It had been a hell of a week, working twelve hours a day at the Paris trade show, then coming home to try to get some rest, only to be disturbed by acrimonious phone calls from my fiancée, Stephen. Things had been bad between us even before I had decided to take this job in Paris as administrative assistant to the conference organizer for a multi-national pharmaceuticals corporation. It was supposed to be for a two month period and the major reason I accepted the position was to try to put some distance between Stephen and myself to act as a cooling down period. After I left, it seemed at first that it was the right move as he had been much calmer, and in fact I invited him to come over for a weekend visit. This proved to be a mistake as we had a blazing row while he was here and in fact he went home earlier than planned because of it.

Now only six weeks remained before the wedding and I was not at all happy about getting married to a man I hardly seemed to recognize any more. After the conversations I’d had with Stephen this last week I made the painful decision that I had to call off the wedding or at least postpone it. In actual fact we had said some very hurtful things to each other, so that I couldn’t see us ever having the kind of loving relationship that a husband and wife should have. Jacques, my boss, had promised me a long weekend off after the show, so since the last day was Thursday, I’d asked him if I could take it this coming weekend. He had said I could, but he needed me to come in on Friday morning to tie up any loose ends.

The month of August is when Paris virtually closes down for annual vacations, so that particular weekend was actually a very busy travel weekend. I had managed to secure a seat on Air France into Heathrow and from there I could catch a bus to Reading, where my fiancée lived with his parents. I thought that was a good plan, until the French air traffic controllers went on strike just two days before I was due to leave, and I had to change my plans. Postponing my trip was not an option, as I was supposed to work the next weekend and in any case I needed to break off my engagement to Stephen before it got too close to the wedding.

I made some enquiries and discovered that the Channel crossing by hovercraft from Boulogne to Folkestone took only thirty-five minutes, and that the total trip from Paris to London by train and hovercraft took very little longer than flying, taking into account the time needed to check in for the flight and claim baggage. I decided that I would take that route, which had the added advantage of not requiring reservations.

Friday morning came and I turned up early for work, hoping to get away by noon. Jacques was not in a good mood that day, and he kept finding things for me to do, so that it was almost two o’clock before I was able to get away. When I got off the train at Boulogne I was taken aback by the number of people who were waiting for the next flight, as they called it. When the craft arrived it filled up rapidly and I was almost at the head of the queue when the announcement came that it was full. I was disappointed at the delay, but I was assured I would be able to make the next departure in about forty minutes.

That turned out to be almost true, and eventually I was safely on board and on my way to Folkestone. When I got there I was delayed in British customs as I was stopped by a young customs officer as I walked through the green channel, even though I was traveling very light with only my vanity case and my purse. From the stupid questions he was asking me, I got the distinct impression that the only reason he stopped me was to get my phone number. Anyway, eventually he let me go without getting my number, and I hurried into the railway station, only to see the London train just pulling out. That meant I had to wait another hour for the next one, and from the limited information I was able to glean from the published timetables, it didn’t seem likely that I could make it to Reading that night. After thinking about it, I decided my best course of action would be to stay in London overnight, which would give me a chance to work out what I would say when I saw Stephen.

Since I had time to spare I decided I would phone Stephen to let him know I was back in England and would be arriving at his house tomorrow. He sounded surprised and even rather annoyed and I couldn’t help wondering if he had made other plans for the weekend. I cut the conversation short and told him I would ring him from the station when I arrived the next day.

The train from London arrived and I was able to find a good seat for the return journey. It seemed to fill up quite rapidly and soon there was only one seat left in the compartment. The train pulled away on time and I settled down with a paperback that I had just bought from the newsstand at the station. After a couple of minutes the door slid open and a tall handsome young man entered, threw his bag on the luggage rack and plopped down into the seat, somewhat breathlessly.

I went back to my book, but I couldn’t resist taking another peek at the latest arrival. He was, I guessed, about thirty-five or so, and had a confident manner, which is something I’ve always found to be sexy. To all appearances he didn’t seem to know I was there, so I went back to my book. All the others in the compartment were either dozing or reading and soon the young man pulled out a newspaper and also started to read. At one stage, the train shuddered and I looked up from my book only to see him looking at me. We made brief eye contact, and I was about to say something clever, but couldn’t think of anything, so I just smiled and resumed reading my book.

The trip to London was supposed to take an hour and a half but it seemed that the time passed more quickly than that and the train pulled into Charing Cross station at exactly 9.30 without either one of us saying a word. As the train stopped I put my book away and stood up, preparing to leave. The handsome stranger jumped up and opened the door for me, giving me a broad smile, a smile that made my heart flutter. I smiled back, murmuring my thanks and stepped out into the corridor and headed for the exit door. I got off the train, and acting entirely on impulse, I did not go towards the station exit, but mingled with the crowd. I suddenly had the feeling that somehow I needed to find more about this sexy stranger. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say, but I was sure I would think of something.

