Memoirs of a Shared Wife Ch. 12 by Pippa76
This is chapter 12 of an ongoing series of true stories that i have moved from loving wives.
When i told john he was very excited indeed, i had been trying now for weeks to coax a meeting out of alan. He is very shy and cautious so my approach had to be purposely slow, i didn’t want to scare him off.
Yes he was flirty with a keyboard but the phone calls had been a big step for him, he had been nervous about giving his number out and susan finding out about me.
Then, as his confidence grew stronger I’d managed to go that one step further……by talking him through a masturbation session.
And now this, an actual meeting.
Both myself and john knew that alan was more suited to our needs.
His personality was very similar to neil but then there was the bonus of his age….. perfect for my old man fetish.
Later that same day, alan emailed me with a location and a date and time.
It was 2 days away, i could hardly wait……
The meeting.
Getting up off my seat and pressing stop button i held on to the stantion as the double decker slowed down.
It’s engine whining as the driver changed down through the gears.
Coming to a stop i get off, thanking the lady driver as i do so.
Stepping down onto the pavement, my short heels clicking as i walked off towards the center of this unfamiliar village.
Alan had told me there was a nice quiet pub that opened on a morning to serve breakfast, tea and coffee etc.
It was one where nobody would know him, in a village miles away from both our homes.
So very cautious.
He’d actually heard about it on facebook of all places.
Despite clearly having the advantage over alan, in that through our conversations i gathered i was far more experienced sexually, what i was about to do still set my heart racing and gave me butterflies in my belly.
The old familiar nervous excitement rush, this time it’s cause was a simple meeting in a pub……with a man almost old enough to be my grandad.
The pub, the golden lion, was now in view just a hundred yards down the road but i had to stop to pull one of my stockings up…..for the third time.
Making sure nobody was nearby, i hitched up my skirt and adjusted it.
Hold ups…..they never do!
John had chosen them for me despite my protests, i knew what would happen.
They did look pretty though. White opaque thigh high hold ups complete with little red bows at the top.
To complete the set i had white satin french knickers and a white lacy bra which squashed my boobs together nicely to produce a lot of inviting deep cleavage.
Although alan thought this was just a friendly chat, i had other ideas and had come prepared.
Over the top of this i was dressed smartly in a grey suit jacket, grey mid length skirt and white blouse with just the right amount of buttons undone to reveal some cleavage.
My hair was tied back in a french braid.
I looked quite formal, as though going for a job interview.
John said i had a school teacher look about me. Which is something that came in handy years later…..but that’s another story.
As i approached the pub i checked the time, it was 10.15 not bad, bit late but that didn’t matter.
We’d arranged to meet at 10 but I’d had to get 2 buses, one into town then the second to this obscure village, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
There was only a smattering of houses, the pub and a post office.
As i reached the pub i passed an old style red phone box which had had its phone removed and was now home to a small collection of books, it was one of those book exchange phone boxes….. quaint.
Upon entering the pub i stopped in my tracks and looked around, to say i was surprised would be an understatement.
The pub was packed full of people, talking, laughing. Classic FM was on in the background, i recognised a piece by mozart.
A strong smell of cooking breakfasts hung in the air and as i took in the atmosphere a pretty waitress walked past smiling, holding a large plate full of bacon, eggs, sausage etc.
I smiled back…..and swallowed. Suddenly feeling hungry but also immediately noticing my attention had been averted from my anxious state…..
Bugger! I hate that, when you become aware that you were….. blissfully unaware.
With my nervousness firmly reinstated i began making my way through to the lounge area where alan said he would be waiting.
The pub had a lovely old fashioned feel to it, with stout dark wooden beams crisscrossing the ceiling.
It had a war time aviation theme with lots of old black and white pictures of aircraft, aircrew and pilots.
World war 2 memorabilia hung off the walls, some with information tags proclaiming the objects origin, complete with dates etc.
At the back of the bar hung a huge picture of an old aeroplane, which alan later told me was a lancaster bomber. The picture was big, about 8 feet long.
