Author's note: This was written for a friend.
1.
James sat in the corner of the bar, watching a group of younger folk playing pool as he sipped his Deuchars. Early to mid-20s, he thought, focussed on the girl. She wasn't playing, just sipping a vodka-based drink, occasionally participating in banter with the guys at the table. She was a sexy young thing, he thought: he wouldn't mind at all. But it wasn't going to happen. He picked up his novel, the new Kelman, settled into it with a fresh pint. But his eyes kept returning to the girl.
He'd hit a barren spot in his writing and a kind friend, seeing him languish, had given him the use of her wee caravan on the Fife coast for a couple of weeks. The van was pretty basic and he wouldn't have fancied it in winter, there was a scent of damp from the stains at the seams. But it had electricity for his laptop, cooker and gas heater, a plumbed toilet and shower. It was fine for June. He was content, and his keyboard had begun rattling again after the first day. So content that this was the first time he'd gone to the pub for his evening meal and a couple of pints. Saturday night out at the Crusoe Hotel in the wee village of Lower Largo was not jumping, but he hadn't expected it to be. He focussed on the Kelman till the young woman came up to the bar beside him. He smiled hi and she said: You're a stranger here: on holiday?
Aye, staying in a caravan along the bay, just east of the village. I take it you're local? He was watching her face, the wee shower of freckles on her cheeks, pierced nose. He couldn't help but notice her full breasts, her sleeveless t-shirt wasn't designed to hide them. Traces of blonde hair at her oxters, so she wasn't dyed. Well, mostly not: her hair was finished with purple ends round her neck. She was delicious, slightly plump in a most sexy way.
Yeah, she said: Just out with some pals for the evening. It's a quiet place. Usually go to Edinburgh at the weekends to stay with my boyfriend, but he's away this weekend, so this is the best I have. She worked in a law office in Kirkcaldy, she said, was beginning a law degree part-time as a mature student. Meantime she was a legal secretary.
She took a tray of drinks to the pool table for her pals, returned to the bar with her Smirnoff Ice: So why a caravan in Largo for your holiday? If you don't mind me asking, you don't look that poor, usually we get Dundee neds at the caravans?
He explained why he was there, and that the van wasn't on the rather rowdy site he'd noticed up the brae. Also realised she wasn't exactly sober. And was looking at him in a way he thought he recognised. He was very surprised, but she was younger than his daughters and he didn't know the codes for her culture, so he ignored the twinge in his cock and resigned himself to expecting nothing.
They blethered a bit and he couldn't help evaluate her. She seemed a nice lass, bright, good company. And she breathed sex, he thought. She touched his arm a couple of times as they spoke and he moved his leg so it brushed her slightly. She didn't move. He asked her about the weekends in Edinburgh, and her boyfriend. He'd graduated last summer, was doing his teacher training at Moray House. It was the cricket season and he was off to Aberdeen for a match for the weekend. He was in the college First Eleven. She hadn't been interested in going with him, neither cricket nor his friends did anything for her.
She asked him about his writing and he noticed her glance at his empty ring-finger, looked in her eyes then: I'm not long divorced, he smiled, that's why the finger's still a bit shiny. Explained he wasn't a published writer, yet. He paused: Unless you count online? She looked at him quizzically: Of course, tell me when I get back, I need the girls' room.
Her bottle was empty and he ordered up a round, carried the tray to the pool players. Chatted briefly about their game, returned to the girl, now back at the bar. We haven't been introduced, he said, corners of his eyes crinkling into a smile. I'm James. He extended his hand to her.
Karen. Glad to meet you tonight. She smiled winsomely and he looked her straight in the eye: Glad to have met you too, Karen.
Now, she said: You were going to tell me about your online publications?
Aye. He was slightly embarrassed; this wasn't something he usually talked about to anyone, far less a sexy lassie thirty years his junior. He sipped his beer. Well, mostly my writing is fairly mainstream, short stories, and I've started a novel. But my online stuff is a bit less mainstream...
Her eyes widened and she caught her breath slightly, her incisors bit her bottom lip. It was a provocative sight, and her eyes were sparkling now. He looked away: I, er, I contribute to an erotica site.
