An adult stories – Walkabout by talltails,talltails Chapter 1: A Pub on a Rainy Day
He had been riding the National Rail since his arrival in London three weeks ago. There were no destinations, only stops, only places where he would leave the train and walk, head down, carrying a backpack. The Edinburgh-bound train made a stop in the small town of Airdrie, and after a few moments of apparent indecision, he rose from his seat and stepped onto the platform.
It was late afternoon, and rain fell, the cold wind stinging his face. A pub in a stone building stood on a corner, and he walked to it, pulling on the heavy wooden door to gain entry.
The place was damp, but everything was wet this time of year in this country. He shook off the rain, stomped his feet twice, and moved away from the other customers to an empty table. Once his backpack and coat had been secured, he walked to the bar and secured a pint. The other six or eight patrons in the pub ignored him.
He pulled his phone from a pocket and studied it silently, sipping his pint. Just as he had reached the bottom of his glass, a woman appeared and stood behind the other chair at the table.
“Is this seat taken?” she asked.
Before he could respond, she said, “Good. I’m Peggy. How do you do?”
He stared at her. She held her hand out to him and said, “Peggy.”
He shook it. “Jim Martin,” he said. “You’re American?”
She nodded. “And so are you.” She motioned to the two empty glasses on the table and said, “Maybe we should do something about this?”
“Yes!” He said, rising. “I’ll be right back.”
He returned a minute later with two fresh pints.
The conversation stalled until she said, “Those dunderheads thought you were a lost tourist. Callum, the barkeep, thinks you missed your tour bus. But I’ve got five quid betting you’re on the run from a bank heist. So, can you settle our bet?”
He snickered. “None of the above, I’m afraid. I’m just wandering, I guess. I needed to clear my head, so I came to the UK and started riding the rails.”
“You’re just stopping in random towns?” She asked.
“That’s right,” he said, sipping his pint. “It’s my version of a walkabout.”
“Walkabout?”
“It’s an Australian thing, best I can tell,” he said. “So, no bank job and no tour bus. I just got off the train.”
“Randomly?” She said, squinting.
“Pretty much,” he said with a smile. “Now, I’ve explained how I’ve come to be here. How is it we find you here, too?”
“That’s a long story,” she said. “Have you eaten?”
He shook his head. “No, and I’ve not eaten all day. I guess I forgot. Can you recommend a place?”
She drained her pint and said, “I can do better than that. I can walk you to the restaurant and give you stimulating conversation while we eat.”
He smiled and finished his pint before standing. “I would be delighted,” he said.
Chapter 2: Dinner
They emerged from the pub into the misty rain. She slipped her arm into his and pointed him toward dinner. Though her hood was up to ward off the shower, he could still see her blonde hair peeking out and her smile when she looked at him. Jim considered himself average height, but Peggy was only a few inches shorter, thin, elegant, and graceful. Her manner, though, was gregarious and joyful.
The restaurant was intimate, and the two were seated in the quietest area in the tiny space.
He looked over the menu but set it aside quickly, returning his attention to her. “It was lucky you found me,” he said, “I might have starved.” Then he noticed she had not looked at the menu at all. “Please,” he said, “you’re eating, right?”
“Of course,” she said. “I know the menu by heart. What are you having?”
“Bangers and mash,” he said.
“Good choice,” she replied. Then the two looked at each other for a few moments. “Tell me more about this walkabout. I’m guessing a man doesn’t just pick up one day and disappear to wander the Earth.”
He looked down. “No,” he said.
She reached across the table and held his hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to press.”
He squeezed her hand, then released it. “It’s OK. I’ve not talked to anybody for nearly a month, and I guess I’m a little out of practice.”
She shook her head, and he shrugged.
“Are you sure you want to hear it?” He asked. “I don’t want to burden you.”
She said, “I’d like to listen if you want to tell me.”
Jim took a deep breath and folded his hands in his lap. Without making eye contact, he began. “I was married to Joni for twenty-four years. I lost her two years ago. The first year was the funeral, friends trying to help, and endless paperwork. You’re so busy that you don’t have time to internalize what’s happened. Then, suddenly, you’re alone for the first time in years, and you’re completely lost. I needed to grieve and find a way to move on with my life, but I couldn’t do it trapped in that house. So I threw some clothes in a backpack, found my passport, and took the next flight to Heathrow. After moving around London for a week, I rode trains from city to city. Now I’m here.”
“I’m sorry for your loss,” said Peggy. “Everyone grieves differently. Is this helping? Are you feeling better?”
“Yes,” he said, “I’ve found a way to be at peace with it, but something still isn’t right.”
She nodded, and there was a lull in the conversation. She said, “Where’s home?”
“The Berkshires in Massachusetts,” he said. “We moved there a couple of years before she died. She dreamed of living there close to Tanglewood and the mountains, which is very peaceful.”
“It sounds lovely,” she said.
Their food was served, and they began to eat.
“Where are you staying?” She asked.
“Um–”
“You don’t have a place yet, do you?” She said. It was not a question.
“No,” he admitted. “That is a downside of this approach.”
“I have a place in mind,” she said. Then she smiled and continued to eat.
“I’ve not talked this much to anyone in months,” he said. “Certainly, I’ve not talked about myself like this. I’m being rude. Please, tell me about yourself. How did you come to be in–”
He paused, having forgotten the name of the town.
“Airdrie?” She said.
“Yes,” he replied. “Another downside of my approach to travel.”
“I’m originally from Connecticut, got my degree from U-Conn, and worked in financial services,” she said. “It was a big international outfit. One day there was this Scotsman on a work assignment in our office. He was young and handsome and funny. I loved the way he talked. It wasn’t just his accent that was delicious; it was all those words he used, like knackered and chuffed. I started keeping a notebook with them. It was so fun.”
Jim smiled, put his fork down, and forgot about his meal.
“We went to dinner, then to another dinner, a real date, then he kissed me. That was it,” she said, laughing. “We eventually married, and I moved back with him here.”
There was a pause, and Jim’s face fell. He watched her gaze drop.
“I lost him five years ago, so I know about your pain,” she said.
“I’m so sorry,” he said.
She lifted her eyes and smiled. “I was, too, but I found a way to be happy for the time we had together without being angry that it didn’t last. I think that’s the best we can do.”
He nodded, and they ate in silence.