The photo had been taken facing the aircraft as it stood on the ground surrounded by aircrew, some were sat on the wings.
According to alan, who again later told me, the pub had been the ‘local’ of aircrew at a long since disused nearby airbase.
I kept on past the bar area and into a slightly less busy lounge with lots of tables with seated folks busily tucking into their delicious looking food.
At the far end of this room, a huge open fireplace with a roaring fire provided the centre of attraction.
I instantly felt at home and also experienced a strong déjà vu feeling…..very strange sensation…. that diverted my attention for a moment.
Until my eyes fell upon alan sat alone in a corner, staring into his cup.
He looked extremely nervous and out of place, a few people were actively glancing at him as they stuffed bits of food into their mouths.
Evidently alan had aroused their interest. Perhaps his likeness to howard had provoked a response.
Speaking of which, i was suddenly hit by an attack of the giggles.
Mainly because of alans appearance but also I’m the type that in high stress situations often do get a sudden attack of light heartedness.
However i soon recovered as alan noticed me approaching.
His face was a picture, if someone could look pleased to see you but also terrified to see you at the same time…..
He was clearly much more nervous than myself, and this knowledge boosted my confidence.
I smiled warmly as i approached, watching alan get up and offer me his hand to shake.
My mind briefly making a connection to our recent phone call in which alan had put the very same hand to good use while i spoke softly in his ear.
He managed a smile back and in a quiet voice greeted me with a polite ‘good morning pippa dear’.
What struck me immediately about alan is how short he is. I’m 5’3″ and he was almost on a level with me. I later found out he’s just 5’4″.
Also he is only slightly built, being very thin.
Alan offered me a chair, pulling it out for me like a true gentleman……and gentlemen….for me at least…..are a turn on.
He sat down and we began chatting.
Alan telling me he was worried i wasn’t going to turn up but so very happy i had.
I apologised and explained about the buses, alan was very understanding
“No..no…it’s alright pippa i understand about the buses i was just worried you’d got cold feet”
His eyes kept wondering down to the bit of cleavage i had on show, cautiously snatching a look when he didn’t think i was looking.
“You look lovely my dear…..very nicely dressed…..that outfit suits you……and your hair…..”
I let him go on for a while admiring my appearance, soaking up the flattery and charm. Alan was making me feel very special…..in more ways than one.
He certainly is a charmer I’ll give him that.
As I listened to his soothing voice it suddenly occurred to me who he sounded like.
It had been on my mind since first hearing him speak over the phone but now i got it.
There’s another old british comedy series called ‘dads army’
The character of sergeant wilson.
He sounds like him.
Alan was less formerly dressed than me, in dark grey trousers a blue jumper and white shirt underneath.
After alans flattery i was offered a drink
“Oh thank you”
I said
“I’ll have a coffee”
He got up and went to the bar. Leaving me alone with some questioning looks from folk on nearby tables. I couldn’t help but think, were they wondering why i was with alan?
I began to feel a little embarrassed. We were after all, the original ‘odd couple’.
Not only was i roughly the same height as him I’m pretty sure i outweighed the guy too.
Then, there was the age difference.
Perhaps they might be thinking I’m his daughter?
Alan arrived back at our table 2 minutes later with a steaming mug of hot coffee.
I thanked him and we resumed chatting. Initially talking about all sorts of everyday things, even the weather.
Gradually however the conversation turned to more personal aspects of our peculiar relationship.
Alan asking me in a hushed voice while leaning over the table towards me
“Does john know we are meeting here today?”
I was a little perplexed as I’d already told alan by email that john knew what i was doing that morning.
It was apparent to me that alan had a personal interest in john and his relaxed stance on us meeting.
Alans keen interest….. intrigued me.
I told him that john knew full well what i was doing and added that if he hadn’t have been working that morning, he would have brought me in the car.
This information had a profound affect on alan.
His surprised look preceded some careful, quietly spoken words
“really?…..he was going to bring you here to see me?!”
I nodded, enjoying the effect.
Alan looked around himself suspiciously, as though expecting someone to be eavesdropping, leaning forward more he spoke in a quiet confidential tone
“Seriously?”
