All characters in my stories are aged 18 and over and whilst there may sometimes be conversations that involve people casting their minds back to when they were younger, active sex is NOT a feature of those past times. In the UK, the legal age of consent is 16 but any sexually active characters in my stories are aged 18 and over.
As with the previous chapter, there is little sex in this one so - as always - please give this chapter a miss if you're in the mood for something more hardcore.
It was Friday - the day before Amber and Jonathan were to fly out to Mexico for a week. The holiday was presented by Jonathan to Amber as part of a package of Christmas gifts, another one of which the 'spa day' at the salon that Amber would be attending today. During their week away, it would also be Jonathan's 63rd birthday, something that he'd been thinking about quite a bit before he'd met Amber. He'd be 63 years old and not 'settled down' or in a decent relationship of any kind. Since meeting Amber and now with their wedding just 3 months away, the fears and worries he'd had about growing older alone had faded considerably. He genuinely felt like the luckiest bloke in the world having such a beautiful and busty young girl to be by his side throughout his later years.
Amber was already awake, laying silently in bed noticing that there was another hour before the alarm was due to go off. She was feeling tentatively excited. No work for her today, just a morning of luxury at the salon, being pampered, her packing and then the thought of flying out to Mexico tomorrow. Whilst she could definitely acknowledge the excitement she felt, she also felt relieved that the very serious conversation she'd had with Jonathan the day after he'd tried to force her to have sex after his boozy lunch at Carsons, seemed to have resulted in agreement and understanding.
They'd actually been in bed the following morning when Amber had been woken up early by the feeling of a finger moving around inside her pussy and Jonathan's erection nudging into her backside. At the time, she couldn't believe the audacity of the man! Not only had he tried to force her to have sex the previous evening when she'd made it clear she didn't want it but here he was now, the next morning, barely awake and touching her up again! She'd swiftly pulled his finger out and moved further away so he couldn't touch her. He'd mumbled something like, 'Aww, come on princess, you know we like to start the day like this.' Amber wasn't going to be starting any day without having a serious conversation with him and she told him that. During their chat, she would be the most direct she'd ever dared to be with him.
She laid into him about him getting drunk and also blamed his drunkenness and horny demeanour on his visit to Carsons.
Feeling very glad that he'd decided NOT to tell Carsons management about their 'mystery shop', Jonathan had told her that he hadn't been to Carsons at all and that Brian had suggested they go to another place that had opened nearer to where he lived.
Upon hearing that, Amber then blamed Brian, alleging that he must've encouraged Jonathan to drink too much. She'd added that she didn't really care for the man.
Jonathan had said that it wasn't his mate's fault and that he himself was totally responsible for drinking too much. He said he would be honest in that he couldn't promise that he wouldn't be affected by alcohol in the future but that if he was (to the point where he couldn't drive home), he would stay over in a cheap hotel for one night so that she didn't have to 'put up with' the way he could sometimes be after a drink.
Amber had assured him that she didn't have a problem with a couple of drinks but when it got to a stage where he kept being jokey and they couldn't have a serious conversation, she didn't like it. He'd acknowledged that and apologised.
Then - a big one - she'd told Jonathan that in future, if she said 'no', it meant 'no' and that it was inexcusable for him to force himself on her.
Jonathan knew there was absolutely no point in trying to explain to Amber about how his very niche and specific desires and obsessions drove him but he did give a schpiel about sex drives in general and how his has always been high and that there was nothing he could do about it as it was just nature and just as his sex drive was high, there would equally be other men who had much lower sex drives. In a cagey move, he'd actually flipped the conversation around at that point, asking Amber if she was sure she still wanted to get married to him knowing that his sex drive would always be high. He'd loved the sudden look of uncertainty on her face as up to that point, she'd been pretty much controlling the conversation but when she'd heard him say about being sure if she wanted to marry, the thought that he himself was suggesting that perhaps they shouldn't made her fear that he would call everything off. It was at this point that a nagging doubt crept into her mind - a number of men had done things to her since she'd been with Jonathan. Awful, horrible things that she'd done absolutely nothing to encourage and were totally not her fault.
More recently, Sophie's Grandad had been having fairly regular sex with her too due to the trap she found herself in because of her stupid behaviour on New Years Eve. Was she being hypocritical with Jonathan? If he found out about the situations she'd been in since they'd been going out together, she knew he'd be horrified! Jonathan hadn't been with anyone else whilst they'd been together. Yes, his sex drive had pushed her into situations with him that she'd rather not be in such as his drunken behaviour last week and the things he'd often say and call out during sex but the ultimate betrayal of a partner was to be unfaithful. He'd not done that. She had, albeit against her will.
She really did feel uneasy about calling his behaviour out when she thought about what had happened to her over the past few months. Of course, she'd assured him that she wanted to marry him more than anything but that they just needed to work out the sex side and be sure there was respect for her when she said 'no'.