I waited a couple of minutes and then I saw him leave the train and start walking towards the exit. I caught up to him and touched him on his sleeve and said, “Excuse me, can I ask you something?”

He turned towards me, looking rather surprised. “Of course,” he said. What is it?”

“Look, I’m sorry to bother you, but I need a drink, and I hate to drink alone. Would you be kind enough to escort me to the bar?”

He smiled that smile again and my heart skipped another beat. “Of course! I’d be delighted. I think I could use a drink myself.”

He offered me his arm and we went into the station bar, where we found a table close to the door. It was pretty much deserted and as soon as we sat down a waiter came to take our order.

“So what would you like?” he asked.

“Oh, a large gin and tonic, please, with lemon.”

“OK, and I’ll have a calvados, please,” he said and turned back to look at me. “So, if I may ask, what brings you to London and why were you in such desperate need of a drink? Oh, by the way, I’m Jack,” he said, holding out his hand.

I took his hand, and held on it for a few moments longer than I normally would, and then said the first thing that came into my head. “I’m Janis,” I said, “and to answer your question, I’m in deep trouble!”

“Oh? What kind of trouble?” he asked.

“I’m engaged to be married in six weeks, and I’m in love!”

“That doesn’t sound like trouble to me, unless you have an aversion to marriage.”

“Oh, it’s trouble all right,” I said, pausing while the waiter brought our drinks with the bill. I lifted my glass and he returned the gesture, while I took a long swallow of my gin and tonic, desperately thinking of what to say next.

“Cheers!” he said. “You were saying?”

“Quite simply put, it’s real trouble because the man I’m in love with is not the same man I’m supposed to marry!”

“Ah, now I understand,” he said sympathetically. “So how did that happen?” he asked.

“Well, I’ve been working for a pharmaceutical company in Paris for the last six weeks,” I said, wildly ad libbing now, “and about three weeks ago I met this guy at a reception. We got to talking and it was obvious that he was as attracted to me as I was to him. We started dating and last weekend we realized that we were in love.”

“So have you……” he started to ask.

“No, no, we haven’t made love yet, but it’s been tough I can tell you. I told Jacques, that’s his name, that I was engaged and wanted to break it off before he and I went any further, and he respected that. So that’s why I’m here - I’m on my way to see my fiancée to tell him I really cannot marry him.”

“So you don’t love him, then?”

“That’s another problem,” I said. “I thought I did, but before I left we had been having some terrible rows and that’s really why I took this job, which was only supposed to be temporary. Now, I’m seriously considering whether to apply for a permanent position so I can be with Jacques.”

Jacques was, if you recall, the name of my boss, who had now become my very imaginary lover, as that was the first name that came into my head. I was becoming more and more attracted to Jack and now I badly wanted to prolong our time together. I didn’t even know at this stage whether or not he was married, although I didn’t see any wedding ring on his finger. The fascinating thing about Jack was that so far he had not made any move on me, which in itself was quite unusual.

“So what do you plan to do next? When are you going to see your fiancée?”

I finished off my drink and said, “Well, I was going there tonight, but since I couldn’t fly into Heathrow, and then missed my connection, I’ll spend the night at a hotel and go on to Reading tomorrow.” What he said next almost floored me, but gave me the opportunity I needed.

“There’s a spare bedroom in the apartment where I’m staying tonight. If you want to you’d be more than welcome to stay there.”

I couldn’t get out my reply fast enough, without appearing to be too eager. “That’s very kind of you, Jack. If you’re sure it’s no trouble…..”

“No trouble at all, Janis. At least I can save you the bother of checking in and checking out of the hotel.”

“OK, then. Thanks a lot!”

“You’re welcome. Look, I don’t know about you but I haven’t had anything to eat since lunchtime and I’m famished!”

After Jack had made me the offer of a room for tonight I felt I should reciprocate, so I replied, “Actually I’m starving. I’d like to repay your kindness by treating you to dinner, OK?”

“We’ll talk about that later. Do you like Indian food?”

“I think so. Why?”

“Not very far from the apartment there’s a little place where the Tandoori Chicken is to die for. Want to try it?”

“OK, that sounds good. Want to go now?”

“Sure, let’s get a cab.”

Jack paid the bill and we left the bar to go to the taxi rank. There were two or three cabs waiting there so we got in the first one and he gave the address of the restaurant. We didn’t talk too much during the ten minute drive over there, but I held his hand and said, “Jack, thank you for being here for me and my neurotic self. I really appreciate your company tonight.” I was so glad of the opportunity to spend more time with him, to get to know him better. I was starting to think that he might be just what I needed to try to forget Stephen.

When we arrived at the restaurant, it was crammed full of people. It was Friday night when Londoners tend to stay out on the town later and there were no tables available right away. However, that meant that we had to remain in the waiting area and because that area was also pretty full Jack and I were sitting much closer together than before. I was looking him straight in the eye as we talked, just trying to convey the impression that I was becoming interested in him.