I nodded once more
Alan kept up his line of inquiry
“So…. he’s not jealous or anything?”
I was very much enjoying alans incredulity. It was fascinating to see…..the look on his face.
“Nope”
I said, then added
“He likes it…..turns him on…..a lot”
The ‘a lot’ part was said slower, louder and with emphasis.
Alan moved back a little, frowning, then a broad grin crept across his wrinkled face
“He’s a kinky sod your john”
He said.
I had to agree, nodding. Then added
“So am i”
I said it while maintaining eye contact, but alan didn’t take the bait, he was looking around nervously at all the people.
Turning back to face me he said
“I…..erm…..think i chose the wrong place for us to meet pippa….sorry…..we can’t really talk properly here”
Seeing an opening and feeling naughty i went for it
“Oh?…..what do you mean alan….talk properly?”
My words were accompanied by ‘the look’.
I’m grinning while typing this because i recall the look on alans face, somewhere between surprise and sheer terror.
In what turned out to be reminiscent of an encounter with neil, alan stuttered while beginning to apologise and explain what he meant.
Feeling wicked i watched this little old man squirm for a moment.
I knew of course, what he meant by ‘properly’.
It didn’t necessarily mean doing anything, but just being able to talk about what we wanted to talk about without people listening in.
After a few blurted out sentences from a petrified alan i reached across the table and put my hand over his, squeezing it gently, with a reassuring smile i said
“It’s alright….. I’m just pulling your leg….i know what you mean….”
Looking around myself now, i could see a few folk paying us a lot of attention
“…..it is busy here…..and we seem to be quite popular”
Suddenly, i had a naughty idea.
It was daring, spontaneous, wicked even…..and….. completely irresistible
Taking my hand off his i leveled it between us and gestured for alan to come closer with a curling index finger, leaning forward myself and making it look as though i wanted to whisper something to him.
But, i had other ideas.
As he drew near i planted a tender kiss square on his lips.
Alan didn’t attempt to stop me.
When i moved back away from him he was staring at me with a look of pleasant surprise.
That look however, quickly evaporated as a giggle sounded from a nearby table. Alans shy nature kicked in and he turned the colour…..of a beetroot.
It was so endearing to watch and i couldn’t help but grin.
I suddenly felt very turned on by this, shy old man.
Alan looked nervously around at the lady who’d giggled at us, i glanced at her too.
An oldish woman with short dark hair, she was leaning towards her husband and saying something to him while watching us.
I just barely caught the words ‘….yes…but i think she’d kill him’…..then another giggle.
Alan looked terribly embarrassed but instead of feeling sorry for him i found it so refreshing…..after harry.
Now, i was the one, once again, in control.
Like the situation with neil.
Alan leaned forward and in a hushed voice asked why I’d kissed him?
Watching him closely i told him that I’d done it because i liked him, and found him very sexy.
This had the desired affect on alan, turning him an even darker shade of red.
I grinned while biting my lower lip, soaking up the power i had over this little man
“You…..are so cute when your blushing”
I said, locking my eyes with his.
It was true, alan had an almost childlike quality about him that reminded me of neil.
Shy, and timid……turns me on.
Reaching out once more with my right hand i squeezed his left and took a drink from my cup before saying
“You want to get out of here?…..we could go for a drive in your car…..be more private….if you want?….just a ride round….we can chat more easily”
Alan once again looked nervously around, then back at me
“Just a ride and chat?”
He said it with a worried expression….so nervous.
Holding my hands up in a ‘surrender’ pose i said
“Promise….. I’ll keep my hands to myself”
I said it while winking.
Alan swallowed hard, looked around again, then back at me
“Alright….come on let’s go”
We both got up together and i made a point of giving the giggling ladies husband a meanigful look….. making eye contact….and holding it.
It worked handsomely, the guy held my gaze for a moment, a shy smile beginning to form on his face…..until his wife prodded him hard in the shoulder, giving first her hubby, then me, a hard stare.
It was worth it.
