As they walked down the street into the more mainstream part of Kings Cross Caroline could not believe the time, the morning was gone, and it was fast approaching 1 pm. The mornings events didn't seem like they should have taken that long, but then when she thought about it a lot had happened.
'Light lunch in a pub I know?' the author asked.
'I could eat something,' she replied, actually she could eat a lot, the last 24 hours had taken a lot out of her and while she had probably eaten more calories than normal, she hadn't eaten enough for the ridiculous amount of exercise that her fit bit had indicated she had done!
A short time later they walked into a tiny pub called 'The Paper Moon,' it looked like it had been here for 300 years, but the inside was clean, and well maintained. The menu was on the wall, it was not large, but there was a good selection, the author ordered a pint of London Pride, and Caroline not wanting to get tipsy early had a diet coke. They sat at a table, there were plenty to choose from there was only 3 people besides them in the place.
'It's always quiet in here,' the author mused, 'I have no idea how they manage to stay open.'
Caroline had not really listened she was working out what to order, it didn't take long Caroline wanted the Pad Thai and the author wanted a roast beef door step with horseradish and chips. Caroline had clocked the barman as they came in, she guessed he was a rugby player, or something like that, a big solid man, late thirties or early forties, she found herself attracted to him and as a result offered to go and order. She was her best flirt ordering, playing with her hair and touched her boobs more than once. As she finished she leant over the bar and whispered to him, 'I am not wearing any knickers.' She winked and walked back to the table.
'Be about 15 minutes, she said, noticing the smirk on the author's face.
She looked at him for a few moments, he was defiantly smirking at her, 'What?' she demanded.
'Tell me honestly you would have done that 24 hours ago,' he said
She blushed, she knew she would not have, in fact she couldn't believe she had done it now.
'Fair enough,' she said with a smile, 'and I wouldn't have done this either.'
Caroline got up, fluffed her skirt towards the barman and walked towards the toilet, when she got to the door she looked back at the barman, she was very pleased to see he was watching her, and she beckoned him with a finger, then disappeared inside.
The barman looked at the author, the author came in here a lot, and the barman knew him, the author indicated with an open hand that the barman could go. The barman shot like a startled jack rabbit to the toilet.
Caroline was waiting just inside the door when it opened and the barman entered. 'I wasn't sure you would come,' she said.
'Errr, well, I am not sure what I am doing here,' he said, 'never done this before...I'm Pete, by the way.'
Caroline could see he was nervous, and was not sure how to calm him, not being an expert at this herself.
'I'm Caroline, and I haven't exactly done anything like this before either, but I am being,' she paused thinking about the next part, before she concluded, 'more impulsive this weekend.'
He didn't seem to know what to say, so she continued, 'and the impulse I just followed was, I would quite like you to fuck me.' Caroline could not believe she had said that, but she was following the author's instructions. As they had walked from the sex shop he had said, 'I want you to fuck somebody in the pub, your choice who, but you should be a complete slut and get fucked in the toilet.'
She had complained, but he had played the 'if you don't want to say your safe word, and this all stops! Card,' Bastard! When they arrived Caroline really did not like the look of the three blokes sitting down, and quite fancied the barman, so it had been an easy choice, because 'Aardvark' was a word that would never pass her lips again.
He hadn't made a move, so she grabbed his belt and pulled him towards her, undoing the belt and slipping her hand into his jeans, his cock was semi hard and a good size, which made her happy. She leaned in to kiss him and he kissed back, she felt his cock in her hand respond.
Pete felt her ample tit, perky and standing proud in her bra, he was careful and gentle, and obviously still not sure, and so she took his other hand and placed it against her pussy, showing that she had not lied about no panties. This seemed to liven him up and he unbuttoned her dress to gain access to her tits, his warm hands felt good against the soft skin of her breast, and he slipped inside her bra, her hard nipple easy to locate and he teased it a little. His other hand was searching for her clit, and after some fumbling he found it, she jumped.
'Sorry,' she said, 'it is just really sensitive today,' and it was, she thought she might cum walking here when the wind blew her dress against it, whatever the shop owner had done was still having a serious effect.
The instruction seemed to work through, he started to play around her clit, letting the movements of skin and pressure on her mons create the feelings in her clit, she moaned.
His cock was getting really hard now and she undid his buttons and fly, pulling his jeans down just enough, and released his cock through the fly in his briefs, she was actually disappointed, it was a distinctly average cock, but she thought it could be worse. His hands were skilled and she was going to cum before his cock got anywhere near her. She moaned as he glanced across her clit, his fingers playing with more force now, and her lack of overreaction to his touch encouraged him and he pushed her clit, she moaned louder, probably loud enough to hear it in the bar.
The encouragement this gave him was what she needed, and he became more intense, she felt her muscles tense, and knew an orgasm was not far off, she moaned more as he put pressure on her clit, his tender play with her nipple turning more forced too.