Eventually our turn came and we were escorted to a small table at the far side of the room. This row of tables were arranged so that the seating on the side nearest to the wall was actually an upholstered bench running the entire length of the wall, with regular chairs on the opposite side. At first I sat on the bench and Jack took the chair on the opposite side, but since it was actually a table for four and we were having difficulty hearing each other he decided to move over to sit next to me instead.

As he sat down I smiled at him and said, “That’s better! Now we can talk without shouting at each other.” Almost unconsciously I punctuated it by patting him on his leg, and I was struck by how firm it felt.

At that point the waiter appeared to take our order and we decided to order two entrees to share and Jack chose a bottle of French Sancerre which went well with our choice. We didn’t have to wait very long before the waiter returned with the wine and after I sampled it I complimented him on his good taste.

Our dinner was very enjoyable but we had soon consumed all of the wine so Jack ordered another bottle. As dinner progressed I had edged my thigh close up to his and the contact felt good, and it had had me turning my thoughts to other parts of his body. I did not dare to think that he would be as well endowed as Stephen, but I was curious to find out. I was also wondering if my contact with his thigh was having any effect on him. My chance to find out came when his napkin slipped from his lap on to the floor. As he bent down to retrieve it I casually slipped my hand across the front of his pants coming into direct contact with his erect cock and it really felt big! I tried to make it appear as if it happened accidentally, but I’m not sure if he thought it was.

We finished our meal and decided to skip dessert, content to have a final glass of wine each as we finished off the second bottle. The waiter brought the bill to Jack, but as he was pulling out his wallet, I protested, saying, “No, please, dinner’s on me!”

He told me he wouldn’t hear of it, going on to say, “I’ve never had a woman pay for me, so I’m certainly not going to start now!”

I was almost overwhelmed by his kindness and murmured, “You’re very kind. How can I ever repay you?”

He replied, “Well, I guess we’ll think of something!” Maybe it was because I had already started to think of him sexually, but I thought that this response was heavy with sexual innuendo. I didn’t want him to think I was easy, so I cast my eyes down, so he couldn’t see the desire building up in me. I guess he thought he might have embarrassed me, for he hurriedly said, “No, no, don’t be embarrassed, I was only joking. There’s no need to repay me. To have the pleasure of your company is reward enough.”

I raised up my head and looked him in the eye to say in a joking way, “Now you’re really embarrassing me!”

“Well, it’s the truth. When I first set eyes on you, I’d have never dreamed that we’d be having dinner together!”

“Well, we have and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it!”

“Perhaps we should do it again sometime. Perhaps when we return to Paris? Oh, but I forgot you have a boy friend there, so there’s not much chance of that, is there?”

Since there was no boyfriend, I didn’t want to discourage him so I said, “Maybe, we’ll see, eh?”

“Well, I hope so!” he said, enthusiastically as the waiter brought the credit card slip back for him to sign, so after that was done, he said, “Well, it looks like they’re getting ready to close. I can’t believe it’s already after twelve. Let’s see if we can get a cab back to my place, OK?”

“OK, I’m feeling quite sleepy after the wine.”

Jack asked the cashier, a gloomy looking elderly Indian lady, probably the owner’s mother, to call for a cab. She didn’t look as if she wanted to be bothered so she said that were probably closed by this time. The only thing she said was we could hail a passing cab with no problem, so we went outside. It was a warm evening so Jack suggested we start to walk in the direction of the apartment until we could get a cab. We set off and a couple of cabs passed us but they were occupied. With my high heels we had to walk slowly and I put my arm around his waist and he reciprocated by putting his right arm around me while he carried his bag in his left hand. It felt really good as I held him tightly and wondered if he was going to try to kiss me, since I had obviously aroused him.

We got to the end of the block and then crossed the street when the traffic light was in our favor, still looking for a cab but to no avail and he told me it was only two more blocks down to the street where the apartment was located. I was enjoying the walk, so we continued down the street when I stumbled on an uneven slab and broke my right heel. Fortunately, because we had our arms around each other, I didn’t fall or twist my ankle, but when he looked at my shoe it was obvious I was not going to be able to walk with one shoe missing a heel while the other was still intact. Jack looked around still hoping a cab would come by, but there still were none in sight.

It was obvious what we should do, so I grinned at him and said, “Well, I’ll just have to take the other one off and walk barefoot.”

“Really, are you serious?”

“Yes, of course. It’s not too far, is it?”

“No, it’s not too much further. But what about your stockings? They’re going to be ruined.”

“I’ll just take them off, too. I hate pantyhose anyway.”

“Here?”

“Of course.” I pointed at a nearby shop doorway. “If you’ll stand guard, I’ll just duck in here and they’ll be off in a jiffy.”

