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Jayne’s World Part 10.
A nearly fuck in a car park.
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, Yeşilköy escort bayan 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!
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.
“So, I take it you have fucked him.” You said very matter of factly after Ralph had taken our orders.
“No, I haven’t, why did you think I had?”
“The way you get on and how he looks at you.”
“We have got near, but never gone very far.”
“Would you like to?”
“What fuck him?”
“Not really in the normal course of events, too messy, his wife is close friends with my mum, and he has got a loose mouth.”
“What do you mean normal course of events?”
“Is there an alternative?”
I smiled, again Escort Yeşilyurt leaning forward so I knew you would see most of my boobs and possibly my, hardened nipples too. “Yes, for sexual adventurers there is James.”
“How do you mean?”
“How about him fucking me as you watch?” I asked my heart starting to pound at the thought.
I wondered whether ‘Uncle’ was worse than ‘Grandad’, and decided that I didn’t give a fuck. Suddenly, I’d been rocked out of my warm feeling and a sense of irritation splashed across my insides.
Why? I wasn’t sure.
Perhaps it was because I’d been introduced as your uncle? With my hand halfway up your thigh, it was quite clear I was anything but. So why lie? Wouldn’t ‘this is a good friend of mine’ have done instead? Coyness wasn’t one of your attributes, so why use the uncle line?
Okay, it wasn’t that important. Unreasonable, maybe. But combined with two other things, it built into something more than it was.
Two other things?
First, I didn’t like Ralph. Why? Partly because I don’t like cheating. Okay, an old-fashioned notion, I know. But there you go. But it wasn’t just that, of course. It was because he fancied you and that you fancied him. That was so obvious and easy to see from the way the two of you interacted; actually, flirted might be a more apt term. The smiles, the words, the tone, the intonation all added up; up to what, though, fuck who knew?
Hell, I suddenly realised I was jealous. Now that was unexpected.
But even those two things were as nothing compared to the third point. When you’d talked about our sexual adventures, I’d assumed that meant exactly that. Sex involving the two of us. I guess a liberal interpretation was that by watching, it did involve me. But that was kinda stretching the imagination.
The man himself made his way back to our table. “Ready to order?” he asked.
Given that he’d only handed us menu’s a couple of minutes ago, I thought that was quite a piss take. “No,” I spat out, my eyes saying, fuck off.
“Not quite yet, Ralph,” you interjected, giving what appeared to me to be a sugar-sweet come on smile.
My irritability edged up another notch.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, flashing me a different sort of smile. Smug, I thought as your foot ran up my shin.
“Nothing,” I lied, deciding to come right to the point. “So, our sexual adventures will include others, will they?
“Yes, of course, why don’t you like that?”
I ignored that and replied “Hmmm. So, tell me, being adventurers together, what do I get out of watching you and the man with the big gob fucking each other’s brains out?” You raised your eyebrows and took a drink from the wine. “Don’t you think it would be exciting to watch another man fuck me and uncle, remember I do have some gorgeous friends and of course there’s also mum of course?”
“No,” I sullenly replied. “Not at all.”
“Really?” I grinned.
“Well of course your friends put a different shine on it, assuming they are female.”
“Which they are. Can you imagine being with two or even three Jayneys?”
“But would you like to?”
“God knows?” I replied as unconsciously I pressed my leg against your knee under the table.
“Come on James be truthful, you’d loving being with me and another Jayne wouldn’t you?”
That hit home. “Well, er, yes I guess so. Would you and she sort of um, well,” I fumbled.
“Get it on James? That what you are searching for?”
“Well yes actually?”
“That would be telling love wouldn’t it, what about me and mum?”
“Jayne for God’s sake stop it in here.”
Your smiling reply excited me. “Stop what daddy?”
“You know full well,” I mumbled as your big toe investigated my thigh as I rather frantically looked down and thankfully saw the long, red-checked, for fuck’s sake how seventies, tablecloth.
“Shame,” you said, that twinkle in your eyes getting even bigger as you played me like a puppeteer. “I think it’s really hot, well actually I think it would be cool. I’d get off big time on it.”
“You watching me being fucked.”
I sighed, trying to maintain my mature composure. “Even though he’d tell everyone of his success?”
“Well…” you hesitated. “Maybe he’d watch while you fucked me afterwards?”
“No,” I instantly replied, unsure whether you were joking but not willing to play that game. “Not fucking likely.”
This time you laughed and your foot pushed further up my leg. “Struck a nerve?”
“Only that this is a development I hadn’t considered,” I replied, draining my wine in one go.
“I see,” you said, sitting back and crossing your arms. “So, at my very first suggestion, my fellow sexual adventurer is saying no?”
I stared into those bedroom eyes. I really had no idea whether this was a wind up, or something you really wanted to do. Knowing you, it could be either.
