Greater Expectations (10 page)

“I keep telling you, I am a gentleman and, as such, what would it say about my character if I were to go merely for the free meal, free bar, and free sex? I would counter such a lewd suggestion with stating that this simply highlights my chivalrous qualities in helping this particular damsel in obvious distress. Her time of
need
if you will.” The joke was deliberate although my sentiment was almost genuine. I was also attempting to convince Penny as well as myself that there was some sort of nobility in my actions.

In between her chuckling, Penny muttered “Yeah right”. She could be wonderfully dismissive. “Do let me know how you get on. I simply
must know how this turns out.”

We said our goodbyes and I texted Sian to say that I would happily be her escort and finalised the details. I also decided to enjoy the weekend before replying to Gemma.

If I only knew what I was letting myself in for, Black Friday indeed.

14

The Wedding Crasher

Saturday 14th February

It was only in the crisp and dry February sunlight that I could fully appreciate how gorgeous Sian actually was. It was especially difficult to admit to myself given how ug
ly our last encounter had been.

As usual, she had been early to pick me up and so
we had arrived at the wedding–over 70 miles away–on time and in relative silence. Given how intimate we had been before it was surreal to be acting like the strangers we were. Indeed, the only conversation of note was her confirming the plans for the weekend. It would seem that we were to play the happy couple for her family’s benefit and, thereafter, we had a room booked at a local hotel. She intended to stay only as long as decency dictated and then we would slip away and take things from there. I took that to mean another exhausting night of complete and unbridled debauchery.

I couldn’t wait.

However, something altogether different happened. In the meeting of her family and the subsequent celebrations, I found that I was actually enjoying myself. It turns out that Sian has an absolutely brilliant family who were most welcoming. In the midst of our charade, I was overcome with feelings of guilt that we weren’t quite the happy couple that they thought us to be.

I really have been scaling the steepest of learning curves since my separation.

Sian’s parents were childhood sweethearts who were so tactile and loving with one another that it made me feel somewhat ashamed for my contemptuous attitude towards the very idea that first loves could actually be true loves. If there is any truth in what they say, that if you want to know how the daughter shall look in thirty years then look no further than the mother, then Sian was destined for eternal beauty. They could have been sisters. A rough guess would have placed her mother at over 60 but looked at least 15 years younger and a figure that Sian’s peers would envy.

Her father was a tall and elegant man who had impeccable manners and who was quite fleet of foot on the dance floor. He was also incredibly funny. I was outside catching a breath of air when he caught me unawares. After the usual pleasantries, he started to ask the usual fatherly questions that I was most ill-equipped to answer. It would seem that making me feel most uncomfortable is a family trait. Thankfully, Sian came to the rescue the moment she saw
her father and I talking alone.

I am certain that was as much for her own benefit as it was for mine.

The night was wearing on and the bride and groom had departed when Sian caught up with me and asked for a quiet word. As the wedding reception was all but over, her parents had decided to take a chosen few relatives back to their home to continue the party. As their daughter, it would be frowned upon if she refused to go. Did I mind? It was then that I came to the stark realisation that I had absolutely no control whatsoever whenever I was around this girl. It was obvious that my saying “no” would only embarrass us both. Not that I wanted to say no. On the contrary, I was actually quite happy to continue the party. So, ever the gentleman, I readily agreed. Her face lit in delight and I knew that my reward would be later in the privacy of our own bedroom.

Oh, how wrong was I?

The party went on until the early hours of the morning. It was as people started to disappear into the night that Sian informed me that the hotel had a midnight curfew and so we had no choice but to stay at her parents place. As we hadn’t actually checked into the promised hotel, I began to realise that there had been no reservation and that this had been the plan all along. It would also explain why she had ensured that I always had a drink in my hand. Now, I was too drunk to care where I slept.

Her parents house was a homely little bungalow that has her bedroom directly opposite that of her parents. I was dead on my feet when I stumbled into bed. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind although that didn’t stop her trying to squeeze some life out of my little man.