I followed alan back out the pub and into a car park around the back.
I was gripped by the urge to hold alans hand but didn’t, i knew he was nervous and didn’t want any more attention drawn to us.
Following alan to a large white car in the corner of the car park, i don’t know much about cars but did recognise the mercedes symbol on the front.
It was a beauty and when i got in i could smell the leather seats.
After complimenting him on the car alan told me he’d only had it 3 months and that it was brand new when he bought it.
We set off out the car park and drove for about 20 minutes, along winding country lanes.
It was a beautiful early may morning, spring was definitely here. The sun shone brightly and it was quite mild, warm enough to have the windows down.
As alan drove we chatted, firstly about the giggling woman back at the pub, then the pub itself.
This is when he told me about the disused airbase etc.
But, the conversation soon turned to more personal matters.
Alans fascination with my husbands stance on me seeing him foremost among the topics.
Susan too, came up.
Alan explaining how her illness affected her…..and him.
He carefully, shyly revealed to me that he hadn’t been intimate with her for 12 years!
“12 years!….”
I repeated the number in a loud voice with genuine surprise. I knew they hadn’t done anything for a while but…..12 years….
Taking a risk i pushed gently forward
“….my god alan….that is a long time……so….has there been anyone else?….. during that period?”
He turned briefly towards me and replied with a kind of wary, embarrassed look
“No…..I’ve stayed faithful to her”
His reply really did shock me, alan was confiding in me that he hadn’t been intimate with any woman for the past 12 years….
It didn’t just shock me, i felt so sorry for him too. Imagine it for yourself, no intimacy for all that time.
Along with the pity i felt admiration too, for his love for her must be strong…..
Indeed, i began to wonder…..how strong?
If he’d been faithful to her for all this time……then did i stand any chance of enticing him?
The answer came to me in the form of that little voice at the back of my mind
‘well…..you are in his car…..being driven down quiet country lanes…. talking openly about sex’
The little voice did have a point. But what spurred me on the most was just that stunning fact…..this guy had not had sex for 12 years….. except with his own right hand that is.
The desire to cheat on his wife with me, must be unbearable…..
The naughty thoughts this knowledge conjured up, made my mouth water.
Poor alan must be practically foaming at the mouth, inwardly.
Although i had noticed that he was eyeing me up much more openly now we were safely in his car, away from prying eyes.
Reminding myself that i was in control i kept on the subject of alans epic self denial, commending him on being able to do that and adding that i would not be able to do what he had done.
Upon hearing this alan then asked a very important question.
In that careful…..shy way of his
“So pippa…..have you erm…..ever……seen anyone else….while with john?”
Alan was going red again, i could see the years of frustration and curiosity fighting his shy side……but which would win?
At this point i chose to lie and not tell him about harry. I did however tell him some of what happened with neil. Altering the story to make out that it was just me that had discovered neils dirty little secret, and decided not to tell my husband….at first.
There was no mention of the camera of course.
I told alan about the little favours i did for neil in our bathroom, while john was at work.
Listening to my detailed descriptions had a profound affect on alan, he went bright red and kept swallowing.
Glancing at me then quickly back at the road, car swerving a little.
It was reminiscent of several days earlier while in the taxi.
I told alan that when it was over with neil I’d given in to my guilt and told john about what I’d done, expecting our marriage to take a heavy blow.
But that never happened. In fact our relationship became stronger than ever.
It old alan that although john was initially shocked at what I’d done he later confided in me that it was a huge turn on.
He then revealed a long time secret fantasy he’d been harbouring…..about me doing it with another guy.
I told alan that he was the first guy I’d actually met, after neil.
By the time I’d finished, old alan was almost drooling!
He turned to me and for the first time i noticed that look in alans eyes, that deep, dark, hungry look. The same thing I’d seen in the taxi drivers eyes……pure carnal lust….so…..he did have it in him.
And if it was there, i could coax it out.
“I……I know about this thing…..couples that do that…..i…..erm…..”
He blurts out a nervous laugh
“……i…..watch a lot of porn”
Another big step for alan, this was getting better by the mile.