Despite the doubts that had crept in, Amber wanted to continue their conversation with her big request. She had no idea how Jonathan would respond but it was a part of her conversation that she'd planned in her head the previous evening and it had been further spurred on by her finding the DVD of Chloe that he'd been watching in the player. She reminded him that when they got back from Mexico, she would be going straight back to her parents and that in the weeks that they'd be living apart before the wedding, she wanted him to see a therapist to talk about his 'desires' and how they could be better managed. Jonathan felt the idea pointless. There was no way on this earth that he would open up to a stranger about what drove him in terms of what he liked sexually. He'd probably be arrested! Amber had told him that it would mean a lot to her and that it would help to remove the few doubts she had about marrying him. She told him that she would find a therapist and that all he'd have to do would be to turn up. Of course, Jonathan didn't want anything to do with the idea but this time, the tables were slightly turned. From how Amber had phrased it, he felt that she may indeed, be considering whether to go through with their wedding and knowing that she'd be staying at her parents for some time after their holiday, he didn't want to run the risk that she might be browbeaten out of the idea by her over-protective parents. Reluctantly, he'd agreed but only if the sessions were online. There was no way on earth he was going to sit in the same room as someone and open up about what turned him on sexually.
Amber was so pleased he'd agreed. She'd even leaned in and kissed him to show her appreciation of him considering her views by agreeing to the therapy.
Their conversation had concluded by Amber reminding him that she was no longer on the pill and that they absolutely could NOT have full sex until their wedding night. Jonathan had questioned about whether just one teeny, weeny exception could be made for their holiday and even threw in that it was his birthday and how unfair it would be to deprive him of her body on his special day but she was resolute. It stated categorically in the church guidance that not one single occurrence was allowed after birth control had ceased and she was going to go along with every single rule rigidly and without exception. Again, Jonathan had had to reluctantly accept her 'rule'. He felt frustrated and annoyed that they'd be heading off to sun, sea and sand but that he'd be getting no sex. He'd been looking forward to their trip away since he'd booked it early last December. Yes, the thought of the rest of his life with a busty young girl on his arm was the absolute ultimate goal and prize but he knew he'd struggle without sex for a week in that location. Amber was pleased that she'd met with little resistance from him as their conversation ended and she snuggled up close to him for a hug. In a way, it had felt much better knowing that she could cosy up to her fiancé without full sex always having to follow on.
In the days that followed their chat, they'd been intimate every day but without full penetration. What Amber didn't know was that Jonathan had also been wanking at least twice a day, sometimes more.
Jonathan let out a muffled sigh, a sign that he was starting to wake up from a night's sleep. Amber felt his fingers on her nipples. Both her breasts were squashed together as she lay on her left hand side, her nipples close together and Jonathan's hand was able to slide effortlessly across both of them. In a strange way, Amber felt she could 'allow' herself to be more responsive to him now they weren't having full sex. She felt that there wasn't the inevitability there was when they were usually intimate and she liked it. It felt like there was no pressure and that sex wasn't everything and she liked that. She glanced at the alarm clock, 15 minutes before it was due to go off. Arching her back, she pushed her buttocks towards him and - as usual when the day was just beginning - she felt his erection.
"Mmmm... you've got beautiful tits... beautiful big fucking tits."
She could've done without the 'tits' and without the swear but ultimately, she knew sex was off the cards and his toying with her nipples was starting to feel very, very good. A small moan escaped her lips.
"Turn round darling. Come on. Turn and face me."
Amber rolled over onto her right side, her breasts now facing Jonathan, still mashed together and thrusting out in front of her.
"Mmmm... God your tits Amber. Your fucking tits... Mmmmpppfffhhhh!" Sliding slightly down the bed, Jonathan lowered his head into her cleavage, taking as much of both her areola and nipples as he could into his mouth. Amber clamped her thighs together tightly, squeezing her clit hard as the results of what he was doing quickly spread through her body, coming to rest between her legs and - ironically - making her feel like she needed something inside her.
She reached down, wrapping her fingers around his hardness.
"Oh, perhaps I shouldn't do this. You know... as we can't..." No sooner had she moved her hand away again than she felt it grabbed and placed back where it was.
"No! Touch me. You touch me. Oh yessss." Jonathan's voice was low and 'early morning' husky. His eyes closed as she stroked his dick. He was utilising fantasies quite a bit since he'd not been able to have sex with her and although Amber wouldn't be able to tell, he could be thinking about anything whilst they were being intimate. This morning, he was imagining that Amber's small hand was that of a very busty, inexperienced 18 year old girl who was working at a riding stable and as the new manager there, he was explaining the duties she'd have to fulfil in order to keep her job, one of those being to caress and care for his cock in whatever way he dictated and another being to ensure she came to work smartly dressed, always in the tight, stretchy white turtle neck top that he made all the girls wear so he could enjoy looking at all their different styles of bra all day.
