‘Lily-livered to the end,’ she spat. ‘Can’t even persuade an old flame to try again. I thought better of you, Jonathan Dart.’
She stood for a moment longer, then flicked her fingers dismissively and stepped into the shower room to open the little window and let out some of the steam. She paused, her face poking out into the warm sunny air, but she couldn’t hear him, either leaving or staying. She stepped into the shower and grabbed the shampoo.
‘What’s that song?’ she grunted, still not sure whether to laugh or cry. She stuffed her head under the jets of water. ‘Gonna Wash That Man Right Out of my Hair.’
Jonathan was right there, cramming himself in behind her, shirt and trousers and shoes rapidly soaking through. His tall frame filled the shower cubicle, but Sally climbed up him like a monkey up a tree, gripping her knees round his hips and tearing at his shirt, pulling it over his head, slithering down again to unbutton his trousers, throwing them over the top of the cubicle, running her hands down his wet sides while he stood perfectly still, amusement playing round his lips. Then she took the soap in her hand and rubbed it frantically between her palms to get the suds going. She dropped the soap and took his half-erect cock in her hands and started to lather it, tucking the still-soft end into one hand and swiping up and down the shaft with the other. She watched it quiver and rise through the bubbles, extending like the telescope, lengthening from his flat stomach, smoothing out the skin, ironing out any wrinkles until it was straight, smooth as plastic and even longer than she remembered. It emerged strong and proud through the pink bubbles of Ben’s soap. She pulled it roughly, making it even longer, and lathered the big balls that hung beneath it. Jonathan’s height made the end of his prick jab into Sally’s stomach even when she was standing on tiptoes.
His head rolled back against the shower wall, but still he waited and smiled and hardly touched her. He knew how to drive her crazy. Making her work like this only drove her wilder, because she knew how sensational the end result would be. They had never done it in the shower before, and at last the cosy cottage bedroom took on a whole new decadent light. The smile stopped playing and Jonathan’s lips dropped open as she moved her hands harder and faster up and down his shaft, working the soap into a luxurious lather. Sally felt his dick jump and pump, and she watched her own fingers, tiny as they gripped him. Then she left his cock and slid her hands back towards his balls, cupping them with one hand while the other travelled further back, up between his buttocks. She let her soapy forefinger dart straight into his tight butt-hole, forcing a reaction from him, and she cackled softly as, at last, his hands stretched out helplessly and grabbed at her hips, then circled her waist and pulled her right into him. His cock was now jammed upright between her tits, and at last they were moving in rhythm, joined together again. Sally pushed her whole torso against him. She reached under him, and felt his balls retract with his mounting excitement while her finger poked higher and higher up into his tight crevice, reaching for the spot where she would tickle and prod and he would jump and gasp.
Her nipples were hard as they pressed against him and her stomach twisted again and again as she felt his penis grow longer, pinned as it was against her. She looked up at Jonathan and remembered how it had been between them – their brief but overpowering affair. That trip to Paris, their earth-shattering fight and his bitter betrayal. But now she was safe. She’d gone through the hoops of fire and was, in a way, on her own turf. She could do and say what she liked. She was doing what she liked right now, and Jonathan Dart was at her mercy, practically on his knees in the shower with her while she probed his most tender parts and kept him where she wanted him. She would always want him, despite his dirty dealings.
He began to shudder, and his hands clenched harder around her narrow hips, and then, just as she was about to scrunch his balls hard and strike up through him to set fire to that tiny spot, he took her hands and forced her to release her hold on him. The bubbles were running away and his cock was gleaming and clean, bouncing under the pounding needles of water. Sally licked her lips greedily, reaching out for it, but he spun her round so roughly that she grabbed onto the chrome shower pipe to avoid slipping over on the soapy floor. He pressed himself up behind her so she could just make out his blurred reflection in the steamed-up shower panel. He lifted her so that her feet rested on the step which ran round the base of the shower tray, and cupped one large hand under her dripping bush. He parted her lips and thrust his fingers inside her, the water and soap mingling with her own juices. Sally’s cunt was already contracting wildly to take in his long fingers, but he pulled them out again abruptly and parted her legs wider and wider until she started to rise right off her toes. She had always loved the way he made her feel like a living doll. The difference in their height had always made people comment when they had worked together. You could tell people were imagining what positions worked best, how a man rumoured to have the biggest schlong in London could fit it inside such a tiny woman, but there was no one to come forward and confirm that she had the most accommodating cunt in the UK.
