Friday morning in case of delays, road works, etc, determined to be there in plenty of time and arrived I in the early afternoon. I drove straight to Jacki's house, thanks to my sat-nav, to let her know I had arrived. It was so nice to see her again as I hadn't seen her for a couple of years. I also met Tracy, her bridesmaid, a really lovely looking young woman with sparkling blue eyes and a smile that would light up any room. I was tempted, but kept my powder dry, being in no hurry to commit myself for the rest of the weekend just yet.
Tracy made me a cup of tea and a sandwich, while I chatted to Jacki, and we had a lot of catching up to do. After about half an hour, knowing that Jacki was bound to be busy with last minute wedding arrangements I excused myself and made may way to the street where my Bed and Breakfast guesthouse was situated. It was just off the main street, the only street as it happened. A big old house, stone built with a steeply sloping slate roof, typical of the better quality houses to be found in the UK countryside.
I knocked at the door, and a very attractive woman who looked to be in her early forties opened the door. She smiled sweetly, a lovely smile, and when I told her who I was she invited me in. I wiped my feet on the doormat, before entering, not that my shoes were dirty or anything, but it was just courtesy, and good manners.
I signed the guest book and she led me upstairs. She was wearing a burgundy coloured cardigan and a tweed skirt, just below knee level. I liked the sight of her neat, tight bottom as she ascended the stairs before me watching it sway enticingly with each step. She had great legs too, very shapely, but slim with nice delicate ankles as well. It was all nicely in proportion and I liked what I was seeing. She led me along a corridor and opened a bedroom door, leading me inside. It was a good sized room with a double bed, a couple of bedside cabinets, built in wardrobes and another door that led to an ensuite shower room.
She handed me the keys, one for my bedroom and another on the same key ring for the front door. Breakfast was served any time up until 9.30am she informed me, after which the kitchen was closed. Rooms had to be vacated by 11am on the day I was leaving. She smiled all the while, and then she asked me if I'd like a cup of tea as she was just about to make one for herself anyway she explained. It was very nice of her to ask, as she had no need to offer, but I accepted all the same, and followed her down to the residents lounge, but when she went through a big swing door to the kitchen I followed her.
'I don't usually allow guests in the kitchen,' she said, looking a bit startled that I'd followed her through, then smiled again to sugar coat the mild rebuke.
'I'm sorry,' I offered, 'but I'd much rather sit at a cosy kitchen table and have a friendly chat with you, rather than in the resident's lounge if you don't mind.' She shrugged her shoulders and gave way to my request telling me to pull up a chair and sit down if that was what I preferred.
She put out cups and saucers on the table, a milk jug and sugar, and offered me some biscuits (cookies to our American friends) which I declined, but I thanked her all the same. She sat opposite me and poured me a cup of tea, then one for herself. I took milk, no sugar, and she did the same.
'What takes you to our little village?' she began, and I explained that I was here for my cousin Jacki's wedding. Her eyes lit up, an obvious interest there.
'Oh of course, you're Jacki's cousin are you? The whole village is talking about the wedding, it's a big event in these parts. I can tell by your accent you're down from Scotland, I love to hear that accent. So masculine and...' she hesitated, and then she actually blushed, and I waited for her to finish.