Alas, to no avail, and she soon gave up.

During the night I awoke with the overwhelming desire to pee. As the bathroom was along the hallway, I had no choice but to leave the bedroom. It was too much of a risk to take in my naked state so I opted for Sian’s pink housecoat that was hanging behind the door. I had to put it on back to front to hide my modesty and, as deftly as possible, I made my way to the toilet. I thought it best that I sit to pee as this was the easiest option presented by the housecoat, combined with the fact that I was still drunk and half asleep, and so I was on autopilot for this whole undertaking. It would also be a quieter pee as I wouldn’t have to try aiming for the side of the porcelain.

An important consideration for any man when first visiting their girlfriend’s parents.

After what seemed an age, I finished and flushed. I washed my hands and sat down on the seat for a few minutes to ensure that I hadn’t disturbed anyone. Convinced that all was fine, I left the bathroom and made my way back into Sian’s room. Stealth like, I dropped the housecoat of the floor and slipped under the covers. She was in the foetal position and
I snuggled in tight behind her.

It was only then that I
realised I was hard.

Obviously, my cock was more awake than the rest of me. It found its way into the groove of her ass, with the tip snaking up her lower back. She obviously felt my excitement and needed no more encouragement, her soft hand expertly working its magic. I reached around and put my hand down between her legs to find that she was just as ready as I was. She let out a soft moan as she guided me into her. Just as she released her hand and I was about to push myself deep inside, I heard my name being w
hispered from the bedroom door.

I turned to see Sian in the doorway.

“Z, come to bed” she whispered again as she picked up her housecoat and threw it at me. Completely confused, I looked beside me to see Sian’s mum smiling back at me and, on her other side, Sian’s father sleeping in blissful ignorance.
It was only then that I realised that I was still inside this woman!
With an embarrassment that I am certain lit up the bedroom, I backed out of the bed and crept out of the bedroom with the housecoat just about covering my modesty.

Inexplicably, I was still hard.

When I climbed into Sian’s bed, she was already fast asleep. Or, at least, I hoped she was asleep. I didn’t care to check.

In the morning, I awoke to find the bed was already empty and I could hear movement around the house but I was too afraid to move with the memory still fresh of my sleepy antics. Finally, bravery mixed with desperation forced me out and I got dressed. Entering the kitchen, I found Sian was there with only her mother. I looked at them both for a read of the situation. There was nothing. No one would look at me.
Great.
How fucking uncomfortable am I?

“Good morning Z,” her mother said as she was tending the breakfast in the frying pan.

“Good morning” I replied, as best and as confidently as I could muster.

“I take it you would like these eggs unfertilised?” Then both Sian and her mother burst out laughing.

I could only join in as the relief swept over me.

It wasn’t until we were in the car on the journey home did Sian mention it again. Well, when I say mention it, only after I asked if everything was okay and if her father was aware of what had happened. “No, Dad slept through the whole thing. Everything is fine, Mum thought you were Dad and is as embarrassed as you are. However, I told her it was an honest mistake and she should give you a break. She was happy to do that but she just couldn’t resist having a little fun this morning. She has a de
vilish sense of humour my mum.”

I couldn’t disagree with that.

We had just joined the motorway when Sian continued the conversation. This was a most unusual and altogether unexpected development as I was expecting silence for the remainder of the journey home. “To be honest, I was hoping that we would have had sex this weekend but it seems it wasn’t to be.”

She looked at me and saw I was struggling for a response. She really is quite blunt and forthright with her wants and desires. Such forwardness is completely new to me and I still have no idea what to think about it. Recalling what Penny had said about actions speaking louder than words, the fact of the matter was that I was here on what could only be best construed as a warped second date. Given that we had sex on our first “date” then there was no logical reason why Sian should not have expected sex on our second, I certainly did. So where was she going with this?

She continued speaking and broke my train of thought.