Sally felt her stomach give a kick of desire as his familiar hands manipulated her into position. She was practically swinging off the shower rail now, and she knelt on the tops of his slightly-bent legs as he grappled her from behind. She knew he was strong enough to support her like that, and as he raised his pelvis she lowered her eager crotch to meet it. And then she felt it, the tip of his cock, ready and waiting, hard as iron. She rested her cheek against the panel for a moment, ecstatic to feel his shaft in there, wanting the moment of anticipation to go on forever while the water shot down onto them. And then another thought stole into her head: the thought of Janie, only a couple of days ago, sliding up and down that very same pole, tossing her hair about while she made free with Jonathan’s cock. Well, she was going to erase that pretty picture right now.
With a muffled shout of private glee, Sally steadied herself against the panel. She felt him solid and strong behind her, flexed and ready, and then she rammed herself down onto him, inch after glorious inch, filling herself with Jonathan’s huge length. She descended slowly and triumphantly until her buttocks were squashed up against his stomach and his magnificent cock was practically holding her up. She let her hands go and heard him laugh, and then he tilted himself forwards so that they both started to fall. Sally let out a shriek as they landed on their hands and knees half in, half out of the shower. She started to crawl forwards, still impaled from behind by the biggest dick in the land. But he yanked her back inside the cubicle so that the water, now running cold, kept showering onto their backs. The cold seemed to make his cock even more rigid as it reared up inside her. Her nipples and the surface of her skin shrank against the cold water, tingling with tension as he started, very slowly, to thrust himself inside her, so that she was pushed and pulled across the slippery plastic floor with whatever movement he chose. Her hands and knees squeaked with the friction, his hands holding her wet bush against him, not needing to do anything more to stimulate her, just letting her tight pussy welcome and engulf him so that they were welded together. They were the beast with two backs, rocking back and forth on the floor, his prick bashing and thrusting so that she was pushed out of the cubicle and pulled back in. The water got colder and colder, and Jonathan pumped faster and faster, and Sally couldn’t tell whether she was shivering from cold or from uncontrollable excitement. She felt him accelerate his thrusts, and he started to breathe into her neck, resting his mouth and teeth there while he pumped and then lifted her off the ground with the force of his orgasm. Sally wiggled her hips from side to side to give herself more friction as she rubbed her clit. She felt her own muscles close round him like a vice then yield themselves into an explosive climax as he pulled her right up against him and pumped his juices into her while hers flowed and mingled with the freezing water and the ebbing bubbles.
In an echo of their dwindling fluids, the water from the shower slowed, dripped, and then stopped, and Sally
fell back against Jonathan’s chest, glad in a way that she couldn’t see into his face; glad to feel him inside and behind her, not able yet to admit that he had her by the short and curlies, and always would.
‘There. Knew you’d come round,’ he growled, squeezing her hard. She smiled to herself, then pushed his arms away, and tilted her arse towards him. She crawled forwards so that she could relish his cock sliding slowly out of her. She heard it flop heavily onto his thighs, then she was up and out of the shower.
‘You mean you came round,’ she retorted over her shoulder, as she wrapped herself in a towel. ‘You were practically on your knees. You’re on your knees now! Just where I like you.’
Jonathan looked up at her, sleek and wet as a seal, then got up to follow her out of the shower room. She didn’t offer him a towel. He walked around her bedroom examining things, still dripping wet, his penis still half-cocked and bouncing in front of him. Then he went up to the telescope.