I turned in my seat to face him, excitedly asking what sort of thing he liked to see and telling him me and john watched a lot of porn too.
As i listened to alan tell me in a dry sounding voice what he liked to watch i carefully undid a few more buttons on my blouse and pulled it apart more so he would have more cleavage to drool over.
It worked a charm, too well in fact, alans eyes feasting on the deep cleavage a little too long….
As a result we drifted into the side of the road, for a moment there was panic as the car bounced up and down, alan cursing….. struggling with the wheel.
He regained control, now looking more flustered than ever……what with my teasing and nearly crashing.
I felt so sorry for him……the poor man needed some relief….
Trying very hard to not let my inner grin breakthrough to the surface, putting on the best innocent concerned look that i could muster, i gently put my hand on alans shoulder and said
“You look a bit flustered alan sweetheart…..why don’t you pull over somewhere for a little while…. have a rest from driving…..we can talk more comfortably”
He glanced at me then quickly back at the road
“Oh……i erm…..i shouldn’t really….”
Glancing back at me i noticed his eyes move quickly down from mine, to my breasts.
It was so quick to be almost imperceptible, but i knew what to look for.
Curious….. it’s sometimes these little things that say so much.
I knew i had him, with just that tiniest of looks. I knew the battle between the love for his wife and his shy timid nature versus alans long time pent up desires, was over.
Desire the victor.
Alan finished his sentence
“……but…..your right…..i need a rest…..it’s been an….. exciting morning for me”
Me too, i could feel myself moistening up down there at the thought of alans inner struggle…..all because of little old me.
We were now passing into a forested area, with tall coniferous trees lining both sides of our view. Every hundred yards or so there was a small picnic area, complete with picnic table and room to park a car.
Alan chose one of these and nosed the big car as far as it would go into the car space.
I did note, rather excitedly, that alan had parked in such a position that the interior of the car couldn’t be seen by anyone passing by on the road….
He turned off the engine and glanced over at me, noticing me watching him closely, a shy grin forming on his face.
A nervous laugh then a single word
“What?”
He said it a little defensively.
I asked what he meant by…. ‘what’?
“You…..your watching me all the time”
Alan replied shyly.
I laughed myself, then replied
“I like watching you……like i said….i find you very sexy”
Alan looked down at his lap, he was going bright red.
As i watched i could see his throat working, adams apple moving up and down.
I could see him struggling with something difficult he wanted to say…. desperate to get it out….but so afraid to do so.
He eventually looked back up and i saw once again that little glance down at my cleavage, so guarded.
Not wasting the moment, i acknowledged his look by saying
“It’s ok you know…..you can look…..i like it….. you’ve seen them before anyway”
It was true he had seen them, but not in the flesh.
Alan swallowed again, he looked so incredibly nervous but now i can see something else in him too….. curiosity.
He began speaking, a slight tremble detectable in his quietly spoken words
“I…..i know but….i…..i shouldn’t re…..”
Alan didn’t get the ‘really’ out. Enough was enough and i was done with the careful approach. Here i was parked up in a car, with a desperately eager old man practically foaming at the mouth for it……there was only one way this was going to go.
What had stopped alans mouth in mid word was the actions of my fingers upon my blouse buttons….. undoing them
He watched mesmerised, mouth open, as i undid them all right to the bottom and then pulled the garment apart to reveal my bra covered boobs.
Watching him closely, enjoying the affect my actions were having i said
“Do you like this bra alan?…. john chose it for me….he likes how it pushes my breasts together”
I said it in a casual, matter of fact sort of way…..while glancing down at my bosom….however….inside it was pure excitement.
The way he was looking at them…..oh my….i wish john could have been there to see it.
Alan just stared for a moment then began talking in a broken, trembly voice
“I…..erm……yes…..i…..yes….it’s very….. erm….nice”
Oh my god, i could have easily brought myself off just watching and listening to alans reaction….i could actually see the desire taking over….an unbelievably erotic moment.