“OK, then, if you’re sure.” I slipped into the doorway and hiked up my dress, hoping he would try to get a look at my legs or my ass, which of course I wanted him to. I quickly stripped my hose down past my knees then went over to him so I could lean on him to steady myself while I completed the removal of my hosiery. I thought I detected a sizeable bulge in his pants but I wasn’t sure if was a shadow cast by the dim light from the street lights. I wanted to find out so I brushed the front of his pants, trying to make it seem accidental, and I confirmed that there was indeed a big bulge lurking inside. As I felt his hardness, I also felt dampness in my pussy and realized that his excitement was also exciting me. I wasn’t sure how this evening was going to end, but I really didn’t want him to think I was an easy lay, even though there have been times that I’ve behaved like a real slut!

I tried to cover up by asking, “Oh, dear, did I cause that?” He seemed embarrassed that I had found out he was erect, so he simply nodded with a sheepish grin. I tucked my hose into my vanity case, where I had already put my shoes, then tucked my arm back around his waist. I looked up at him, since barefoot I was now four inches shorter, and said, “Shall we go?”

Without my heels we were able to walk faster than before, even though we had to be careful where we were treading because I was barefoot, but we still got to the apartment building in about ten minutes. We had continued to walk with our arms around each others’ waists and I continued to feel my pussy leaking juices and felt that my panties were quite damp.

We took the elevator to the fourth floor apartment and when we went inside I immediately saw that it was nicely furnished with a roomy lounge, with a dinner table at the far end. The kitchenette acted as a barrier between the bedrooms and the lounge and the bedrooms were next to each other and each had its own bathroom. Jack showed me into the first bedroom, keeping his word that I could have my own room, although I was thinking that we might only need to use one bedroom.

“Very nice!” I said. Jack asked if I would like a drink before going to bed, but I replied, “Oh, no thanks. I’m quite sleepy now, so if you don’t mind I’ll just catch a shower and then hit the hay.”

“Of course,” he said, looking somewhat disappointed. “There are fresh towels in the bathroom and you’ll find a bathrobe hanging up behind the door.”

“Oh, thanks, Jack, you’ve been so kind.”

“You’re welcome, Janis,” he replied, as he prepared to leave.

I wanted to have more time to decide what to do, so I said, “Oh, one more favor, Jack?”

“Sure, what is it?”

The only thing I could think of to say was, “Could you unzip my dress for me?”

I could see that I had surprised him for he stammered, “Y-yes, of course, Janis.”

I flashed a smile over my shoulder, then turned my back to him, at the same time holding my hair up to allow him to see the zipper at the back of my neck. He fumbled with the fastener for a few seconds and was then able to start it on its downward journey. He slowly pulled it down, obviously wanting to prolong the process as much as possible, trying to tease me a little. At this point my panties were soaked and I made up my mind that if he showed one little sign that he wanted to go to bed with me I would, but not right away. I would pretend to go to bed by myself and a little while later I would go to him and beg him to fuck me. In order to prolong the process I held the sides of my dress to prevent it from falling to the floor.

When the zipper was all the way down I felt him plant a kiss on the nape of my neck, and whisper, “You are so beautiful!” and then he stepped back, saying, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Janis?”

That little gesture almost melted my heart, but it was now obvious that he wanted me to sleep with him. I had to steel myself not to give in, but I managed to keep my resolve and stick to my plan. I turned around to face him with what I hoped was a serious expression on my face and then said gently, “Jack, you’ve been so kind to me I wish there was something I could do for you in return. I hope you understand that because of the predicament I’m in, I can’t do anything to further complicate it. So, even though I can see that you badly want to sleep with me, that is something I really can’t do. All I can do is this…” and at that point I leaned forward and gave him a little kiss on the lips, “…and wish you good night and sweet dreams.”

I turned and ran into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind me, and I heard him close the bedroom door. I couldn’t resist taking a quick peek to see if he had gone or if he had remained in the bedroom. I must confess I felt a twinge of disappointment that he had gone, and then I realized that I was dealing with a true gentleman, one who respects a woman’s feelings. I finished undressing and as my soaked panties lay on the floor, it occurred to me that I didn’t have any clean underwear, having anticipated being at Stephen’s house where I had left a lot of my clothes. I rinsed my panties out, hanging them over the towel rail to dry overnight and then took a shower and went to bed. I had trouble falling asleep, and after an hour or so of tossing and turning I decided that enough was enough and that it was time to end our misery and see if Jack really wanted to fuck me.

I got up and put on the robe and quietly opened the door. I saw some light coming from the kitchenette, and I went to see where it was coming from. As I looked in there I first saw that the light was coming from the open fridge and then was startled to realize that Jack was there, taking something out of the fridge and even more startled to see that he was stark naked!

As I took another step a floorboard creaked under my foot and Jack turned swiftly towards me. As he did his entire body was silhouetted by the light from the fridge and I saw that his cock was fully erect and it looked massive!