She shuddered, it was quite a physical orgasm her body flinching and moving more than she was used to, her mind was flashing back, she was on the desk, struggling to breathe, as her clit exposed under those intense vibrations, her orgasm shook her. She opened her eyes, and Pete seemed impressed he had the effect he had, he turned her around before she knew it, and her hands supported her against the wash basin as he pulled her dress up exposing her arse, with its welts and red complexion.
As he slid his cock into her pussy he said, 'looks like you have been well used already this weekend.'
'You have no idea,' she said as she relaxed onto his cock, loving the chance for a normal fuck.
His cock slipped up so easily, she wondered if she would ever have a tight little pussy again, but it did feel good as he thrust, she looked back over her shoulder at him, with the exception of the author he was the sexiest man to fuck her this weekend, she reflected as she pushed back hard onto Pete, moaning again. The author was not as handsome or physically desirable as Pete, the author had something else, the games he played with her mind, the excitement of where he took her mentally, and the way his words affected her, that was what made him the only man she really wanted. She stopped herself, Pete was still pumping away and she let him put all the effort he wanted into it, as she wanted to think, Eamonn was her husband, and the only man she wanted. No that was not right, it was true, but also not true.
She leant into the fuck from Pete, and tried to push the thought from her mind, moaning again as he rubbed against her g spot, she moved gently to make every stroke hit it. She knew he was close, and she moved her hand, as a little pressure on her clit now and she would come again, she felt a spasm, this orgasm was small and much less intense, but it was enough for Pete the squeeze on his cock making him cum, he shot his load into her, she moaned as he did.
As they stood, she felt the cum on the lips of her pussy, it would all be leaking out soon.
'You better get back to the bar,' she said, and she made for a stall.
She sat and let the cum drip out, her mind consumed with the internal battle Eamonn against the author. She heard the door open and close, Pete leaving, and then lost herself in the thoughts, after a moment of the same thoughts running around her head, she decided that Eamonn was her husband and the man for her, there was no doubt in that, however, the author was the one she wanted to excite her, use her, be her sexual master. That probably was not good, but it was a problem for Sunday afternoon when she got home. She cleaned up and walked for the door.
As the door opened and she walked out, a round of applause echoed around the bar, there were 5 people besides her and the author in there now, and the author was behind the bar handing a beer to the new guys. She gave a theatrical bow and when and sat at her seat. She never would have done that 24 hours ago either, she would have run out ashamed, as she should be, at this moment she was so proud of something that she should be ashamed of, what had this man done to her?
The author came over and sat back down, followed quite quickly by Pete carrying their food.
'Thanks for covering,' he said to the author as he put the food down, 'and thank you for making this day one to remember,' he said to Caroline. She smiled at him.
The author looked at her, smile on his face and said, 'they all heard you, they were auguring if you had 2 or 3 orgasms, you have made Pete a legend in here forevermore.'
Caroline smiled as she tucked into her food, her mind flicking back to her thoughts in the toilet. She stopped eating for a moment and said to the author, 'Before we disappear tomorrow, can we have a chat about something, my mind is confused, and I am having a few thoughts that I don't want.'
The author looked concerned, 'If this is having a physiological impact we can stop, I don't want to damage you.'
'No, No, god no,' she said, 'there is no way you are stopping this now, and it would have no impact on the thoughts, I just need some help.'
'We can do it now if you want,' he said in a very kind and considerate voice, she believed fully in that moment that he really cared for her.
'OK, it's not complicated, in the toilet, thoughts flicked through my mind that you were the only man I wanted, but Eamonn is my husband and on any rational level he is the man I want,' she blurted out. One pretty short sentence but about a thousand tonnes off her mind.
The author chewed his mouthful, and looked very thoughtful for a moment, then said, 'Eamonn is the man you want, what you want from me is the sexual release that he can't provide. I have shown you what you are capable of and what you really desire. In the last 24 hours you have changed to know yourself better than ever before, your desire towards me is based on that, not love, or anything that stands the test of time. I will be in your life as long as you want after this weekend, but as a distraction, a release, not as a loving husband. I think Eamonn will want you to have both, but you will not know until you talk to him without the emotion of this weekend in the way.'
He went back to eating, looking relaxed and free, Caroline thought about what he said, and was not as sure as he was, but it made some sense and she could give it more consideration later, at this moment if seemed to settle her mind, but that could just be letting it out and telling somebody.
As they finished their food, one of the guys that she had shied away from when they came in walked up, he looked very nervous, and stood there for a moment. Caroline looked at him, she was sure her face registered distain, but she did not mean to be cruel, after a moment though with a voice cracking from fear said, 'I will regret it forever if I don't ask, so would you consider somebody else besides the barman.'
Caroline looked at him, she could not believe he had just asked to fuck her. He was at least 70, wrinkly, with white grey hair, and a mild body odour, his clothes and his hands looked like he had been working hard this morning.