“So…, here is what I was thinking. It’s a long way to go before we are home. I have just passed a sign that said the next service area is 27 miles away. You probably don’t know this but a huge turn on for us girls is to watch a man masturbate. So, why don’t you put the seat back and have a little play until we reach those services? That will really get me going and, by then, I will be bubbling and ready for action. We could run inside and dive into the disabled toilets and you could take me quickly from behind and we would be back on the road within 15 minutes. The perfect way to break up the journey. What do you think?” As she said this, her hand had found my crotch and was gently rubbing some life into my disgraced member. It was made worse by the fact that I was still wearing the dress trousers from the day before and so they weren’t as constrictive as jeans.

What did I think? “I think you are crazy.” I really did. Never have I known anyone like her before and it just makes me even more confused because I have no idea whether I like it or not.

Frustratingly frustrating.

“Yeah, I’ve been told that before. Come on, don’t make me feel bad for suggesting it. You can’t say it doesn’t turn you on? I can feel you getting hard.” She wasn’t wrong.

“Well, yeah, I suppose it does.” There was no denying that I was turned on and I really didn’t want to make her feel bad for the suggestion as I knew how mortified I would feel in her position. Now was one of those times where I needed to be a gentleman and so I should agree
just to save her embarrassment.

“Come on then.” She reached across to unzip me and her hand darted inside. In one swift movement, that same hand held my full glory in the morning sunshine and I was loving every second of it. It then struck me that, as I hadn’t had a shower, her mothe
rs juices were still on my tip.

The very same tip that she was now happily drawing he
r thumb over.

This knowledge somehow just made this whole situation even more erotic, as if it were some sort of kinky threesome, but not really. Another brain fuck for me. Yet I could feel myself building up to an explosive conclusion right there and the
n at the very thought of it.

Thankfully this was averted as my concentration was broken by the all too familiar noise of the rumble strips on the hard shoulder. They sent a vibration through the car and I instantly opened my eyes to see that we were veering into the hard shoulder. She could so easily have went the other way and into the other lanes of traffic. Whilst I was happy to play
along with her little fantasy–to be honest, I was passed the point of no return–but we needed to make sure that we actually made it safely to the service station to ensure its fairy tale ending. “Okay, you just drive.” I replaced her hand with my own and put my seat back, dropped my trousers and lay back.

Now, something all ladies may or may not know, but there is a tendon that is directly connected to a man’s eyes from his penis. This tendon only operates when he gets aroused and so, the harder a man gets, the tighter his eyes close. This correlates that when he slowly gets hard, his eyes slowly close. In this, I am no different. No longer could I see the threatening heavy grey clouds that intermittently blocked out the February sun as my eyes were fully closed,
albeit still facing heavenward.

I was aware that Sian had started dirty talking to me at this point although there really was no need. The cinema in my head was playing the new feature:
“I Know What You Did Last Night”
and it was just getting to the good bit. This was where I had just entered her mum and Sian was just about to join us although, this time, her father was nowhere to be seen. Sadly, the only real penetration was her voice tearing through my imagination and dragging me back to reality.

“Oh that’s it baby, get hard for me. That is such a turn on, you have no idea how wet I am. I am dripping baby, all for you. I can feel it, I’m touching myself and thinking it’s you. I want you to fuck me. Really fuck me. I am so fucking ready for you. I want you deep inside me…”

She was getting carried away and so was I. Really carried away. In fact, I got too carried away, and proceeded to explode so hard that the first wave of fluids to leave my body immediately made a dramatic return by filling my right ear. The second squirt, I later saw, hit the ceiling of the car.

I was completely drained and quietly relaxed back into the seat with my cock still in my hand, gently stroking my other head in approval. The car had gone silent when I had climaxed so it could only be surmised that she had enjoyed the show. There was no way of knowing how long I had lasted but, between my fantasy and her dirty talk, we must still be 20 miles short of the services.