‘You can probably see to Plymouth with this,’ he said, tilting it up to his eye. He hooked a foot round the leg of a bar stool that was tucked into the corner of the window, which Sally hadn’t noticed, and perched himself on it.
‘I’ve tried fiddling with the knobs,’ she said, sidling up to him. She wasn’t used to this comfortable silence between them, especially after such stupendous sex. She was still waiting for his act to drop; the peacemaker to disappear and the old, evil Jonathan to reappear.
‘Your speciality, my girl,’ he laughed softly. At last he was looking at her, and they smiled at each other. ‘But you didn’t twiddle this particular knob expertly enough. Look, it’s working now.’
He hoisted her up onto one of his knees and she stared through the lens. At first it was all blue sky and the odd nodding tree branch, and she felt as if she was tipping downhill as Jonathan aimed it towards the sea, focusing it so that the blurred blue turned first into clear sand and then the individual stalks of sea grass waving in the slight breeze.
‘How do you know what I’m looking at?’ asked Sally.
‘Because I can read your mind,’ he chuckled, stroking her buttocks where they were planted on his leg. She felt an answering twitch of renewed desire in the moist crack of her pussy. ‘Seriously, there’s a little monitor attached here which gives you a miniature of what the lens can see, like a video camera. You should be trained on the beach now, or the dunes just behind it. You won’t get the focus as far as the surf, because the dunes are in the way.’
‘Oh my God!’ cried Sally, clutching with both hands onto the shaft of the telescope. She settled more comfortably onto Jonathan’s leg and started to rub herself gently against the bone of his thigh. ‘You’re right! And there’s some people down there, stretched out on a towel, topless, nothing on – it’s a couple. Fucking each other’s brains out! A man pressed up behind a woman, just like you were taking me just now, doggy style. He’s got her by the hips and he’s fucking her from behind and she’s toppling forwards with his weight but – but she’s on top of another guy! They’re all humping like rabbits out there on the dunes! Anyone could stroll up and see them. An old dear walking the dog, kids building sandcastles.’
‘Let me see!’
‘There’s two blond guys … hmmm, wouldn’t mind a bit of that myself. There’s one – red-headed – oh, my God! It’s Janie! She’s the sandwich! What is she playing at, the hussy? She’s being rogered out there by two hunks in wetsuits!’
‘Give me that!’ Jonathan grabbed the telescope off Sally so that she tumbled sideways onto the floor. She jumped onto his back while he peered through the lens, swearing loudly.
‘I’ve got to stop them!’ he exclaimed, pulling the focus. ‘The little bastards!’
‘What’s your problem?’ Sally felt a surge of irritation. Now that he was there, she wanted to get right to the bottom of what was going on. Not only had Jonathan not finished with the begging and pleading, he had not complimented her after getting her in the shower. He seemed to have forgotten all about wanting her to come to London and work for him. Instead he was squinting down a bloody telescope and making a fuss about Princess Janie being taken from above and below by two strangers. Sally shook him. ‘Want to have another go at her yourself?’
Jonathan pushed the telescope away and stood up.
‘Can you find me some dry stuff to wear? I’ve got to get down there.’
‘No, you can get your own clothes.’ She scrambled up on the stool, warm from his bum, and straddled it.
‘Whatever.’
‘You’re supposed to be either fighting with me or wooing me, Jonathan. What’s going on?’
‘Perhaps it’s just the magic of the seaside, makes us all mellow, except I won’t be mellow when I get my hands on those two little shits.’
Jonathan marched out of the shower room, muttering and pulling on his soaking trousers as he went, and scuffling his feet into the deck shoes. Sally smirked. He bent down and pinched her face in his hand.
‘I have to go, doll.’ He kissed her hard.
‘Leave them alone. Stay here and pay me some attention. I’ve got more where that came from.’
‘It’s a promise, but not now.’
‘Janie can look after herself, you know,’ said Sally.