“Hello, Jack,” I whispered as I went closer. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

He seemed to stutter, “N-n-no, not really.”

“Me, neither,” I said. “I thought I was tired but I haven’t slept a wink. Too many thoughts going through my mind, I guess.” By this time I had moved next to him and I couldn’t help looking at his weapon as it waved in the air. “Oh, my,” I whispered hoarsely, “what is that you’re pointing at me?”

He tried to turn away in embarrassment at having been discovered completely naked and fully erect in my presence.

“No, don’t go, Jack,” I urged, and I reached up with one hand to hold his shoulder to stop him. I inclined my head to kiss him, and as our mouths met I snaked my tongue out and with my other hand gently took hold of his throbbing dick and started slowly rubbing it. He let out a soft moan as my hand worked his cock, and then as I broke off our kiss I whispered in his ear, “You really did want to fuck me, didn’t you, Jack?” I used those words just to let him know I was a woman who knew about the steamy side of life.

He seemed to hesitate before he answered, almost as if he was afraid of further rejection, but he did reply, “Oh, yes, Janis, I have to admit I did! Janis, you are so beautiful, so sexy, and so desirable!”

“So, Jack, if you had the chance what would you do?” I asked, all the time continuing to gently massage his shaft and making him moan.

“Janis, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come right in your hand!”

“And that’s not a good thing?”

“It’ll feel real good to me, but then I won’t be able to do what I really want!”

“Which is?” I asked, stopping my up and down motion and instead using my thumb to massage the tip of his cock head.

He reached down with one hand to cup a cheek of my ass on the outside of my robe, and replied, “Just what I’ve wanted to do since we sat down to dinner. I want to make love to you!”

I decided to tease him some more and took my hand off his prick. “Oh, Jack, I’m so flattered, but you know that would really complicate things!”

“I know, Janis, I know.”

“But there is one thing you can do for me if you want.”

He responded eagerly, “What is it?”

“Come and lie down with me and hold me until I fall asleep.”

“I’d be glad to. You trust me enough to do that?”

“Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn’t even suggest it. Ready?” I answered, holding out my hand to him, not sure how long I could keep up the pretence. I took his hand and led him back to my room. He flipped on the light and saw that the sheets on the bed were badly rumpled, a sign that I had indeed been restless. He closed the door behind us and helped me straighten out the sheets. I turned on the bedside lamp and he switched off the main light. I turned my back to him and slipped off my robe to reveal my nakedness.

I quickly turned off the lamp and lay down, saying, “Come, Jack, lie down and hold me.” He lay down behind me in the spoon position and gingerly moved closer to me as I lay with my back to him. He really was trying not to let me feel how hard he still was, but I persisted. “Come on, put your arms around me,” I pleaded.

He did as I asked and as he was trying to find the best position for his hands, I solved that problem by placing his hands right on to my aching breasts. The closeness of our bodies meant that his fully erect dick was now nestled comfortably between my ass cheeks and I could feel it twitching from time to time.

“Oh, Jack, that feels good,” I sighed.

“It really does,” he agreed, as he snuggled down behind me. I knew now that the excitement at holding my body, smelling my perfume and being so tantalizingly close to me was actually keeping his dick hard, making it twitch between my ass cheeks, which felt really exciting.

I whispered, “Jack, what are you doing?”

“Doing?” he asked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that twitching movement by my bottom!”

“I’m sorry, Janis, I can’t help it!” he replied, seeming embarrassed at my comment. “It’s beyond my control right now. Perhaps as we relax, it’ll go down!”

I still prolonged his sweet agony, telling him, “OK, then,” knowing that I would soon have to give in and confess that I wanted him as much as he wanted me. We snuggled together some more and still his erection persisted, until I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached up to turn on the lamp and then turned towards him to say, “Jack, this isn’t working like this! I can see that I need to do something about this fella before we can sleep,” indicating his purple-headed prick, which was as hard as ever. I noticed it twitch more violently as he got his first good view of my tits.

“OK, if you’re sure,” he said.

“It’s OK with me, Jack,” I replied, taking hold of his rod with my right hand. I pumped it a couple of strokes and then I reached down to squeeze his large balls with the other. I looked more closely at his seven inch length and said, “It’s really quite beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Thanks, I’m glad you think so,” he replied. He seemed to enjoy what I was doing as he soon cried out, “Oh god, you’re going to make me come!”

“Well,” I said softly, “that’s the whole idea.” I held his throbbing prick with my right hand tight against the base and a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. I squatted down until my face was level with his dick. I looked up into his eyes and slowly slid out my tongue. Ever so softly, I licked the drop from his tip. “Mmm,” I murmured, “Yummy!” I smiled, and then engulfed it with my hot mouth. I moved my head forward until my lips brushed his pubic hair. I swirled my tongue around his cock as I pumped my head back and forth, fucking him with my mouth. My hands grabbed his ass, my nails digging into the flesh. He reached his hands back to the bed-head behind him, jutting his hips forward. The wet sounds of my sucking mouth filled the room and then I felt his cock spasming in my mouth as if he was about to come. He cried out as I felt it spew jet after jet of hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed all of it and he fell back on the bed, seemingly drained from the intense spasms. Still I kept sucking him in and out until I felt all his cum was spent. Finally I let his softening prick fall from my lips and then I knelt up straight. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” I said.

