This is my second story. We have all had unrequired love, the question is what would happen if it got a chance to get out there. Two people who are actually very shy get thrown together and face what they have tried to hide. This could be the result. Of course the opposite would probably have happened. They would have spoken a few times, and that would have been a very short story.
I hope it shows people with story ideas that they are afraid to write that you just need go for it.
Once again I would like to than Kenjisato for all the editing.
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My name is Mike Anderson, I’m fifty-four years of age, short, a bit overweight, and certainly no Rembrandt work of art. I had been married for seventeen years, with three children, Alice who is fourteen, Tim who is eleven and Sam who is seven. We live outside a village in the Lake District, where my wife has a small farm, inherited from her father. When I was younger, I had difficulty with woman, dating women, that is. I knew plenty of women, who thought I was cute and wanted to be my friend, just not my girlfriend. I met my wife, Beverly, in my thirties; she is nine years younger than me, and we just clicked. I remember driving home after a friend introduced us thinking, “I have just met my wife.” Seventeen years after we married, we still are in love..
One strange thing happened after we married. The young girls working in our local shop, all started flirting with me. Even years later, it still happened, and it make me feel very good. It was nothing more than a twirl of the hair in the shop, or seeing me in a coffee shop and coming to sit with me, etc. I had always thought it was because I was nice to them, while many of the other customers treated them badly.
There was one very shy girl, who worked in the shop several years ago, Jane. She worked there for nearly six years, from she turned sixteen until she finished university and got a full-time job. I started saying hallo, asking her about school, etc. Every time I spoke to her she blushed, starting at her neck. It always made me feel good. I would often see her in the village, and even after she stopped working in the shop, she always waved hi. That was until I had a bit of a run-in with her sister, over some damage her son caused to one of our outbuildings on the farm during lockdown.
I made a good living working for myself. I had a contract to manage the construction of medical centres on the Spanish holiday islands. I loved the work, but it did require quite a bit of travel. My wife could not travel with me because of the farm and the children were still in school.
I had just started a new section of the contract to build five new centres across three islands in the Canary Island chain. I had to go for six weeks to cover the planning stage. My building contractor was an international company, who had a presence on the islands already, and we employed a local architect, so I was the only one staying in a hotel. The centre of operations was in Los Cristianos. I had to be there through May and June (not really a hardship) and I booked a five-star hotel, near the beach, for my stay.
I had been on the island a week, and things were going well. It was the Saturday night, and I sat in the bar as a busload of new arrivals trouped through the door. I noticed a rather tall, striking girl in the middle of the group, with a much shorter, but trim friend. From the back the friend looked familiar, but I gave up on the thought, returning to my beer and my book.
About forty-five minutes later, I was engrossed in my book, when I heard a familiar voice ask, “Mike?”
I looked up to see the striking girl, and standing beside her, was Jane. I was stunned for a moment, but I quickly recovered and said, “Hi Jane, lovely to see you here. Did you just arrive?”
I could see her blush, but she just said in a deadpan voice, “Yes.”. She stared at me, as if she did not know what to say or do next, then turned on her heels and walked away.
Her friend said, “Hi, I’m Jess. She’s very shy. I know a remarkable amount about you from her, but she doesn’t know what to say or do over the situation with her sister.”
At that, Jane came back and said, “Please don’t talk to him,” and pulled her friend away.
I continued to sit at the bar and pretended to read my book, but I could see the two of them in the mirror. I watched with a lot of curiosity, as Jess clearly berated Jane and pointed at me a couple of times. After an hour, they both got up and left, with Jane studiously ignoring me, while Jess gave me a big smile and a wave.
I waved back, and she mouthed, “See you later.”
I sat at the bar and ordered some tapas for dinner and enjoyed my beer. It was a lovely night, so I moved to the balcony and watched the sun go down. Not long after I heard two whispered voices in a heated debate, then Jess flopped into the seat opposite me. I looked at her but didn’t turn round to see if Jane was still in the doorway behind me.
Jess then spoke to someone, who was obviously behind me, and said, “You have dreamed of this for years, I will never forgive you if you don’t take this opportunity.”
The words were strange, but I chose to wait, and take my lead from Jess. She looked at me, and I turned to see Jane standing behind me, her face racked with different emotions. I looked at her with a bit of a frown, and said, “Jane, I hope you don’t think I have an issue with you over your nephew’s actions. If you have an issue with me, come and tell me. You owe me that, even just as the casual friends that we are.”
She blushed, she smiled, she frowned, she bubbled, and then she virtually danced to the table. It was strange, exciting, and, to be honest, a massive ego boost, as she was clearly so pleased to see me.