As they walked out of the restaurant, she said, “I know where you can stay. I’ll just walk you there.”
“That’s very kind,” he said, “are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” she said.
He adjusted his backpack, pulled his coat closed, and held his arm out for her. They walked only a few blocks when she walked to the front door of a small house. He stood, looking confused.
“Don’t just stand there,” she said.
“Don’t we need to call ahead?” He asked.
“I don’t think so,” she said. “This is my house. Come on. I’ve got a guest room. In you go!”
He followed her in, shucked his coat off, and removed his shoes. Peggy hung their coats on hooks and turned on the lights.
“Please have a seat,” she said. “What are you drinking?”
“Um–”
“Let me give you a hint: what country are you in?” She said with a giggle.
“Scotch,” he said with a grin.
“Good choice,” she said.
There was a small sofa not much bigger than a loveseat, and he took one end. She arrived moments later with two glasses of single malt and sat beside him. “slàinte” she said.
“Your good health,” he said, and they touched glasses.
“Very good,” she said. “Learn that from your guidebook?”
“One of the few things I remembered,” he said, chuckling. He glanced around and said, “This is a beautiful house.” He smiled but looked puzzled.
She understood and shrugged. “Yeah,” she said, “a little bit of a fib about the guest room. This is a one-bedroom bungalow, so there is no guest room. No worries. I’m sure we can accommodate you.”
He raised his glass and said, “I’d be grateful for any hospitality you provide. You’re very generous in inviting me into your home.”
She smiled and said, “I enjoy the company. Plus, you’re American, so it’s kind of like news from home.”
He gazed into his drink. The rain beat against the windows providing a symphony of white noise and a feeling of isolation. She frowned while looking at him, seeing his struggle. After taking a deep breath, she moved closer and said, “Why did you run?”
He was knocked out of his stupor. “Excuse me?”
“Why did you run?” She asked.
“I didn’t run anywhere. What do you mean?” He shifted in his seat to face her better.
She held her glass gently with both hands in her lap and said softly, “A man who isn’t running to something is running away from something. You threw clothes in a bag, grabbed a passport and cash, and fled the country. I’m not saying you broke the law, but you ran. I’m just wondering if you knew why.”
He thought for a moment. There was wisdom in those words, but a man in the middle of something like this emotionally will have trouble seeing through it. After a couple of false starts, he said, “I’m not sure.”
She nodded solemnly and waited to see if he would amend his statement. Nothing came. Speaking softly, she said, “If you’ll forgive me, I might have a possible answer if you want to hear it.”
He nodded and looked at her with his drink in his hand, his mouth clamped shut and apprehension on his face. The wind picked up, and the rain pelted the house.
“When I lost Gus,” she said, “it took a long time for me to feel like I’d processed what had happened. But there came a day when I thought I was ready to move on, to keep his memory and love he had for me, but to accept that the chapter in my life with him had closed. That wasn’t the end of it, though. I was filled with guilt, believing that by trying to move on, I’d betrayed his memory and all that we’d built together. It wasn’t rational, maybe things like this never are, but it was real, and I wanted to run, just like you did.”
His eyes, fixed on her while she spoke, drifted off her to the floor. He said nothing.
“I don’t know if this is how you feel or if you’ve found yourself in the same guilt trap I had, but if you have, I understand where you are because I’ve been there. You’re an honorable man trying to honor your wife’s memory. But I believe you already have. You’re not giving her up; you’re letting her go.”
Jim hung his head, and tears came. He held his fingers to his eyes and cleared his throat. “You’re right. I’ve felt guilty, and she’d be furious with me for not living just because she’s gone. I guess I did run.” He tried to smile. “Thank you.”
She took his drink and placed the two glasses on a table. Then she stood in front of him and climbed onto his lap, knees straddling him, her arms around his neck. His eyes went wide, but he found his hands on her waist.
“I’m a little scared right now,” she said. “I’ve never been this forward with anyone. But I think you deserve some clarity after all your hours in the air and on trains. I think you still love the memory of your wife, but you also want to find a way to move on, to end your loneliness. Please forgive me, but I want to do this.”
She leaned forward and kissed him. It was soft and warm, her hands wandering into his hair and his hands squeezing her. When the kiss broke, she leaned back and met his gaze. A small smile appeared on his face, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“That was really nice,” he said. Then he shook his head and said, “God, I sound like a high school kid.”
She held a finger to his lips and said. “Shh. It was wonderful. You’re the first man I’ve kissed since Gus died.” She shifted on his lap and brought his hands to her breasts. “I’m lonely, Jim, and selfish. I’m inviting you to my bed, but I promise I have no expectations. You can hold me, kiss me, or make love to me. Just having you here has made me very happy.”
“You’re a beautiful woman,” he said. He moved a hand to brush a lock of hair from her eyes. “And you’re kind, even taking in a lost soul off the street.”
She kissed him again, saying, “I took in a kind and gentle soul, a kindred spirit.”
“How did you know?” He asked.
“I didn’t know,” she admitted, “but I hoped you were close to getting through this. The guilt phase was awful for me. Anything I could do to help you out of it was worth a try.”
He pulled her into an embrace and whispered, “Thank you.”
Chapter 3: A Gentle Night
She whispered in his ear, “Come to bed with me,” as she eased off his lap and stood. When she spied the glass of Scotch, she glanced back at Jim, winked, and drained the glass. He stood and did the same with his glass, chuckling.
The lights were extinguished one by one as they moved to the bedroom hand-in-hand. She led him to the side of the bed, seating him and stepping between his legs to draw him in and kiss him. When they separated, he looked down and cleared his throat.
“I’m nervous,” he said quietly. “I’ve not been with anyone but Joni all these years.”
Peggy lifted his chin and made him see her smile. “I’m nervous, too. Nobody but Gus and my doctor has seen me naked this century. I’m not a young woman anymore,” she said, her voice breaking at the end.
He placed his hands on her arms at the shoulder. “Hey,” he said, “I think you’re beautiful. I thought so the moment I saw you. As for the other stuff, I have about a quarter-century of experience with women, and I can’t imagine anything would surprise or disappoint me.”
Peggy wore a cardigan sweater with only a few buttons over her blouse. Jim slid his hands from her shoulders to the front of her sweater, brushing a breast in passing and landing on the top button. The buttons were freed one by one, and he turned her to slip the sweater off her arms.
