AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
I had always pitied her. Her husband was a loud, obnoxious lout, who belittled her at every turn. True, she was no raving beauty, but she didn't deserve him. It was New Year's Eve and the party was in full swing. It was nearly midnight when I found myself with her in my arms, dancing close. I had never been this close to her before and the feel of her body under her shapeless dress surprised me. Midnight was approaching and I didn't want to give her up.
"Where's Mark?" I asked, inquiring after her husband.
I could see her guiltily looking around the room for him. "I think he is in the kitchen," she whispered.
"Well, he's missing out on a great dance," I said.
"He doesn't like to dance much," she said, looking into my eyes and smiling.
Pity for him, for I could feel a good-sized pair pressing against my chest. Midnight struck and I bent down and kissed her. At first she just responded with a peck, but I didn't give up and our kiss became more passionate. When at last we broke apart, she quickly looked around the room for her husband, but he was nowhere in sight.
"Thank you for making my new year start well," I said, dancing close again.
She didn't reply but put her head on my chest. After a few minutes like this I saw Mark looking for her.
"Mark's looking for you," I said.
"Oh, I better go," she replied.
I watched her small figure walk away. The party broke up soon after and I went home to my bachelor flat. My thoughts, just before I fell asleep, were the feeling of her tits against my chest.
At thirty, I was a little old to be unmarried, but I liked my single life. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted, without someone else running my life. I liked girls, though, and had many friends who would sometimes stay the night. None were going to get me down the aisle though. Things might have worked out differently if I hadn't bumped into Maureen in Tesco's car park a few days later; she was sporting a large bruise on her eye.
"Hi, what happened to you?" I asked. She just shrugged her shoulders and looked down. "Did Mark do that?" I said, getting angry.
"It was my fault," she said. "I made him angry. After you left, he found me dancing with someone at the party."
"That's no excuse for hitting you," I said.
"Come with me." I put my arm around her. "I'll buy you a cup of tea."
We went into Tesco's café and sat with a tea and chatted. Once again she was dressed in a shapeless dress, hiding her body from my view. At first she was shy at being alone with me, looking around all the time to see who was watching, but after a bit I got her laughing at my few clean jokes.
It's not right that a big strapping guy like Mark should hit anyone as small as Maureen, even if he thinks he has cause; but what to do about it? The memory of holding her body at the New Year's Eve party gave me a thought. I knew Mark worked in town all week and he didn't get home before seven, while Maureen only worked the morning shift at the library; so that left most of her afternoons free. I waited outside the library for her to leave and I 'accidentally' bumped into her again.
"Oh, hello Maureen," I chirped happily.
"Oh, hello Mike," she said smiling at me. When she smiles, her face lights up and she becomes quite beautiful.
"Fancy a cuppa?" I offered.
"Oh no, I mustn't," she said, looking around to see who was watching us.
I didn't take no for an answer. Taking her elbow, I steered her towards my car. I'm very happy with my car -- a five-series BMW in jet-black. I opened the passenger door for her and I drove her to this little tea-room I know, just out of town. I felt a tea-room was less intimidating than a Pub. I never saw her so happy, smiling and chatting to me. I don't think Mark allowed her out much.
As much as I could, my own work allowing, I picked her up at the library and I drove her somewhere. I was pleased to see that, when she spotted me, her face lit up with a big smile. After a few weeks, I thought it was time to push things along. After a nice cuppa and a chat I drove to a quiet parking place. I could see her looking at me sideways, but she didn't say anything; I suspect she knew what was coming. I turned and looked at her sitting there; she looked nervous.
"Don't be nervous," I said, trying to reassure her. She glanced my way and smiled. "Ever since New Year's, I've been thinking about you," I said.
"Please, I'm nobody," she whispered.
"You're very beautiful," I said, taking her hand in mine.
"Mark always says I'm plain," she said.
"I'm not Mark," I said, "and I think you're beautiful."
"Please...." she said.
I leaned across and kissed her. At first she didn't react, but I carried on. Within minutes she was kissing me back. Her tits felt good in my hands, not big, but a good handful. When I put my hand on her thigh, she closed her legs. I persevered until at last I found my hand on her knickers. She had a good gap between her thighs so, despite her keeping her legs tight together, I could get in between them. Soon the actions of my fingers on the outside of her knickers was getting to her and she relaxed her thighs and they opened a bit. I moved the gusset over so I could get my fingers inside her for the first time; her breathing was becoming ragged.
"That's right baby," I cooed, "come for me." Her hips were moving now and her orgasm was approaching fast. "That's it baby," I encouraged.
She came with a loud cry. I let her lie there for a few moments, letting her breathing return to normal.
"Time to get you home," I said.
Although I'm sure she had enjoyed herself, I think she was relieved to be going home.
I let her stew for a few days, plus I had loads of work to catch up on. Then I met her outside the library. Her face was a picture of happiness when she saw me; this time we didn't bother with tea, but just parked up. She came into my arms happily and we kissed. My hands roamed over her body freely, noting that the dress she was wearing, although shapeless, had buttons all the way down the front. I proceeded to unbutton them one by one, during which she smiled happily at me. The sight that awaited me almost knocked me sideways. Her body was slim with a good set of curves. Her undies were pretty standard M&S, but they were soon removed and flung onto the back seat. She was now sitting naked on my front seat. My hands moved over her velvet skin, squeezing and stimulating her; this time her legs opened at my first touch. Within a few minutes I could see her first orgasm approaching.