He dared look at her again and her eyes were shining: Well, she said, you're a dirty old man then? What site? I look at erotica sometimes, Literotica.
That's where I write Karen. Maybe you've seen my stuff? He told her his site name. Uh, rings a bell, she said. She leaned closer so her fine tits hung under her shirt, spoke low: Don't know why I'm telling you this James, but I really get off on BDSM and NonConsent/Reluctance.
His cock twinged. Fuck, she was sexy. And maybe just...?
He leaned in to kiss her generous lips, just a brush: Well you must be a very naughty little girl then Karen. Look, he said, sorry I'm a dinosaur, I still smoke, and right now I'm gasping. D'you mind coming outside with me for a moment? She slipped off the barstool and her legs rubbed his: I wouldn't mind a cigarette myself James.
The hotel was right on the ancient stone quayside and they walked out onto the pier. The tide was full, water slapping the stone walls. Tinkles from the rigging of a couple of wee yachts sounded in the balmy air of the late June evening. South across the Firth of Forth, lights of towns sparkled in the distance, fifteen miles away. There was still light on the western horizon, though it was after ten pm.
James rolled them both cigarettes, drew Karen into the shelter of his jacket to light hers. She looked up at him, a shadowed face, but her eyes sparkled in the flash of the lighter. Well then, she said, I'm a naughty little girl, and you're a dirty old man. Her lips were slightly parted and he leaned to kiss her. She responded and they both dropped their cigarettes as their arms slid round each other: Christ Karen, you are so sexy, he murmured into the purple hair behind her ear, licking her there. I want to fuck you right here lassie. And he dragged her back to the dark of the sea-wall behind the hotel. Pushed her against the rough wall, fingers sliding up her stockinged thighs as he kissed her hard, then licked round the bottom of her ear, tongue tickling into it. She parted her legs a little, just enough so his fingers could caress the gusset of her panties under her short skirt, feel her dampness there.
She was pushing him away now: James, not here, please, my pals might come out looking for me, but his cock was afire and one arm held her throat against the wall as the other pulled her panties down to her knees. Karen, I need you now woman, and he knelt to pull her panties over her shoes. Licked into her cunt, tongue furrowing through sparse blonde hair till it found her wetness. His hands were on her tits now, pressing her back against the rough wall as she continued to squirm in resistance, and he lapped her sweet young sex. Fuck Karen, you are so delicious. He rose, unzipping his jeans. Take my cock out you dirty little girl. Her fingers moved hesitantly on his pants, stroked his cock a little. Pull them down, my sweet wee slut, he grunted, kissing her mouth again hard, fingering her clit. You're a dirty wee lassie and you're going to get a filthy fuck from your dirty old man. She slowly slid his pants down and his cock was hard against her soft belly. She fingered his cock hesitantly. She was panting now and he roughly turned her so her hands were on the wall. Bend over slut, and he pushed her legs wide with his knee.
Oh fuck, no, please, not here, she whispered. But he was fingering her wet cunt again, opening her for his dripping member. He thrust in hard as his fingers moved to roughly pull and fondle at her pendulous tits and she felt him sink straight into her warm wetness: Oh fuck James, do me, give me a good seeing-to. He was pounding her furiously, possessed by feral lust, just had to empty his spunk into this willing wee slut and she was moaning now, thrusting her arse back as he plunged hard into her. Her hand was on her cunt, frigging her clit, and she spasmed as she felt a wet finger probe roughly into her anus. He was growling low behind her as he thrust into her: Fuck you are the hottest slut Karen, I love your sweet young cunt darling, and as he felt his balls tighten he moved from hard thrusts to fuckfrenzy, slamming her against the wall till the electricity shook him and his spunk sprayed her cervix. He slumped trembling over her back, fondling her tits gently now, kissing under the purple feathers, up her spine, round under her hairline. His fingers slipped to stroke her soft plump belly, felt her piercing. He hadn't heard or felt her orgasm. Selfish bastard, he thought. His cock slipped from her and he turned her round gently: Forgive me lass, I just couldn't stop myself. He kissed her and her soft lips returned it.