Her blouse was gray flannel, more for protection against the cold than for style. Jim began at the bottom, slipping each button from its hole until he had reached the bottom of her breasts. Her breath became ragged.
He looked at her and said, “I want to see how beautiful you are, but I don’t want to hurry. Are you alright?”
She nodded. “Yes,” she said in a whisper.
He lifted the blouse and the undergarment beneath to find her belly. He bent slightly and kissed it.
“Oh, god,” she said, reaching for his shoulders.
He pulled her to him and kissed her, grabbing her ass. Her hands were in his hair and neck, pulling him closer. The kiss continued, and his hands returned to the buttons, climbing, finally reaching the top, and the blouse fell open. When the cuffs were released, the blouse slipped easily from her.
Her breasts were free under the thin layer of undergarment. Jim passed a thumb over a nub and heard her sigh. “It’s too cold in here to make you stand naked. That would be cruel. Maybe the bed would be warmer?”
Peggy smiled and said, “I won’t be cheated.” After she pulled him to his feet, she quickly disposed of his shirt and undergarment. He stood before her bare-chested, and she ran her hands over his torso and dragged her fingernails down his back.
Jim grunted his approval, dropping his head and kissing her.
She began laughing. “Oh my god, Jim, I’m freezing! I promise we can do this again in a warm hotel room. But now I want to do my bathroom run and get under the covers!”
He kissed her forehead and walked to the front of the house, shouting over his shoulder, “I’m going to get my bathroom stuff!”
Within minutes they were both under the covers and shivering but happy. They held each other and kissed until they forgot about the cold.
“I meant what I said,” Peggy whispered. “I ambushed you tonight. I’m happy to snuggle and soak up your warmth if you’re uncomfortable moving this fast. I’ve not had a man in my bed since Gus, and I forgot how nice it is.”
Her head on his shoulder and leg draped languidly over his thigh, his face bore an expression of pure contentment. He glanced at her and said, “I didn’t dream this would happen on this trip, so I don’t have any protection. I’m sorry.”
“I’m still on the pill,” she said. “After all this time, I guess it was just habit.” Then she pulled herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. “I want to make love to you, but only if you’re ready.” Then she looked away and said, “And only if you want me.”
The streetlights painted the darkness with stripes of soft light, illuminating faces and paths along the floor. Jim moved, putting Peggy on her back and himself between her legs, lifting her knees, and bringing his lips to her ear.
“I want you,” he said quietly. “I feel your body beneath me and your warmth. Yes, I want to cuddle with you and have you fall asleep in my arms, but first, I want to make love to you, fill you, and stare into your eyes when I cum in you.”
Her arms flew around his neck, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Then she breathed into his ear, “Please, I want to suck it. Let me suck it and get you hard.”
He moved up, straddling her, and stuck his soft cock in her mouth. It’s said that enthusiasm will trump technique, but she had both. When she sucked his ball sack into her mouth, he nearly screamed. Her tongue batted the testicles within while her hand jacked his dick, her slobbering spit lubricating the action.
When she returned to sucking his cock he felt a hand on his ass drawing him in, sending his cock deeper into her mouth, a tongue licking the underside of his dick and his ball sack. She gagged a few times, pulling his prick from her mouth and catching her breath. She made eye contact, transmitting her joy, lust, and desires, ensuring he knew he was wanted.
He was hard, and she nodded that he should sink back between her legs and fuck her. Except he didn’t. Instead, he kept sliding down until his mouth was on her pussy.
“Oh, shit!” She shouted.
He licked from the bottom of her lips to the top, then sucked at the special place where her button hid. His tongue fucked her hole, his lips teased her outer lips, and then her nub. When she was wet enough, he slipped in a finger and probed for the G-spot. It was just a little “come hither” motion, slowly, gently, combined with the licking and sucking. She sighed, and her ass moved to meet his probes.
The assault continued with the finger, the tongue, the lips sucking, probing, kissing her inner thighs, his nose rubbing her mound, and his obscene sounds of pleasure with each motion. Her hands were on his head, in his hair, pulling his mouth to her clit, her ass rising to meet each tickle from the finger rubbing the G-spot. There was no warning, just a flood.
“Fuck!” She shouted, her legs snapping around his head. “Fuck!” Her ass rose to fuck his mouth, now locked on her clit. “Fuck!”
After a minute, she pushed him off and rolled to her side, shaking, vibrating, breath ragged and short. He reached to touch her, but she slapped his hand away. “No! Too sensitive!”
He waited with a self-serving grin on his face. When she finally turned to face him, she said, “I guess you’re proud of yourself.”
He chucked and nodded. “I’m old school,” he said, “and believe ladies should cum first.”
He got out of bed and washed his face. She said, “Get back in here! I’m cold!”
He slid in and pulled her to him. She returned the gesture by rubbing her wet pussy all over his leg. They both giggled.
She pulled his chin so he faced her. “That was amazing. I’ve not had my pussy eaten for a very long time. And I know I’ve never cum that hard from it.”
“Gus wasn’t a fan?” He asked.
She shook her head. “He wouldn’t do it, claimed it was unsanitary or something.”
Jim snorted.
She reached for his cock. “I didn’t forget about you,” she said to his dick. He was no longer hard.
He kissed her forehead and said, “It’s been a long day. I promise to fuck the shit out of you tomorrow.”
She laughed. “Promises promises,” she said.
He became serious. “You saved me from myself today, from my guilt, and from my walkabout that was never going to fix anything. Thank you.”
She kissed his cheek, settled her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.
Chapter 4: A Glorious Morning
He awoke facing her, snuggled under the thick duvet, with her legs intertwined with his. He smiled and whispered, “Peggy?”
“Yes, lover,” she replied.
“Why is the heat out?”
After some investigation, it was determined that the thermostat had failed, or at least that was the assumption once the unit was removed from the wall and several plastic pieces dropped to the floor. After several phone calls and a two-hour round-trip, Jim installed the replacement, and the boiler fired. Both let out a sigh of relief.
“I say we set this thing to seventy-two and find a nice, warm place to make us breakfast,” he said.
She laughed. “I think you mean twenty-two,” she said.
Chuckling, he said, “Right. Celsius.” He walked to a radiator and felt it vibrate, water passing through it. Turning to her, he said, “Breakfast?”