‘It’s not Janie I’m after, you idiot!’ he exclaimed, pinching her face again then flinging open the door. ‘Honestly, you’re obsessed with that girl. No, she can do what she likes, and very nice it is when she does it, if I recall. But I can’t stand by and let those boys get away with that behaviour.’
‘Why the bloody hell not? If I had the car I’d go down there myself and join in! Give you something to chew on. They look like pretty tasty young dudes to me.’
‘You’ll go near them over my dead body!’
For once Sally was stunned into silence.
‘Don’t look so shocked, Sal. I’m allowed to be indignant once in a while, and not just about you, or about business. Because those over-sexed gigolos sticking their bits into your friend are Sam and Tom – my sons!’
He clattered down the stairs and Sally chased after him, her mind whirling. The unattached, enigmatic, cruel Jonathan had sons who looked like a couple of Greek gods! This was something else.
‘Wait up, Jono, I’m coming with you!’
He ran down the garden path and she followed him, exulting in the luxurious kiss of the unexpected sun on her bare limbs, her blood still racing after their session in the shower.
‘Not this time,’ he said, revving up the engine of his 4x4 Merc and blowing her a kiss through the window. ‘I’m not having you creaming all over my leather seats!’
‘Bastard!’
‘We’ll talk. I’ll be back for more.’
‘You’ve blown it, Jonathan Dart!’ she shrieked, hopping up and down on the doorstep. ‘I’d rather stick needles in my eye than have you back for more!’
The car jerked as he executed a three-point turn and powered up the drive and onto the road, scattering clods of dried mud.
8
‘Such a bollocking! He was like some father from a Victorian novel. It was lucky we’d finished what we were up to, otherwise he’d have ruined an absolutely sensational moment!’
Janie was having trouble suppressing her laughter as they bumped along the narrow lanes towards the village in her battered Saab.
‘What was his problem? They’re old enough to do what they want, aren’t they?’
Janie roared with laughter and slapped the long brown leg that extended from her miniscule polka-dot shorts. She pulled in by a hedge to avoid a dozy tractor. The driver’s head swivelled full circle to get a look at the two girls.
‘Barely! They’re seventeen and nineteen, faces like angels, bodies like –’
‘You lucky cow. You’re having all the luck,’ said Sally.
Janie turned to look at her friend; her face was solemn again. Someone tooted at them from behind to get a move on.
‘I’m sorry if it seems like th
at, Sally. None of this is turning out the way I envisaged. But you try resisting that kind of temptation! Golden boy comes and talks to you while you’re stretched out naked in the sun, ogles your tits, hard-on fit to bust, young, untried, in dire need of the older woman’s touch –’
‘Older woman, indeed. You’re younger than me.’
‘Twenty-nine seems very old to kids of that age, I can tell you,’ said Janie.
‘Which must make Jonathan forty plus instead of the mid-thirties he told me.’
‘Who cares? Who the fuck cares? With him you get three for the price of one!’
Janie stepped on the gas as the road widened, and they bowled along the seafront towards the village. Sally stared at her friend. The red hair was tousled in the wind that blasted through the open window, and freckles were dotted all over her honey-coloured skin. Sally snuffled into her handkerchief, and tipped the mirror down to look at her pink-rimmed eyes and white face. All she’d had time for was a hair-wash this morning, before Janie had forced her out into the sunshine.
‘I expect Jonathan will ground those boys for a week now,’ Sally remarked spitefully. Janie had had enough fun for one week. She wanted Jonathan to stay away as well until she was able to have him all to herself.
‘A bit rich, coming on the heavy father when he has the morals of a donkey, wouldn’t you say? Even if he could order them about, which I doubt.’
Sally relented and burst out laughing. She slicked some lipstick quickly across her mouth. ‘So it’s just you and me today?’ she asked.
‘That’s the idea. To be honest, I feel as if I’ve gone six rounds with Mike Tyson – I don’t think I could take a cock right now if it socked me in the mouth.’
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