"That's my girl," I cooed, "come for me."
Her body froze and she came with a loud cry.
"Oh my," she sighed, "that was nice." She looked at me and smiled. My hands started on her again. "Oh no, I can't," she said, but she could -- her second orgasm was even bigger than the first. "Oh my, I've never done that before," she smiled.
"Well, you've been deprived," I said. "You need a more loving man in your life."
A cloud crossed her face. I knew she was thinking about Mark. It soon passed and her smile returned to her face. Now I faced a big decision. The hard cock in my pants was demanding relief, but I viewed her as a long-term project and I didn't want to scare her away. But it was taken out of my hands. She reached over and unzipped me, taking my hard cock out.
"Oh my," she said, "it's very big."
Well, I knew I was only average, so what did that make Mark? Not only was he a big bully, but a small-dicked bully too. I decided to let her do what she wanted. For awhile, I got a nice hand-job, then she looked at me.
"Can you fuck me please?" she asked shyly.
"If you want me to," I replied.
"Please," she begged.
I pulled the lever on her seat and it reclined fully.
"Open up for me," I said.
I moved between her legs and I pushed into her. Her legs closed behind me, trapping me there. I never liked full sex in a car, but if you have to, my BMW was the right car to do it in. I watched her body move under me. I squeezed her tits hard, making her come for a third time; I pumped my sperm deep into her.
I drove her home and dropped her back at the library car park.
"Thanks Mike," she said with a smile, "I really enjoyed myself."
"So did I Maureen," I replied... and I did, this woman had untapped potential.
"Well, I'll see you again soon," she said, her eyes lowered.
"Oh yeah babe," I said, "look out for me, OK."
When I got home I had to make a decision on what to do with her; I've never had a married girlfriend before. Due to pressure of work it wasn't until the next week before I could get away. I could see from her face that it had been too long.
"Sorry babe," I said, "work's been a bitch all week."
I drove her to my flat and kissed her right there in the hall. Her clothes left a trail all the way from there into the bedroom. I pumped between her legs until I heard her orgasmic cries, then I deposited my sperm inside her.
"When you didn't come, I thought that you had your fun and that was it," she said.
"I'm sorry babe," I caressed her body, "but there's no way I can let you know."
"I'm sorry too," she smiled weakly at me.
"Let me tell you this, OK," I said, looking directly into her eyes, "no matter what anybody else tells you, you are beautiful, your body is perfection and your smile brings light into the world."
My words brought a smile to her eyes. "Do you really think so?" she asked.
"Oh yes," I confirmed, "later I'll show you. I'll take some pictures of your body to prove how beautiful it is."
"Oh no, I've never done anything like that before." Her hand covered her mouth.
"Well it's time you did," I said assertively. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is as good as any model's. It's time you started to show yourself off more."
"Oh no, I couldn't. Mark would never allow it," she said.
"Yes, and there is the problem," I said. "Do you love Mark?"
"What! Of course I do," she said.
"No you don't," I said. "He's a brute who hits you and makes your life a misery."
"But he's my husband," she said. I said nothing. "Please fuck me," she whispered.
That's something I could do happily.
Things took a wicked turn the following week. I waited for her outside the library, but she didn't turn up. Strange, I thought, but I was not worried, just disappointed. That evening I answered my door to her frantic knocking.
"What is it?" I asked, and then as she came into the light, I saw her face was badly bruised. "Did he do that?" I asked.
She just nodded and then said, "He thinks I'm seeing someone." She smiled painfully at me. "I screamed and screamed. The police came and arrested him. I was taken to the hospital."
I took her in my arms and cuddled her.
"What now?" I asked.
"I've decided to divorce him," she whispered.
"Good for you," I muttered, "he didn't deserve you."
"I've seen a solicitor," she said, "and he says it should be a clean break, what with the police report. I'll put the house up for sale and, with my half, I should be able to buy a small place on my own."
"Good," I said with feeling.
"Can I still see you?" she whispered.
"Yes of course. I would be honoured if I could call on you," I said with a smile.
"Oh good," she smiled up at me, "I was worried that you might not want to see me if I wasn't married."
"No, the only difference is that you can stay the night," I smiled.
"That sounds nice," she smiled.
"Plus, now you can think about doing all the things you've always wanted to do," I said. "All those naughty little things you've only dreamed about."
"Oh," she said.
"Next time I fuck you," I kissed the top of her head, "you must tell me all your fantasies."
"Oh no, I couldn't," she said. I kissed her bruised lips and squeezed her tits. "Oh no, please stop," she muttered, but she didn't mean it. As soon as I pushed my hand between her legs, she fell into my arms. "Oh you bastard," she cried.
"Yeah I know," I replied, picking her up and carrying her to my bedroom.
The pain of her bruises were soon replaced with the feeling of ecstasy as I thrust into her naked body.
THE END