They walked to a small cafe bundled in their coats, hair still tussled from their sleep. Hot coffee to warm their hands was a welcome relief. She had just a tiny pastry while he ordered a full English breakfast.
“Hungry?” She said.
“I’m sure you want me to keep up my strength,” he said with a grin.
She leaned in and held his hand. “I don’t mean to be nosy, but what do you do for work? You seem pretty handy around the house.”
He shrugged. “That was a pretty simple problem to solve. I would have liked to put a new, fancier thermostat in for you, Internet-connected, the whole show, but getting a direct replacement was much less risky. We needed to get things warm before we had pipes freeze.”
She tilted her head. “Work?”
“Right,” he said. “I’m an engineer by training, but I’d been managing for years. We were pretty good with money, and her life insurance put me in a good place financially, so I told them I quit. They insist I’m on a leave of absence, and I guess we’ll see if I go back.”
“It’s strange not working, isn’t it?” She said. “I tried to keep going into the office after Gus died, but the pandemic hit. Sitting in an empty house trying to work was too much. So, I quit but offered to contract with them if they needed me.”
The rain had stopped, but a dampness still permeated every surface. They strolled back to her house arm-in-arm, her head resting on his shoulder occasionally. The house was noticeably warmer. When they had removed their shoes and coats, they stood in the kitchen kissing.
“I was nervous when you started taking things apart,” she said.
“What?” He said with surprise. “You don’t trust me?”
She shrugged. “I just met you.”
He laughed. “Really?” Then they both laughed.
“I have an idea,” she said. “Let’s go back to bed and wait for the water to get nice and warm. Then we can shower.”
There was no time for him to respond. She took him by the hand and led him back to her bed. She crawled beneath the covers and said, “Still chilly.”
“I’ll warm you up,” he said, sliding beside her.
He kissed her as she wriggled beneath him.
“You’re a pretty good deal,” she said. “Saved me two-hundred quid with the heating guys.”
“Oh,” he said. “I did, did I? And what’s in it for me?”
“I have something in mind,” she said. “Lay down for me.”
He stretched out and fluffed the pillow behind his head. She reached for his cock and rubbed it, smiling. Then she slipped under the covers, resting her head on his stomach and massaging his balls. Jim let loose a moan of pleasure.
The motion was slow initially, her hands cupping his balls, rolling them, grasping his dick, pulling, stroking, and thumbing its head. Then her warm mouth sunk onto it.
“Fuck,” he whispered as she licked and sucked his cock.
Still under the covers, she lifted her head from his stomach and jacked his cock. Then with his cock pointing to the ceiling, she removed her hand from it and forced it deep into her mouth, touching her throat. He grunted his approval.
Peggy continued to juggle his balls while she stroked his entire length with her lips and tongue, sucking, slobbering, and making his cock wet and warm. Just as Jim began feeling frustrated that he couldn’t see her, only feel her, she swung her leg over him and planted her pussy on his face.
He massaged her beautiful ass as he licked from the top of her pussy to the bottom. She was already wet, and a finger entered her easily. He heard a muffled moan from under the covers.
She bobbed her head and sucked while he sought the G-spot and sucked, seeking her button. Just as he thought he had found both, she pulled off his cock and shouted, “Fuck!” Rolling off of him, she turned in the bed, kissed him, and straddled him. Reaching beneath, she grasped his hard cock and rubbed it along her pussy, her eyes half closed with delight. When she sank upon it, they both sighed.
Jim watched her ride him, her eyes closed, mouth agape, and her hands on his torso, dragging nails. Her breasts dangled before him, hanging low, full, each with a large areola, their size, and beauty surprising him. He reached for them, lifting, fondling, and rubbing his thumbs across the nipples. She responded by covering her hands with her own, encouraging the contact, demanding his attention, squeezing, lifting, and rubbing.
Her pace quickened, and she began slamming down on his prick, her tits still captured by his hands.
“Peggy, I’m going to cum,” he said.
Her moan was loud, almost a shout. “Fuck me, Jim! Cum in me. Oh, god, I need to feel it!”
She changed her motion to one of grinding, forward and back, rubbing her nub on his pubic bone, leaning onto his hands, and mashing her tits into them.
The first spasm of his dick was accompanied by a grunt, his eyes wide and locked on hers. “Fuck!” He shouted as her grinding intensified. His balls ached as he sprayed into her pussy. Three, four, then five jets of cum, until he was spent, exhausted, and he closed his eyes. She pulled his hands from her tits and lay upon him, breath ragged.
He petted her hair and said, “You didn’t cum. I’m sorry.”
She lifted her head and said, “I got what I wanted. I could have let you eat me until I came again, but I wanted this. And my, was it worth it!”
He chuckled. “Kiss me,” he said, and she obliged.
He rubbed her ass enough that she stiffened, ejecting his softening cock.
“I guess she’s done,” he said.
She laid her head on his chest again and said, “For now, but I have it on good authority she’ll want some more later.”
Chapter 5: Warmth in the Afternoon
The house had warmed considerably since the replacement thermostat had been installed, and more importantly, the hot water had returned. One of the few updates Peggy had demanded from Gus was a full shower. Baths might have been nice on a Sunday afternoon, but they both worked in a competitive and fast-paced environment, so a shower was essential. When the tub came out, a two-person shower went in, where Jim and Peggy found themselves.
“This feels good,” she said, standing under her nozzle.
Jim nuzzled her. “The water or my hands,” he said as he soaped her shoulders, back, and butt.
She leaned her head back and pressed her butt into his crotch. “Both, of course.”
Jim took that cue to move his hands to her front, soaping her breasts and belly. He lifted each breast, carefully cleaning beneath them and gently washing the sensitive areola. She cooed, and he dropped one hand to her crotch and gently lathered her there. Her hands reached behind her, stroking his neck, rubbing his leg, and feeling the stubble on his face.
She turned to him, took the soap, then used her soapy hands to jack his cock, all the while staring into his eyes. He bent to kiss her, giving her more room for her fist to work its magic and her second hand to wash his balls.
“You’ll make me cum again,” he said.
“I want to watch it fly,” she said, increasing her pace.
His head dropped back as the shower filled with her fist pumping his cock, a squishy, sloppy sound mixed with his grunts. He reached for the wall to steady himself, and she took that moment to apply more soap, move her other hand into position, and stroke his cock roughly with both hands.