Her first action shocked me. She sat beside me, slapped me hard on the face, and said, “That is for shouting at my sister.” She then leaned in and kissed me on the same cheek and said, “That is to say sorry for my nephew’s actions and to make your cheek better.”
I just smiled and said, “You know you will pay for that later.” To which Jess laughed and said “That is what she is hoping for but is too shy to tell you!.” I turned around and called the waiter over and said, “What would you two lovely ladies like to drink?”
Jess replied, “Glass of rosé for me, and Jane, regardless of what she says, wants the same.”
I turned to the waiter and said, “Bottle of rosé and three glasses.”
Jess sat very quietly, and I started talking to Jane about their holiday plans, how long they would be there. She asked me about what I was doing here, etc. Just general conversation that just kept the night flowing.
Eventually, it was getting late and the waiter wanted to close the bar. I guessed Jane did not want to leave and Jess made no effort to move, so I ordered another bottle and said, “My room is a suite, why not come up and we can sit on the balcony and drink this?”
Jess was pleased, but you would have thought Jane had won the lottery, with a big smile and a deep blush.
Jess told Jane to go and get some fresh glasses, when Jess leaned in.
“You don’t know this, but she really does love you for how nice you are to her. She was bullied at university and had no boyfriends, and she longed to go home to see you. She knows you are married, and she will be single because of it. Keep treating her like a princess, but please, also treat her like a little slut occasionally; she is a virgin, but she wants you to act like she is a sexy woman, not that little, timid girl you have known for years.”
I smiled, and said, “I will find treating her like a slut difficult. I love her to death, but she is young enough to be my daughter. I will play some games with her, to push her, and make her realise she is actually a very attractive and sexy young lady.”
Jess smiled, just as Jane came back and said, “The look on her face says I should be worried.” Jess looked at Jane and laughed. “I think you would really like to be in that much trouble, wouldn’t you, girlfriend
Jane bit her lip, but smiled.
We walked up to my room with the new bottle and sat down. Everyone was silent, until Jane leaned into me. I put my arm around her and kissed her on the top of the head. Her body just melted into mine, and I heard a small sigh escape her lips.
Jess looked over and said, “Jane, I’m sorry I have broken one of our most secret trusts, but I told him. I told him that you love him”
Jane bounced up and looked at me with panic in her eyes.
Jess continued, “Don’t worry, Jane. I can see he loves you; he thinks he’s too old to do anything about it, and you are too shy to say. Someone needed to kick start this, and I am the only one here. Please forgive me, but I had to do it!”
Jane sat stock still looking at me. She was too scared to move. She spoke so quietly, I struggled to hear, but she said, “Did you tell him everything?”
Jess laughed, and said, “No, I just oiled the wheel, everything is turning now. It’s up to you how far you take it.”
I put my arm out, and Jane lay into me, but was a bit stiff. I kissed her on the top of her head again, and she relaxed a little, but not as much as before.
She then spoke, “You don’t remember the first time we met. Your wife had just had your first child and I had just turned fourteen. You were in the shopping centre and your wife stopped to talk to my mum. You didn’t even see me, but I watched how you touched your wife’s arm, made sure she was okay, then checked the baby. And I just knew you were a kind person, and I knew I wanted someone as kind and caring as you.
“Then I started working in the shop, and you always were kind, when so many others were rude, or just ignored me. I spent my whole time at university telling Jess the love of my life was at home. She finally got it out of me, and when we walked in here today, and I saw you at the bar, she said to me, ‘That’s him, isn’t it’. I have never had a boyfriend because no one was like you. I know I can’t have you, but be good to me this week, and I will be happy for the rest of my life having one week with you.”
I was stunned this beautiful young lady had just spilled her heart out to me, and she now lay on my chest, face down, wondering if I was going to dash her hopes or make her dreams. It was all in my hands. I knew I had to be careful. I loved my wife and children, and they came first, but I couldn’t just drop Jane from such a great height.
I smiled at Jess. I put my hand under Jane’s chin, pulled her face up, then kissed her on the lips; not deeply, but with passion and as much love as I could. As our lips parted, there was a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
I just said, “I am here on business, so I can’t spend every moment with you, but I will spend as much time as I can with you.”
Her face lit up with a smile, and I knew she was very happy with that.
We lay back and Jess spoke up again. “Jane, I told him you want to be treated like a princess, but also like a slut. I hope you perform up to that request.”
Jane giggled, and said, “No, please I can’t do that! Oh, no, no.” But the colour in her face and the giggle, said she was delighted she was being pushed into these things.
After that, we all sat quietly for a while, drinking our wine, and Jane tucked in close to me.
Jess caught my eye, and said, “I’m going to keep pushing her, and you.”
And I just nodded.
Jess then started, “Did you know Jane would love to sunbathe topless, but she is terrified to do it?”