“It was fantastic, Janis,” he said. “I’ve never felt like that before. You were something else, like you were vacuuming my entire stock of sperm out of me.” He knelt upright to hold me in his arms and then kissed me tenderly on my lips. I darted my tongue out, licking his lips, and our mouths mashed together in a soft, wide-open kiss, trying to make him taste his own cum on my tongue. I ended up with my arms around his neck, while he was kneading my firm ass with both hands. I started squirming my hips as we kissed, indicating to him that I was as aroused as he had been.

He gently laid me back on the bed and said, “Now it’s your turn,” and although I pretended to protest, I really needed to feel him touching me. He then told me, “After all, it’s only relief, right? Nothing more, I promise!” and then bent down between my open legs. He started licking my thighs and worked his way up to my crotch. He teasingly ran his tongue around my pussy, avoiding my clit and lips. I put my feet behind his shoulders and pulled him closer. I closed my eyes and parted my lips, licking them with my tongue.

He turned his attention back to my pussy, gently blowing on my clit. He lightly closed his lips around it, and then sucked it into his mouth, and I sighed with pleasure. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it and I trembled, which told him that I was almost on the brink. I was ready to feel the pleasure of release as he plunged his tongue deep into my cunt. As he sucked my pussy, my fingers ran through his hair, pulling his head tight against me and I cried out, “Oh, god, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” My hips spasmed again and again as I reached my climax, my body tensing and relaxing as my orgasm swept through me. He kept working my clit with his lips, tongue and teeth until my spasms subsided. I was moaning, and still circling my hips when he pulled himself up beside me and gently kissed me.

“Do you think you can sleep now?” he asked me.

“Well,” I said, with a smile, “probably, if you can manage to control that thing of yours!” looking pointedly at his cock which was starting to rise again.

“I’ll certainly try!” he exclaimed, and then said to his cock, “Down, boy, down!” as if it was a naughty puppy.

We settled back down and I turned off the bedside lamp. We resumed the spoon position and he put his arms around me holding me tighter than before. Our shared pleasure had obviously created a bond between us and I was now feeling really relaxed. It had been a long time since I had felt such release and I soon fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

I awoke as the room was flooded with bright sunlight streaming through the windows. For a moment I couldn’t remember where I was and then I saw Jack lying next to me and everything came back to me. My pussy still felt wet and I reached down between my legs and inserted a finger to confirm that it was indeed soaking down there. I thought about the mutual oral sex we had enjoyed the previous night and then remembered Jack had not even attempted to fuck me, and it seemed that my pretence had worked too well and that he would never try to take advantage of the situation. I looked under the sheet and saw his beautiful cock was fully hard again even though he was still asleep.

It was now clear to me that if I wanted to feel that beautiful thing inside me I was going to have to put it there myself. The first thing I had to do was to wake him, and then I had a brilliant idea. I pulled the sheet off our bodies and gently shifted Jack so that he was lying on his back. I bent over his purple headed dick and gingerly licked it and then put my lips over it. I tasted some pre-cum and started going lower down his shaft and began bobbing my head up and down on it. As soon as I saw he was awake, I lifted up long enough to smile at him and say, “Good morning, Jack! I hope you don’t mind, but I just couldn’t resist this gorgeous thing of yours!”

“Good morning, Janis!” he managed to say, sighing at the sheer pleasure I was giving him. “This is way better than an alarm clock!”

I laughed softly and went on, “Jack, honey, I slept so good last night! That was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages, and when I awoke the first thing I saw was this beauty looking straight at me, just begging for attention!”

“You do that so well, Janis,” he commented.

“Thank you, sire,” I replied, going back to work on his flagstaff.

“You’re welcome, milady!” was his response as I took it back into my mouth, massaging it with both my mouth and tongue as well as one hand. The other hand was not idle either, as I cupped his balls with it and began stroking them. I continued to suck him, covering his cock with layers of saliva, as he just lay there enjoying the experience when I slipped my hand from his balls and started fingering his ass. I thought that might take him over the edge, but he showed he had great control.

After another half minute or so I pulled off his throbbing cock and looked up at him. “Not ready to come yet?” I asked, for I was now primed and ready to fuck!

He shook his head no, so I said, “Good!” and rose on my knees and then straddled him with my soaking pussy poised over his steel hard prick.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked incredulously.