“Fuck,” he cried as he came, spraying her with his jizz, painting her belly with his silvery goo. She stroked his cock slowly while drawing him down for another kiss. Then she released his cock, turned her back to him, and let the water rewash her clean.
He stood shaky momentarily before nuzzling her neck and whispering, “Thank you,” into her ear. She drew his hands to her breasts and leaned back, enjoying their warmth.
They dried, and he began to dress, but Peggy stopped him. “Are those clothes clean?” She asked.
“Um–”
“Exactly how many clothes can fit into that backpack?” She lifted it and emptied it onto the bed.
“Hey!” He said.
She walked to a closet and found a large robe. “Put this on. We’re doing laundry.”
After a moment, he took it from her and said, “Thank you.”
The washer/dryer combination is housed in the kitchen in much of the UK. Peggy’s bungalow was no exception. After dressing, she quickly sorted his clothes and walked to the front of the house to begin the first load. She mixed in a few of her items as well. For his part, he stayed out of her way, seating himself on the small couch.
When she sat next to him, he felt the material of the large robe and looked expectantly at her.
“Yes, it was Gus’s robe,” she said. “I couldn’t bear throwing it out. It was too nice and one of the last things around here that reminded me of him.”
Jim nodded. “Thank you for everything.” He held his arm out, and she slipped beneath it, cuddling.
“Can I ask a delicate question?” He said. She glanced up at him and nodded.
He cleared his throat. “Your breasts are amazing. They are shapely and big and look perfect on you. They make you look so fucking sexy. But it seems like you go out of your way to hide them. I had no idea you were such a goddess when we first met.”
“Why?” She said and laid her head on his shoulders and sighed. “I was in a man’s world doing high-profile international finance. As soon as some men see big boobs, they think either I’m a bimbo who doesn’t know shit or that I got my position because I have big tits and still I don’t know shit. So, after the millionth time dealing with it, I decided to skip the bra, wear an undergarment that held the girls down and out of the way, and hide them. My career took off after I did that insanity.”
“Oh my god,” he said, “that’s awful!”
“It wasn’t very comfortable, but it’s not like bras are a joy. I think I became ashamed of them at some point. Or, I’m too lazy to go bra shopping. I can’t tell,” she said, chuckling.
He turned to face her. “I thought you were beautiful the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re smart and funny and successful. Then I discover you’ve got a rack to die for. It almost distracts me from your perfect ass.”
“Almost?” She said, giggling.
“Almost,” he agreed. “But I’ve gotten a chance to eat that pussy twice, and it’s a world-beater. Sorry.”
She smirked. “Yeah,” she said, “you’re really sorry. I can tell.”
He held and tickled her for a moment, then kissed her gently. “I’ve not been this happy in a long time.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
Chapter 6: An Evening to Remember
Dressed in his best clothes, though mediocre, the two walked arm-in-arm to the finest restaurant in town for dinner. The lighting was subdued, and light music played loud enough to mask the clatter from the kitchen. Peggy’s blonde hair was pulled back, contrasting her favorite little black dress and red lipstick.
“I feel underdressed,” he said, glancing around.
She smiled and said, “You’re still a handsome devil, but we should find you some clothes.”
Leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table, he said, “I’ve been thinking about that. Let’s go shopping.”
“That sounds like fun,” she said, scanning the menu. “What did you have in mind?”
“Boston.”
She folded her menu and scowled. “Boston? In the midlands?”
He shook his head. “Boston, Massachusetts,” he said. “Come with me.”
Her mouth dropped. “You can’t be serious! I can’t just pick up and go,” she said.
“Do you have a US and UK passport?”
“Yes,” she said, “but–”
He leaned back in his seat. “What’s the problem? It will be my treat. We get a train or a flight from Glasgow to Heathrow and then onto Boston. We’ll get you a round-trip ticket with an open return. Once we’re back in the States, I’ll bring you to my house in the Berkshires, and we can spend more time together. And, you know, go shopping.”
Peggy sat stunned. “For how long?”
Jim chuckled. “I don’t know. Stay as long as you’re having fun, until you get homesick or needed back here, or until we decide it’s time. We’re grown-ups. It’s allowed.” He grinned nervously.
Her eyes slid from his and off into space. She was quiet for a time. Then the server woke her from her stupor and took their order.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He said.
She sighed. “I’m trying to be mature about this, but a handsome man just asked me to go on an international adventure, and I’m just giddy.” She looked at him and smiled. “Jim, I was afraid you’d get back on that train and leave me. I’ve not felt this way in years. I see how you look at me, and I’m excited, scared, and nervous. I’ve only known you a day, but it feels like a lifetime. Please, tell me what you’re feeling.”
He reached under the table and held her hand. “I’m trying not to make a fool of myself, but I’m falling hard for you. I want to know if this is real. Please, come with me back to the States, and let’s spend time and find out together.”
She squeezed his hand and nodded with a small smile. He wore a stupid grin.
They walked back from dinner and discussed departure dates. It all depended on the availability of flights. He promised to look in the morning.
“Not tonight?” She asked. “You were so keen on the idea. I wasn’t sure you could wait.”
He pulled her into his arms. “Tonight is only for single malt scotch and lovemaking,” he said.
“Well,” she replied, “I can live with that.”
She opened the door, and they stepped out of the damp and into the warmth. Jim held her by the shoulders after their coats and shoes were discarded.
“You look lovely. Good enough to eat,” he said.
She giggled. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“Would you mind if I borrowed that robe again,” he asked.
She kissed him and whispered into his ear, “I’m going to slip out of this dress.”
He was on the couch sipping his drink when she sat beside him, wearing a sheer negligee. Her breasts were visible through the fabric, taunting him.
“You like?” She said.
He set his drink on the table and turned to her. “My god, Peggy. How can anything so thin make you even more sexy?” He reached for a breast and ran a thumb across a nipple. She hummed her approval.
“This is the first time I’ve worn it, so it’s just for you,” she said. “I’ve forgotten how nice it is to have a man say you’re sexy. Pour me a drink?”
Jim stood, leaned to kiss her, then poured her drink. They clinked their glasses together when he returned.
“To what are we drinking tonight?” She said.
“To safe travels,” he replied.
She raised her glass. “May we have fair winds and a following sea.”
“Amen.”