Seizing that moment i look around us, good, nobody about. I’ve already removed my seat belt and i turn in my seat to face alan squarely on…..then without hesitation….i scoop first one boob then the other…..out my bra.
I’m now sat facing this desperately sex hungry old man, with my boobs out and on show, nipples visibly hardening as he stares in disbelief…..
“Hows this?……is this better alan?”
I can’t resist saying that and although my heart is beating fast as excitement floods my body….a grin begins forming at the look on alans face.
Wide eyed and open mouthed, he slowly almost subconsciously, begins nodding.
Leaning forward so I’m right up against the centre console, i speak softly to alan
“You can touch them if you like?…..go on…..it’s alright”
At this point something within alan ‘wakes up’ and he appears to come briefly out of his boob induced trance.
Glancing back up into my eyes and then around us, looking through the windows making sure nobody is nearby…..
“It’s alright…..there’s no one here but us…. nobody can see…..go on…..have a feel”
Reassuring alan, i move up a little closer to him, my boobs wobbling gently as i do so.
Alan resumes staring at them but this time his right hand begins to move….. slowly toward my exposed breasts.
Alans tongue appears briefly as it lubricates his bottom lip….in that moment….he looks so….. hungry.
That’s the word that is most apt. He looked at my bare tits like a starving man might look at a juicy steak….
I watched, fascinated, as alans hand made its way steadily to my left tit…..and touched it.
Fingers oh so gently exploring, stroking.
Grinning wickedly at alan, while soaking up his reaction, watching as his mouth falls open…… he’s touching his first boob in 12 years…..and the look on his face……it is priceless.
“There….that’s it…..how does that feel?”
He doesn’t acknowledge me, just keeps fondling my boob, feeling the weight, stroking across my nipple……
“Mmmmm”
I purr softly at his touch, the noise ‘waking’ him from another trance. Looking up into my eyes he says
“Oh…..sorry pippa…..you……you said something”
Locking eyes with him i asked again if it feels good?
Looking back down at what his hand was busy doing, alan replied in that now familiar shy, broken way
“Oh god yes…. it’s…..so warm…..so….so soft….”
As alan spoke his other hand came into play, now both his hands explored my boobs together, fondling, squeezing, stroking.
He continued….
“…..and firm…..so…heavy….”
At this point alan gave out a little nervous laugh, then said
“….Oh god……I’m sorry pippa…. please forgive me…..I’m shaking……i can’t help it……it’s been…such a long time”
It was true, i could feel him trembling
“Too long….”
I agreed
“Don’t apologise alan…..don’t ever apologise…..mmmmm…..oh yes……i like that”
Alans fingers had found my nipples and were gently pinching them, twisting a little.
Alan grins, looking more relaxed as he stares down at what he’s doing to me, my reaction seems to be giving him confidence…..then he confides something personal
“Su…. ”
He corrects himself. Not wanting to use her name.
“…..my wife…used to like this too….she er….”
Another nervous laugh
“…..she liked me to…..twist them…..like this”
He did it harder and i moaned approval.
The sensation causing delightful sensual ripples right through me.
“Oh god…..pippa….you have the most amazing nipples…i can feel them getting bigger”
So could i, what alan was doing…..it was really getting me going.
I am able to climax with just attention focused on my boobs…..and alan was doing a fine job.
It was at this point that i noticed alan licking his lips.
Time for him to suckle…..i think.
Glancing around once more to check no one was about, then placing my hand on the back of alans balding head, gently pulling him towards my waiting sensitive nipples
“Go on….. there’s nobody about….go on that’s it…”
This time alan takes my word for it and doesn’t check for himself, he’s so engrossed with my tits that he’s oblivious to his own previous caution….
Suddenly giving in to all those years of pent up desire….he dives in to my breasts head first…. devouring them….
My god! And i thought harry was greedy, that first time in his camper van.
Drawing in a sharp breath at the exquisite sensation coming from my nipples as alan sucked and licked for all he was worth.
First one then the other, both at the same time with them squashed together…..i threw my head back and squealed with delight.
He was like an animal, unleashed.
Looking back down.