“I’m doing what comes naturally, of course! Not to put too fine a point on it, I am just dying to get fucked by your magnificent dick! I’m sorry, I just can’t resist any more!” I exclaimed. I grabbed his prick, already slick with my saliva and stroked the tip a few times over my sopping wet slit, shivering a little as it touched my clit. I positioned the tip at my slit and then lowered myself onto his pole, letting it penetrate me to my core. It was such an exquisite sensation as he filled me completely. As I sank down on his wonderful tool I felt him thrusting upwards to meet me. I put my hands on his shoulders to give myself more leverage, and thus swinging my boobs closer to his face. This was the closest view he’d had of them and I could see the pleasure in his face as he fastened his lips on the right nipple, swirling his tongue around it, making me moan from deep down inside my throat. He switched to the other nipple and I continued to moan. By this time we had established a nice slow rhythm and as he plunged his throbbing tool in and out of me he continued to stimulate my nipples, turning his head back and forth teasing each swollen nipple in turn.

Suddenly he pulled me down so that I was now lying flat against his chest and then he kissed me deeply, and at the same time stopped thrusting inside me. Suddenly he rolled me over on to my back so that he was now on top of me, his dick still deep inside me. He rose up slightly and I could see on his face an expression which was a mixture of delight and lust.

“Fuck me, Jack!” I implored him. “Fuck me now! Fuck me hard! I want it so bad!”

Seemingly that was all he needed to hear, so he began pounding his cock hard and fast into my pussy, and it felt so good that I started to fuck him back. Still I felt a need to accelerate matters, so I moved a hand down to my slit and began massaging my clit. That had the desired effect and in a matter of seconds I felt myself coming and started moaning, “Oh, god, Jack, I’m cumming! I’m cumming so hard!” and then my body started quivering with deep convulsions as I collapsed on him with sweat pouring off me, laying my head next to his where he could smell the passion that continued to burn in me. His dick was now motionless deep inside my pussy, but it still felt hard, so I asked, still panting, “You still haven’t come yet?”

“I was waiting for you,” he explained. He rolled off me and looked at me for a moment, perfectly relaxed. Sweat was covering my body, making it glisten as my breasts rose and fell with each deep breath. I had my legs spread and relaxed, submissively waiting for him to do with me whatever he wished. He knelt in front of me and gently caressed my belly, just waiting for me to get my breath back. Gradually he moved his caresses lower and lower until they brushed against the almost invisible tuft of fine pubic hair. He slipped his hand down to gently touch my clit, soaked in love juice. He bowed his head down to it, to stroke it with his tongue to bring me back to a peak of pleasure once again, and within a short space of time, he had me groaning again as I arched my back, pushing my cunt hard into his face.

“Oh, yesss, oh yesss, that’s it!” I moaned, as I convulsed, twisted, and screamed through my second orgasm. When I finally slumped back on to the bed, breathing heavily, he finally raised his head to look into my eyes. I smiled again, but was unable to speak, so I simply raised my legs, spreading them a little more, knowing what we both wanted. He took his cock into his hand and placed the tip at the gaping mouth of my dripping pussy and eased it inside me again. It felt even better this time as my velvet glove enveloped his love pole, making a squishing sound as it displaced the copious juices inside.

I gasped as he plunged it all the way in and then pulled all the way back, almost withdrawing completely. He pushed forward hard and fast again, and then slowly retreated again. He repeated this several times until he could no longer help but make each stroke faster and faster. It was a sweet feeling and soon it appeared that he lost control of his movement as he fucked me, no longer concerned about how long he could hold out, or what felt best to me. Now he was fucking me just to reach his own explosion in my willing pussy, and when that moment came, he groaned as his prick pumped me full of seemingly endless amounts of hot cum. He collapsed on me, shaking and convulsing, but then I started coming again, my rhythmic contractions sucking the last precious drops of cream out of his balls.

Finally he rolled off me, lying at my side, both of us breathing heavily, and it seemed that I must have exhausted all my energy and dozed off, for the next thing I knew was a gentle touch on my shoulder and my eyes fluttered open to see Jack, wrapped in just a towel, standing beside the bed.

I smiled at him and said, “Hello, baby, I missed you!”

“Good morning, again, darling,” he said. “I’m so sorry to disturb you, you looked so peaceful, but I think we need to start getting ready to leave.”

“Oh, yes, that’s right! You have a train to catch,” I responded.

“Well, you do too,” he replied.

“Oh, yes, don’t remind me,” I said.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Oh, no, you didn’t. It’s just that I’m not looking forward to the task ahead of me.”

“OK. Listen, I’m going to get dressed and then go out to the heel bar to get your shoes fixed. Hopefully it won’t take too long, but it’ll give you a chance to get ready, so we can leave as soon as I come back.”

“Thanks, Jack, you’re so thoughtful. I don’t know what I would have done without you last night. You’re a knight in shining armor!”

“Yes, with my lance ready to fight off all invaders!” he joked.

I giggled at that crack, for in truth I had really enjoyed his lance. “Oh, yes, that too!”