Jane sat bolt upright, and shouted, “You know I could never do that, imagine all those people look at me!”
Jess laughed, and said, “But just imagine, Mike would be one of those people and you would love him looking at you.”
I could only see her back, but even at that I could see the deep red she had turned at that last comment, and I felt the young lady really did want to be a slut for me, but was absolutely terrified of what she would do and where it would lead.
I put my arm around her waist and said, “Sounds like there could be an exciting game of Truth or Dare somewhere this week.”
Jane turned and looked at me. Again, she had a look of excited expectation, but also fear. I was starting to love that look.
Silence returned once again, and I looked at the clock. It was nearly three AM and the bottle was finished. I said, “It’s getting late and we will be fit for nothing tomorrow, what time will we meet for breakfast?”
Jane didn’t move or speak.
Jess said, “Jane, I will go to bed, you stay here.”
I tightened my grip around her, and Jane didn’t move.
Jess then said something that woke me up. “Okay. Jane, how are you going to communicate your debauchery to me?”
I turned to Jess with a puzzled look on my face.
To which Jane said, “At university, we always had a game. If anyone picked someone up, we communicated the next morning in class what had happened by what we wore. So if you picked someone up, but returned to your dorm you wore different clothes. If you picked them up and went to their house, but did nothing, you wore the same clothes. If you got into bed with them, but only kissed, you took your shoes off in class. If you had sex, you took your bra off for the day, that meant everyone in the class knew, without you having to say.”
I smiled and said, “Okay, let’s do something similar, but I’m going to choose, and I’m going to get my own back for that slap earlier!! Jane, go and get all your bikinis.”
Jane jumped up and ran off to her room.
Jess smiled, and said, “I know where this is going, and she is going to love it.”
Jane came back with two bikinis and a one-piece. One bikini was black and bulky` the other was red and tiny.
Jess looked at the red bikini, and said, “Wooh! Jane, I didn’t think you had anything like this.”
Jane blushed, and said, “I bought it years ago, but never had the courage to wear it.”
I looked at it and it was stunning. The bra cups were very small, and the bottoms were a G-string. My next question was simple. “What are the bases?”
Both girls looked at me, and Jess said, “Your choice.”
“Okay,” I replied. “First, if Jane leaves my room to stay in her own room, she wears the one-piece. If she stays, she will be in my bed and we kiss and cuddle, she wears the black one. If we”
Jess cut in, and said, “She wants to go the whole way, whatever you want. Only one question, do you use condoms?”
I felt Jane tighten her grip around me, and I just said, “Don’t like anal, don’t have a condom, so no. So if I pull out, she takes her bikini top off every time she sits, and if I don’t pull out, she doesn’t wear any bikini top at all.”
To my surprise, Jess got up, and asked Jane, “What is your preference? I know you well enough to know you like this is close to your dream. You have to go for it or you will regret it”
Jane sat up and looked at me, and said, “Your choice, Jess is right, I want this.”
I smiled, then said, “What is your preference?” As I said that, I handed Jess the one-piece and the black bikini, saying, “I don’t think we will need those. Jane can give you the red top, if she thinks it is unnecessary.” With that, I handed the red bikini top to Jane.
Jane just said, “Jess, take that with you when you go.”
At that, Jess picked everything up and said, “Mike, if you hurt her in any way, I will beat you to a pulp.” And she walked out of the room.
Jane looked at me and said, “I’m not on birth control and if you cum inside me I will get pregnant. But you already know I won’t stop you from doing that. I don’t know why I want it, but I do. Now, why do you want to see my boobs all the time? They are small and useless, and Jess’s are so much better.”
I laughed, and pulled her out of the seat and up to a full-length mirror, where I stood directly behind her. Holding her close from behind, I kissed behind her ear and whispered, “Just imagine on the last day of this week you are in the pool swimming and you get out. As you get out you see me looking at you, and you pull yourself out of the pool. There are no tan lines at all and your hard nipple…” as I say this, I pinch her right nipple, “…has a bead of water on it. You look down and think, in nine months that will be milk to feed my hungry baby. And when you look at me, you realise I am thinking the same thing. You look around and see other men looking at you, and that will probably be the first time you figure out that you may be small, but you are stunningly attractive.”
As I said this, I watched her eyes close and I felt her press back into me. As I kissed her neck, a very low moan escaped her lips. With that, I reached up her back, and ran the zipper to the bottom and pushed the dress over her shoulders. It fell to the floor, she slipped her shoes off and stepped out, leaving her dress in a puddle on the floor, with her shoes in the middle. I turned her around and kissed her deeply and passionately; I unclasped her bra, she moved her arms to let it fall to the floor.