They drank in silence. She shifted and cuddled next to him, laying her head on his shoulder. When she looked up, she asked, “Do you have family back in the States?”
“A brother,” he said, “but we’ve not spoken in years. Just drifted apart, I guess. You?”
She nodded. “My parents are still in Connecticut, but things are weird.”
“Weird how?”
She sighed. “They were very upset that I married a Scot and moved here. They insisted I was making a mistake, words were said, and it’s been radio silence since.”
“Family,” he said.
“Family,” she agreed. Then she snickered. “You’re staring at my boobs.”
“Staring into your eyes is too intense. Staring at your boobs is more relaxing,” he said.
She put her drink down and slid her hand into the robe, finding his cock. “I’m just helping you relax,” she said, amused by his reaction.
He bent to kiss her and cup a boob. She smiled after the kiss broke. His hard-on throbbed in her hand. Then she stood, pulled the negligee over her head, and sank to her knees before him. She grasped his cock and sucked the head into her mouth, jacking it with her hand. Jim slid lower, placing his ass on the edge of the couch, as was precisely her intention. With his cock in the right position, she pulled up straight, grabbed her boobs, and trapped his dick between them. Jim’s eyes went wide.
She spit on his cock to lubricate it, then began fucking him with her tits.
“Oh, fuck,” he said.
“I think the man likes titty-fucks,” she said. “My big boobs stay hidden except for the man with this hard cock. You like having your cock sucked? You like sticking your big prick in my tits? I think you want to cum on them. I think you want to cum on my tits and on my face. Am I right? Do you want to cum all over me?”
Her pace increased, and she spit again to keep things wet. Her monologue continued. “I love your cock. I also love your tongue in my pussy. I love tasting your cum. Cum on me, Jim. I’ll eat your cum right off my tits.”
Jim used to pride himself on his staying power, but this woman had an almost magical power over him. He began grunting as cum oozed from between her tits. She continued to pump her breasts through his orgasm until she was sure he had finished. Then, as promised, she used her finger to pull a dollop of cum to her mouth and sucked it.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You are so hot.”
She pulled another glob of cum into her mouth, then raised herself to kiss him. He tasted his seed on her tongue as he felt her wet breasts drag across his chest.
She stood and said, “Come to bed. You promised you’d fuck the daylights out of me.” When she turned, he could see her perfect ass retreating.
Chapter 7: London
Their lovemaking the night before was gentle and tender. “I want you to feel wanted,” he had said to her, “not just desired.” When sunlight peeked through the windows, he opened his eyes to find her awake, head propped up, watching him.
There were no words, just smiles and kisses, peaceful and slow, with tender touches. After a few minutes, he rolled her onto her back and moved between her legs. Resting on his elbows, he nibbled her neck, slowly dry-humping her stomach. Peggy’s hand soon found his cock, and his hard-on grew.
“Help me in,” he said before kissing her.
Peggy guided him into her pussy. His first strokes were slow and tentative, ensuring she was wet, careful to give her time to accommodate him. When he sunk to the hilt, they sighed and began kissing again.
He felt her heels dig into his ass as he moved. Her eyes, locked on his, seemed to say, “I’m never letting you go,” as her hands moved from his neck to his biceps and back.
Brushing a lock of hair from her brow, he moved higher and kissed her forehead and temple. Peggy rotated her hips, encouraging him to plow deeper, and with each stroke, she felt his balls land on her ass.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him down, kissing him passionately, deeply, breathlessly. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, but he pushed her into the mattress with each downward stroke, forcing his dick deep into her. Each time she felt her ass forced down, Peggy whimpered and dug her heels into Jim’s ass harder.
She whispered in his ear, “Fuck me harder, Jim. Make me yours. Cum in me. I want you. Please.”
He lifted himself off of her, continuing to thrust and drive her ass into the mattress, and with his arms straightened, he looked down at her, pleading, “I want you. I want you to be mine. I feel like a teenager falling in love for the first time.”
“Then kiss me and cum in me,” she said.
His lovemaking was no longer tender. He dropped back to his elbows and kissed her, tongues intertwined, grunts and whimpers filling the room as he pounded her ass into the bed. Kissing gave way to chewing, and she clawed his back with her nails. Burying her head on his shoulder, she began shouting, “Oh! Oh!”
Jim’s balls boiled, sweat fell from his brow, and he straightened his back and came. She scratched his chest, and he felt her pussy squeeze him as he emptied his balls into her. When his orgasm had passed, he dropped back to his elbows and kissed her gently. Her heels continued to dig into his ass, preserving the coupling.
She stared into his eyes. “I almost said it,” she said.
He nodded. “Me, too. Those three little words. Are we crazy?”
“If it means I can keep you, maybe I don’t care,” she said, holding him close.
Jim arranged transportation while Peggy ran errands and packed. They would take a train to Glasgow, catch another train to London and stay in the city. The next morning they would take a train to Heathrow and take a flight to Boston.
Peggy came through the front door with her shopping bag. “I made a stop at the chemist. I think I have enough for three months. I guess that’s my limit,” she said.
Jim was still seated at his computer. “I wouldn’t mind coming back here in three months. The weather would be warmer. We could ride the trains and be tourists.”
“Well,” she said with a wink, “we know you like the trains.”
He explained their itinerary. Within minutes she put the last items in her bags and locked the front door. “Ready?” She said.
“Sure. Let me take one of those,” he said after adjusting the straps on his backpack.
They walked arm in arm to the train station. The sun was out, and it felt warm on the skin. Jim realized he had forgotten his hat but said nothing.
The train to Glasgow was mostly empty, and they had the car to themselves. Jim sat by the window, and Peggy threaded her arm under his and held his hand. She would lean against him for a while, then look up at him and smile.
“We almost said a lot of things this morning,” she said while not making eye contact. “Are we fools? Am I setting myself up for heartbreak?”
He hung his head so his quiet voice would still be heard by her. “I can only tell you how I feel.”
“It scares me to think how close I came to saying–it,” she said.
He turned slightly and met her eyes. “One of us might slip, and I promise not to do or say anything if it happens. In the throes of passion, shit, when I’m cumming my brains out, who knows what I’ll say.”
She leaned to him and smiled, her other hand rubbing the two that were merged.
“But,” he continued, “there may come a day when I mean it, and there will be no doubt. On that day, if you’re not ready to say it, too, I’ll understand. But if I feel that way and want you in my life forever, I’m not waiting.”