“Au contraire,” I said, leaning forward and aggressively planting Zeytinburnu escort my elbows on the table. “As sexual adventurers, anything goes. If this is what you really want, then I’ll reluctantly go along with it. But what’s that saying? What’s good for the goose……?”
“Ah,” you smiled. “So, you like the concept, it’s just me and Ralph you have a problem with? Okay, so if you watch him fuck me, I have to watch you fucking someone. Is that the deal?”
“No,” I said quite firmly, still unsure whether you were pulling my plonker. “Not quite. If I watch him fuck you, then I want to watch you being fucked by a woman!”
‘Au contraire,’ I thought. ‘Fuck me where does he get his language from?’
I looked around. Partly to see if I knew anyone well and partly if anyone could see under our table, they couldn’t, but also to see if Ralph was looking, he was. That excited me. It was an odd situation to be sitting with you, talking about being fucked, running my foot up your leg and leaning forward to flash you my tits, as Ralph, a man I had come near to having a fling with many times, looked on: a bit like I had, half-jokingly suggested in reverse, with you watching as he fucked me.
“Is that, along with us shagging in dangerous places, the main things you would like to do, uncle?” I said looking up at Ralph and emphasising the uncle, hoping he hadn’t heard the earlier part.”
“Are you ready now Jayne?” He asked.
I smiled up at him. “Yes, I think we are, aren’t we, uncle?”
The look on your face almost made me laugh out loud; it was such a ‘fuck it’ look.
“Yes, what do you want or, should we ask the waiter what he suggests?”
“Ralph owns the place James, he’s not a waiter.”
We ordered and ate our meal almost, but not quite, in silence. ‘Had I gone too far? Had I pushed things further than you would take? Had I, as I had often in the past ruined things before they had really got going? Why don’t I learn, why am I always the smartarse, the flash one with words, why do I get so in people’s faces? Fuck knows, but that’s part of being an Essex girl and an adchick, and that was me and that was what I had to offer, well apart from a pert pair of tits, blonde hair, a tight pussy and a very open pair of legs to the right person.
I slid my hand across the table as I slid my foot up your shin. I put my fingers on the back of your hand. “Sorry, James,” I said looking right into your eyes.
I think that surprised you. You looked sort of relieved and pleased.
“That’s ok,” you replied taking hold of my hand, which I didn’t like. Stroking is fine, rubbing is ok, but holding hands, fuck off that’s what boy and girl friends do, and certainly we were not that, we were sexual adventurers weren’t we? I pulled my hand away.
“Shall we go? You had enough?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“This wasn’t a good idea was it, bringing you here?”
“No, it’s ok?”
“Come on, be truthful, you hate Ralph, don’t you?”
“Hate’s a bit strong.”
“What is it then?”
“He’s unfaithful to his wife, you say he’s got a loose mouth and….?”
“Well, you fancy each other, don’t you and I don’t like that.”
“Are you jealous?” I asked.
“Sort of yes and, before you say it, I know it’s daft.”
I liked your honesty, it made me feel closer to you. I felt all warm and cuddly and wanted to share that with you. I don’t know why I did it. It was so unlike me, but I found myself standing up and putting my hands on your shoulders I leaned across the table. I was vaguely aware that as I did, so the front of my dress gaped and the hem rode up my thighs. It didn’t seem to matter. It was almost as though it was a film, as if it was happening to someone else. I forgot all normal conventions and momentarily I toyed with the idea of pulling the front of my dress down and shoving my bare tits right into your face. That seemed such a great idea, but of course, my ‘better-self’ prevailed.
As my sex addled mind was contemplating pulling my front down, I was also thinking just what it would be like if I pulled the hem of my dress up and flashed my, nearly, bare arse at the diners? If perhaps I laid flat out on the table, my legs drawn up and parted and said, ‘Fuck me, James. Fuck me in front of everyone.’
Naturally, I didn’t, it was unthinkable to do that, but it was wonderful to think about it. Instead, knowing that my tits and my bum were on show, I kissed you.
“It’s not daft, James, it’s nice,” I whispered.
“Yes really,” I went on wondering if Ralph was watching, but aware that if he wasn’t plenty others were looking at the tiny white thong snaking between the rounded orbs of my bum.
I whispered. “Perhaps it’s time you took me somewhere and shagged me
I was impressed at how cool you were. How well you took my exhibition in your stride and how you handled having a bird in a skimpy dress draped all over you. I knew it could not have been easy and many blokes, particularly those of my age would have been totally pissed. Experience on your part, I suppose.
As I sat down again you looked at me and smiling said, just as Ralph walked over with the bill, which I had asked for by that daft sign of pretending to sign my hand.
“Yes, perhaps it is time for that Jayne?”
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