She whispered in my ear, “I suppose I won’t need one of those for the rest of the week, either.”
With that, I took her into the bedroom, pulled back the sheets, and she lay down on the bed. I stood over her and undressed fully. My eight inches stood proudly erect, as I took off my boxers.
She looked at me, and said, “Remember, I’m a virgin.”
We started to kiss in bed, and I let her set the speed for a while, as we both lay on our sides. I felt her push her boobs into me, and I leaned down, took a nipple in my mouth, and started to suck.
Her only word was, “Harder.” Then a loud moan, followed by a louder, “Harder, harder!”
I happily obliged, and she had a mini-orgasm from just my sucking. I rolled her onto her back, and kissed down her belly.
She said, “Oh, no, you don’t have to do that.”
I looked up and said, “Oh yes, I do.”
She had a smile on her face, as I stich a patter to her pussy. I could smell it through her panties, but I kissed over the top of them. As I did, her panties got wetter. I worked my way down, until I was lying flat on the bed between her legs. I then used my tongue to push under her panties, and I grabbed a hold of the top of them at each hip. I lightly ran my tongue along her slit, and was rewarded by her pushing her hips in the air, with a very loud squeal. I used the invitation to pull her panties down her legs.
And all she said was, “Shit, I’m naked now, there is no going back!”
I went to work on her pussy with my tongue, knowing my finger might damage the prize my dick so badly wanted. After a few minutes, she grabbed my hair and pushed my head into her pussy.
She screamed, then pulled me up to her face, gave me a kiss, and said, “Just do it, please. Just do it!”
I was already at her opening, so I just pushed and slid the head of my dick in, with remarkable ease. She was so wet, it made the next part easier on her, as I tore her hymen; I felt some blood.
But she pulled me into a kiss, then said, “Don’t waste time, we can go slowly later, I don’t want to chicken out now.”
I took my cue, and started at a slow pace, which I quickly picked up. I tried to make it as loving as I could, but as the pace picked up, I knew I was treating her like a slut. I felt her pull her legs up and put them over mine, then putting her feet under my legs, effectively locking us both in.
As she did this, I looked at her and said, “You know we can’t stop now.”
She replied, “Good.” As she said it, I felt her muscles contract, and she let out a loud moan.
I whispered, “Let it go.”
She just wrapped her arms around my neck, arched her back, and an orgasm hit her. It wasn’t an Earth-shattering climax, but it was her first by a dick, and she clearly enjoyed it.
I said, “Are you ready for this because the thought of what we are doing, is going to make me lose it.” She pushed up again and I lost it, completely. I pounded into her, as the feeling built up in my balls. It just got to be too much and I forced myself as deep as I could go, and in a low groan, said, “This might be your baby.”
I didn’t think either of us could believe what we had done. There was no thought of anything, other than the ultimate climax. When I recovered, I looked up to see Jane smile a little nervously. I knew she was concerned if she had performed well, concerned I might call her a slut and throw her out, and, most of all, concerned I was not happy with what had just happened.
I looked into her eyes and said, “You know I love my wife, but I love you and I hope you don’t regret that, because I don’t.” Her face lit up and she kissed me. I pulled her close and said, “Let’s rest for a while, I need to recover.”
We did it once more, before we got up. Then, she pulled on her bikini bottoms and one of my T-shirts and said, “Let’s go show the world my boobs.” We both laughed, and walked out of the room hand in hand.
I worked hard, but was able to do most of it by the pool. Sure enough, Jane didn’t have a tan line on her upper body when she left for home, and my shy young lady had turned into a mature and outgoing young woman, who was very sure of herself and her sexuality.
Epilogue
Lots of unprotected sex with a twenty-seven-year-old woman, over her fertile period, is only going to have one result, and the inevitable happened. Jane messaged me and asked to meet in a coffee shop.
She said, “I’m pregnant. I have an appointment to terminate it, if you want, but if you want me to keep it, I will. I promise I will never tell anyone who the father is. All I need is your word that you will still respect me.”
I looked at her and said, “Apart from us being in the village, I would walk over there and kiss you. I want you to have the baby. I have an investment that pays £15,000 a year. It was set up for a fourth child my wife could not have. I will sign it over to you. I want you to raise the child, and I will make every effort to be part of his or her life.”.
The child was a boy, she named, Max. Today is his eighteenth birthday and he is a credit to Jane. He plays cricket for our local team, and my youngest is the captain of the team. Has he hurt my family? No, but only because they don’t know about him; if they did, it would hurt a lot. I still meet Jane for coffee, to hear about his exploits, I always look at how he has performed for the cricket team. Am I sorry for what I did? Not one bit. I love all my children equally, and my wife is the love of my life, but Jane has her little part of it.