He released her hand and put his arm around her. She snuggled to him and watched the Scottish countryside roll by.
Glasgow to London is six hours by train, and their arrival in Kings Cross was late. They walked to a hotel in Bloomsbury that Jim had reserved.
“I’m tired,” she warned him. “I’ll not be much fun tonight.”
He walked to her, held her in his arms, and said, “I just want to kiss you and hold you and have you fall asleep in my arms. That would make me very happy.”
Chapter 8: Boston
The early morning train to Heathrow was crowded, and the two travelers were still sleepy but happy. Peggy snuggled against Jim and slept for most of the trip. Once the bags were checked and they passed through security, they sought the first coffee shop that could give them a caffeine fix.
“We have an hour before the flight,” he said. “Are you doing OK?”
She sipped from her coffee. “Just tired,” she said. “I hope I can sleep on the plane.”
“I have a room in Copley Place for us. We can shop on Newbury Street after we drop off your bags. I want to treat you if you’d let me,” he said.
“And what are we shopping for?” She asked.
“I thought some lingerie might be fun. Maybe a couple of dresses.” Then he leaned in. “Bras?”
That raised eyebrows. “Bras?” She said.
His voice was barely above a whisper. “You said you were either ashamed of the girls or too lazy to shop for bras. I think it just became too much trouble to find a bra that felt comfortable. I want you to be comfortable. We’ll be in a great place to look, and we should take advantage of it.”
She smirked and said, “So, this is not just you being obsessed with my boobs.”
“Well,” he said, shrugging, “I am obsessed with your boobs, but I also want you to be comfortable, happy, and proud of your body. I’m so sad about people shaming you about your boobs. It’s heartbreaking.”
She reached for his hand and held it. “You are a charming man.”
The two napped for part of the nearly eight-hour flight, and their ordeal at immigration was limited to Peggy needing to explain why she had not been in the US for the last five years. A UK passport and a death certificate helped allow her to pass.
“You OK?” He asked.
“You know,” she said, filing her paperwork away, “I love my country, but some aspects of our government suck.”
The Weston at Copley Place accommodated their early check-in request, and they settled their bags in the room. A quick shower to wash 3000 miles of jet lag from their bodies and changing clothes rejuvenated them.
Jim stretched out on the bed and said, “Hungry?”
“Not really,” she replied, “you?”
“No,” he said. “I guess we can go shopping. I found this place on Newbury Street that might fit the bill.” He handed her his phone, and it showed an intimate apparel shop.
She rolled her eyes. “You want me to get some bras, don’t you?”
“We go and ask for help with the fitting,” he said. “It costs nothing to ask.”
She broke from him and looked away. “I’ll go, but I need to do this alone. It would be too stressful with you there. Is that selfish?”
He shook his head and said sympathetically, “No, of course not. I’ll walk you there and return in an hour, and I’ll give you privacy if you give me something in return.”
She was taken aback. “Like what?”
“You let me treat you this whole trip. Not just this stop, but the whole time you’re my guest. No backtalk, no haggling with me, just be happy. I want to take care of you for a few days. Please let me,” he said.
She hung her head and smiled. “OK. Thank you.”
An hour after he had left her in the boutique, he returned with a bag of his own from Boston Garden. Peggy and the store clerks were laughing when he popped in the door.
“Speak of the devil,” said Peggy. She went to him and kissed his cheek. “Doing a little shopping of your own?”
“It’s a surprise,” he said, grinning. “How did we do here?”
“Very well,” the store manager said. “I believe we found several items with a great fit.”
He handed his card to the clerk who ran it, and they were on their way back to the hotel in minutes, walking arm-in-arm, each with their bags in one hand.
When the door closed to their room, Peggy turned to Jim and said, “We know what’s in my bag. But what’s in yours?”
“I hope you like it,” he said, pulling out a Boston Bruins sweater with the number 63 and Marchand on the back. Jim winced and looked at her expectantly.
She pulled it from his hands, lifted it, and grinned. “I love it!” She said. She held it to her chest to check the size.
“It can be cold in parts of the house this time of year, and I wanted you to have something to keep you warm,” he said.
She nodded, then winked. “A hockey sweater like this also does a good job hiding the girls. You suspected there’d be times we would be out where I might want to be less conspicuous.”
He shrugged. “That thought had crossed my mind.” He looked her in the eye. “I want you to be comfortable here with me.”
Peggy hugged him and kissed his cheek before pulling the sweater over her head. “Ta-da!” She said.
“Brad Marchand never looked better,” said Jim.
They agreed that an early dinner, perhaps four o’clock, would be best, but that left three hours to kill. “I could use a nap,” said Jim, and he began stripping.
“A nap?” She asked, eyeing him.
“Well,” he said, “eventually.”
They snuggled in the bed, kissing for some time before Peggy said, “Make love to me and talk to me.”
“Which do you want?” He replied.
“Both,” she said, “I want you to fuck me while we talk. I want to feel close to you.”
He rolled her on her back and straddled her stomach, dropping his cock in her mouth. She sucked it to life, jacking and licking it while he played with her tits. When he was hard, he slipped down her body, lifted her knees, and slipped in easily. His strokes were slow and shallow, gentle, rhythmic, and graceful. He kissed her, brushing locks from her temples and nibbling her neck.
“Jim, will you tell me about her?” She said.
He stopped moving.
“Please,” she said, digging nails into his back, “keep fucking me.”
His motion returned, but he looked wary. “Her?” He said.
“Your wife, Joni,” she replied, looking into his eyes.
He stopped his motion again, but she dug her nails in further and said, “Please.”
His strokes became longer, and they bumped with each downward thrust.
“I loved her,” he said. “She was smart, funny, generous to a fault, and beautiful, at least to me. Like all couples, we had good years and bad years, but mostly good. She was my best friend.”
“Kiss me,” she said, and he complied. She ran her hands along his arms. “You’re so strong.”
“And you’re digging your heels into my ass again, and it feels amazing,” he replied.
“Why no children?” She asked.
“Jesus, Peggy, now?”
“Slow down, kiss me, and talk to me,” she said. “It’s OK.”
Jim slowed his pace, dropped his head, and kissed her gently. She raised her arms and encircled his neck, cooing when the kiss broke. “You feel so good inside me,” she said.