He laughed too, and then he left the room. I had a quick shower and put on my underwear before going out into the kitchen to make some coffee. As it was brewing I realized that I was quite hungry, so I looked in the fridge and saw that it was fully stocked, just as if someone always lived there. Jack had told me that the apartment belonged to the company he worked for and that it was used by company executives and VIP’s, but I wondered who made sure that it was always neat and tidy and properly stocked. I found bacon, eggs, bread and butter, so I set about making breakfast for both of us. I found an apron so I slipped off my robe and put the apron on over my underwear. I wondered what Jack would think about this outfit!

As I went about my self appointed task, I started to think about the day ahead and what I needed to do. At this point I wasn’t even sure what time I would arrive at Stephen’s house, so there wasn’t much point in ringing him to make sure he would meet me. In any case I wasn’t sure I’d be comfortable talking to him so soon after being so well fucked by the first man I had been with since Stephen blew his way into my life three years ago.

The bacon was almost done, so I started frying my eggs, hoping that Jack would soon return. My eggs were almost done as I heard the door slam and Jack came in just on cue.

“Just in time!” I exclaimed. “Breakfast is just about ready! How do you like your eggs?”

He looked at my attire and I thought he was about to make a comment on it, but all he said was, “Sunny side up. What a wonderful surprise! I think we have just about enough time before we have to leave.” He handed me the bag containing my repaired shoes. “There you are, milady! Almost as good as new!”

I curtsied and said, “Thank you, sire, I am forever in your debt!”

“Let’s just say we’re even,” he rejoined. “You have done equally nice things for me!”

I giggled and said, “C’mon, let’s eat.”

As we ate breakfast he told me that our respective trains both left from Waterloo, and the timing would allow him to put me on my train before catching his train to Southampton. He also pointed out that Baker Street tube station was nearby, so we should be able to get to Waterloo more easily than by cab, even if we could get one.

“Great!” I said. “I love the tube!”

He looked at me for a few seconds with a serious expression on his face and then said, “Janis, I’ve really got to ask you something.”

I replied, “Sure, what is it?” wondering why he looked so serious.

“I’m dying to know what caused you to change your mind.”

“About what?”

“Last night you made it extremely clear that you had no intention of letting me make love to you, and I respected that position, even though I was really hoping all evening that we’d sleep together. Somehow during the night things changed radically and I awoke to find you sucking the hell out of my cock, and the next thing I knew you had impaled yourself on it and was fucking my brains out! What happened?”

I smiled at him and again said the first thing that I could think of. “Jack, darling, I really can’t tell you why. Let’s just say my inner feelings won over what my head was telling me. You’re not sorry, are you?”

“Oh, no, absolutely not! It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, even if I never see you again!”

“Oh, Jack, I hope we do meet again! You are the sweetest guy I’ve ever known!” This was perhaps the most honest thing I had said to him since we met. I really meant it and really did want to see (and feel) him again. I had enjoyed our time together and it had been so much more pleasant than any time that I had spent with Stephen in a long time. To be truthful, if Jack had asked me to spend the rest of the weekend with him, I would have been sorely tempted. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he wanted my number, but before I could he got up to clear away the dishes. He glanced at the kitchen clock and saw that we needed to leave very soon. He told me not to worry about tidying up, as he would be coming back here tomorrow night before returning to Paris on Monday.

After I finished dressing, we walked to the tube station and got to Waterloo with about ten minutes to spare. As we rode the tube to Waterloo Jack and I held hands like lovers, saying nothing but just enjoying each other’s company. I felt like I had known him for ever, even though I had only set eyes on him less than twenty-four hours ago. Was that really only yesterday evening when he walked into my life?

We got off the tube and made our way into the railway station, still holding hands until we got to the ticket office. I was still feeling the elation generated by the multiple orgasms I had experienced during our morning fuck, but this was tempered by my feelings of sadness that we had to part so soon. After Jack had purchased our tickets we looked at the departure board and saw that my train was due to leave from Platform 4 in five minutes. We walked to the ticket barrier and we kissed goodbye. Jack looked as sad as I felt as I turned and walked down the platform. When I got to the first class carriage, I turned and waved to him before boarding the train.

Two minutes later the train pulled out of the station and it was only then that I realized that Jack and I had not exchanged addresses or phone numbers, and even though we would probably both return to Paris next week, I didn’t know if I would ever be able to contact him. I was crestfallen by this as I certainly wanted to see him again, not just to feel his wonderful cock pounding into my very core, but also to spend time with him and get to know him even better, so I could know if our relationship really could become even more meaningful.

As the train picked up speed as it left Waterloo, I tried to bring myself to accept the fact that I would never see Jack again.

Or would I………..?

TO BE CONTINUED

“But before you move on to Part 2, read all about Jack’s version of this story in “Weekend Trip – Jack’s Story Part 1″”