Alan had completely lost control, whimpering through rapid breaths, his head jerking from side to side as he moved busily from one nip to the other
“Oh god yeah!”
My excited words passed through ever quicker breaths.
The sight of this greedy old man devouring me…. stirring something big… deep within.
Suddenly gripped by an urge, i had to feel him….
Leaning closer to alan and reaching down between his legs with my free left hand…. touching him for the first time…
He flinches a little and groans through a mouthful of tit as my busy fingers explore.
Alan doesn’t feel very big, but by god…. it’s hard as rock!
I’ve never felt one as hard.
My curiosity is aflame and i begin rubbing his stiff dick through his trousers.
Alan let’s out another groan, this one louder.
Soaking up his approval I’m spurred on and rub harder…..and that’s when it happens.
I suppose i should have been more careful really, considering alans past. After all, he hadn’t been with a woman in over 12 years, but you can’t account for everything, and i was caught up in the moment…..just got carried away.
I felt him starting to hump, gently at first quickly followed by full on, powerful thrusts.
A second later he pulled back away from my boobs, eyes closed, face screwed up
“Oh god……oh god….NO!…..aahh”
I felt him push forward hard and begin trembling, breathing fast and looking down at his crotch alan gasps
“Oh god no…..no…no…no”
I knew of course, what had happened.
Alan had come, somewhat prematurely, in his trousers.
I could feel the wet spot quickly growing just before removing my hand.
Looking closely at alan, his face red, lips glistening with saliva, still breathing hard…..extreme embarrassment etched into his expression…..i felt so sorry for him
“Hey….hey….it’s alright….it’s alright love… accidents happen…..i understand….it’s alright alan…..hey…..look at me….look at me….”
He didn’t seem to notice my reassuring words, he was talking over them through rapid breaths, apologising
“Oh god….pippa….i…. I’m so…..sorry…..I’m sorry….i….”
Raising my voice and interupting him i repeat
“…. look at me….alan….it’s alright”
The words ‘its alright’ are said slowly and overemphasized.
I begin reassuring him again, talking softly. It does calm him down this time and he eventually gets his breath back and stops apologising…..then notices the mess clearly visible on the crotch of his trousers!
Panic ensues
“Oh my god!…..what am i gong to do?!…. judith is in at home….. she’ll see…..oh god!….what have i done!”
Judith is alans granddaughter in law and comes round to clean the house for them but also keeps an eye on susan while he’s out, he doesn’t like leaving her alone.
A solution pops instantly to mind. An idea which suits my needs as well as alans.
It had been my intention to coax alan back to our house that morning, and film nature taking its course, in our bedroom.
However, due to his very nervous state i had given up on that idea and was prepared to make do with the backseat of his car.
But now….
Patiently calming him down again i then presented my plan
“Look…. there’s nobody in at our house….kids are at school and johns at work…..if you take me back home i can wash and dry those things for you…..put em on a quick wash….won’t take long”
While talking to alan i put my boobs away, they were wet through with alans saliva, nipples still very tender…..but that would have to wait.
Alan looked away for a moment, staring through the windscreen, pondering my offer
“Hey….”
I tapped his shoulder and, looking as sweet and innocent as i could, said
“I promise I’ll be good”
Alan studied me carefully for a moment, a thin smile slowly growing on his face, his eyes twinkled.
At length he spoke
“Alright…..thank you pippa…..you are good to me…..”
He grinned while slowly shaking his head
“…. and…i think… you’ll also be the death of me”
I grinned back, watching alan look down into his lap at the large wet patch
“I can’t believe i did that…..so….. embarrassing…..sorry pi…..”
I interrupted him
“….will you stop apologising!….you couldn’t help it…..just a bit out of practice that’s all….”
Alan nodded agreement as he started up the car
Pausing for a moment while i put the seatbelt back on, i then glance at alan and add
“….we’ll have to see what we can do about that…..won’t we?”
Alan acknowledged my naughty comment with a shy smile…..then swallowed hard.
He put the car in gear and we set off….for our house.
End of chapter 12.