“What’s this about, Peggy?” Said Jim while he was grinding himself into her.
She chewed on his shoulder before replying. “I think I’m falling in love with you. I want to be close to you. God, I want you inside me. And I want to know everything,” she said with a gasp as he began fucking her harder.
Jim slowed his pace again before replying. “We tried for children, but we both had fertility problems, as it turned out. After her initial disappointment, she took it as a sign that we belonged together. She could always spot the silver lining.”
Peggy was near tears now. “I’m so sorry you lost her. I loved my husband, too. But if we can’t have them, maybe we can have each other. I’ll never be jealous of the time you had with Joni. She’s a part of you, and you are amazing. You are the man I’m falling in love with because she was with you first. I believe that.”
Jim was distracted by all this talk. His pace increased, and he began fucking her hard, driving her ass into the bed, the springs squeaking in protest, the headboard banging against the wall, sounds echoing off the walls.
Peggy’s heels dug in deeper. “Yes, Jim, fuck me harder. Make me yours. Please. I could never be her, but I could love you just as much. Please.”
Jim growled, dropped his head, and came. When he had finished, he slipped his arms beneath her and pulled her into an embrace crying into her shoulder.
Chapter 9: The Berkshires
They rose early the next day. Jim left the room to fetch coffee, and Peggy finished dressing and applying her makeup. He returned to find her wearing the Bruins sweater.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said. “That looks fabulous on you.”
She sidled up to him and kissed his cheek. “The girls are very comfortable with the new gear we got yesterday. Thank you.”
He shook his head and smiled. “I just want you to be happy,” he said.
Jim’s car was in long-term parking back at Logan Airport, and once it was located, they packed it and aimed for the Massachusetts Turnpike.
“How far is it to your house?” She asked.
He entered the flow on the Pike and said, “It’s only about two hours, but it’s on the far end of the state. We’re going against traffic, so it should be an easy drive.”
He turned on the satellite radio, and they fought over which oldies station they would listen to during the drive. Once they hit the 60’s hits, they smiled at each other. That was the one.
“Groovy,” she said.
“I can dig it,” he replied.
They drove in silence for a while, then she said, “I’d forgotten how beautiful New England can be.”
He nodded and smiled. “We get four seasons, which is nice. Fall is the best, especially after a hard freeze, so there are no bugs.”
“I don’t think I could leave Scotland forever,” she said. “Can we share? Can we spend time in both places?”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” he said. “I love the UK. That’s why I did my walkabout there. And I have very fond memories of that little bungalow.” The last bit with a smile.
The drive went quickly, with the two singing to the radio most of the way. When he exited the Pike, the scenery changed to old New England towns, signs pointing to Mount Greylock, music venues, and parks.
“This is exciting,” she said. “There are artsy things to do in the summer here.”
“It’s a quiet place,” he said, “but still lots to do.”
After another twenty minutes of driving and a trip up a long, winding driveway, the car stopped before a modern house.
“Jim! This is amazing!” She said. “What a nice house.”
He pulled suitcases from the back and began walking to the door with Peggy in close pursuit. The grass was overgrown, but the place was in good shape. He kicked off his shoes and walked her bags to the guest room.
“Everybody needs a moment of privacy once in a while. I’m putting your stuff here, and this is your room whenever you need a break, but, of course, I’m hoping you sleep with me,” he said.
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. “You are so thoughtful,” she whispered in his ear. “I think you may have earned a reward. Where’s the bedroom?”
He walked across the hall to the primary bedroom. The king bed dominated one wall, but the sliding glass doors leading to the three-season porch won the day.
“Oh, my,” she said, gazing at the distant mountain and the valley below. She turned to him and began to ask a question, but he caught her eye.
“Mount Greylock,” he said. “It’s a beautiful place to hike.”
He dropped his pack as she moved to him, and they kissed, his hands in her hair, then over her breasts hidden within the Bruins sweater. Breaking the kiss, he smiled and slid a hand under the sweater to feel the new bra.
“Are the girls comfortable?” He asked, rubbing a thumb over the front of a cup.
She grinned and undid his belt, pulling it free and tossing it aside dramatically. He removed his hand from her sweater and brushed her hair. The button on his jeans and the zipper were next. With a quick pull, his jeans were about his ankles, and he stepped out. She dropped to her knees and threw the jeans aside.
His cock was already straining against his boxers, but instead of pulling them down, she threaded his cock through the flap and began jacking it. Before he could speak, Peggy had engulfed his cock with her mouth, sucking, licking, dragging her teeth on the shaft, and teasing the head with her tongue and hot breath. Her hand stimulated his balls trapped in the boxers.
“I think I know what your reward should be,” she said with a wink while jacking his hard cock.
Her mouth returned to his dick with her hands pulling on his ass cheeks, driving him deeper into her throat. She gagged once but kept the pace, forcing his hips forward, fucking her throat, and giving him head. As if by reflex, his hands when to her hair, grasping her ponytail, holding her head while his cock assaulted her throat. She vibrated and hummed with approval.
Her tits held still and covered by the bra and sweater dangled before her, and his gaze switched between her eyes, mouth, and tits. She pulled off and said, “Give me a big fucking load, Jim. I love you. I want to make you happy. I want to make you mine. Cum down my fucking throat!”
She then swallowed his cock again and pulled his hips with even more intensity. The dirty talk did him in. He came, and she sensed it just in time to pull back, jack his cock, and take the load on her tongue. When his dick had been milked dry, she showed him her tongue, then swallowed, licking her lips.
Exhausted, he sat on the bed, and she joined him, pulling him on top of her.
After a kiss, she asked, “Did you like your reward.”
“Fuck,” was all he could say. Then he chuckled and looked at her with love in his eyes. “I love you, too, Margret.”
She smiled and said, “Only people who love me can call me Margret. I guess you qualify.”
Jim walked through the house, inventorying food and making lists of things to do for the home. When he finally returned to the bedroom, he found her reading on the three-season porch, and she looked so peaceful. He returned to his office, rummaged through a drawer, and returned to her.
He held out a ring while on one knee and said, “This was my mother’s ring, but I want you to have it if you’ll marry me. Margret, I love you. Marry me.”
The book fell to the floor, and she cried while shouting, “Yes! Yes!”
The ring slipped easily onto her finger, and they embraced.
The End