She Told Him No Fucking... Ch. 01

He stood fidgeting in the bus station. Even after all they had discussed online, he was intensely nervous, and he couldn't imagine what she must be feeling. Their meeting was a leap in the near-dark for both of them, and he knew it involved a great deal of trust on her part. They had only exchanged emails up till now. And for the life of him, he couldn't begin to understand how he might be considered in any way attractive by a sexy woman nearly forty years younger than himself. Ach, well, maybe he wasn't...after all, she was only looking for companionship whilst passing through the city.

The rain drummed on the glass roof: it was a close muggy day, and he sensed the thunder wasn't far off. People moved about him but he was barely aware of them, so preoccupied was he with his thoughts, his aching anticipation and uncertainty. He moved to a point where he could roll a cigarette whilst still watching the stance; drew hungrily on the fag. What if she took an instant dislike to him? In the wider view of things it might hardly matter, just something else that hadn't worked out. But today it would: he was so tightly wound up in expectation of seeing her, had been for days.

Eventually the blue and yellow Citylink rolled into the station, and he moved forward to watch the passengers disembark. Oh Christ, was that her? He had only seen small facepics taken on a mobile before, and she was surely attractive in them, but the blonde who had just stepped from the coach was something else. His was aware of his cock throbbing as he moved forward to greet her:

'Hi! How was your trip?'

A big smile lit her face and they hugged briefly. Then stood back to inspect each other. 'You look even lovelier than I had allowed myself to imagine', he said. Her gaze swept him up and down and she was smiling even more widely. She said nothing but stepped up close and kissed him lightly on the mouth. 'Mmm', she murmured, 'I'm so glad to see you. I was half-expecting you to chicken out!'

She turned to extricate her luggage from the hold of the coach and he moved to help her. Caught a flash of white lacy panties under her short skirt as she bent, a scent of her as he knelt beside her to pull an obstinate suitcase from the hold.

He had found a trolley to get her kit to the car, and they finally turned to each other again in the warm rain once everything was in the boot. He couldn't help but move into her and take her in his arms, was delighted and very relieved as she sank into him. He kissed the top of her blonde head and inhaled her scent: 'I just can't tell you how wonderful it is to see you Elena.' She looked up invitingly and he bent to kiss her slightly parted lips. She responded warmly, pressing herself to him so he felt her full breasts against him, and as she squirmed her hips against his he knew she could feel his erection.

'Oh, naughty man', she said: 'I told you, I'm a good girl. What's he doing getting so excited?'

He blushed, but she continued pressing into him. 'He's just telling you what a gorgeous woman you are lassie. You know that.' He kissed her again and as his arms moved around her he felt the damp patches at her oxters. 'Must have had a warm trip?' he asked.

'Warm? It was stifling in there: something wrong with the aircon. I've been sweating all day', she laughed. 'And if you think I'm damp at my oxters...'

'Mmm, have I told you how much I love the taste of a woman's sweat?' he asked. 'Sorry: better not go there!'

'Anyway' – pulling away from her reluctantly – 'what's your agenda for the rest of the day in Big G?'

'Um...' She was smiling, delicious lips slightly parted, 'Well, after that journey, I just want to check into the hotel, shower, change, maybe have a wee lie-down. But I could murder a drink before I do that. Maybe we could have a drink at the hotel, then you could come back in a couple of hours and we could go eat?'

He kissed her lightly: 'Whatever is best for ma'm'selle,' and he bowed slightly. She giggled at his nonsense, leaned and kissed him. 'OK, so get me to the hotel. Fast. I need that drink!'

Fifteen minutes later they were in the hotel bar, blethering away about everything and nothing. He definitely liked her, quite apart from her intense sexual attraction. He had already had insight into her intelligence and maturity through her writing, and their online chat. But he was very taken with her as a companion, as their conversation wandered and strayed. And as they chatted, he found himself gradually losing his self-consciousness about the huge age difference between them. Not least because she didn't seem to recognise it as an issue.

Eventually he glanced at his watch. It was nearly six. They had been in the bar for an hour, and she'd had three long vodkas to his half-pint of Deuchar's. He could feel the warmth of her body and thigh against his, for they had slipped closer whilst they were talking. 'Hey, Elena, look at the time. Thought you needed a shower and a rest before we eat?'

'They don't seem so important now,' she whispered: 'I've just been enjoying being with you. I feel so relaxed now.'

'Maybe so,' he murmured, dipping his head so he could sniff the delicious mix of sweat and scent at her oxters. 'Want me to lick you clean, instead of having a shower?'

'Willie!' She slapped his face gently. 'I told you, I'm a good girl!'

'Yup,' he grinned: 'And I told you I'm a dirty old man!'

'Well, right now I'm a rather dirty woman,' she smiled: 'But not in the way you mean. Now, I'm off to lose my bus trip. See you back here, when? Around seven-thirty?'

He stood and pulled her gently from the seat: 'Sure, I'll be here.' He bent and kissed her lightly: 'Now, off you go and freshen up.'

*****

He walked back in the rain to where he had parked, senses reeling. She was just so delightful: everything he had hoped for and more. And though he knew he should expect no more than companionship from their short time together, he was inadvertently a fireball of desire.

He decided though, that he was done with driving for the night: it would be pleasant to have a few drinks with their meal. He'd get the bus home later. So he drove to the nearest free parking to the city centre, at Kelvinbridge, and got the subway back into town. Bought a Herald and went into the Scotia for a pint, killing time before he went to see her again at the hotel.

He sat dreaming in the pub for forty minutes, barely glancing at the paper. He couldn't help imagining what would have happened if she had taken him up on his offer to lick all the sweat from her. How she would taste as she lay naked on the bed whilst his tongue cleaned her up. Round her neck, her beautiful breasts...into her woman-scented oxters. Right under her breasts where the sweat gathers, then down her soft belly...and into her hot sweaty groin. Fuck, better stop thinking like this, he was hard as a rock now. He swallowed the rest of his pint when he saw the time on the bar clock, grabbed his paper, left. It was still pouring outside.

The hotel bar held only a handful of people when he arrived, and Elena wasn't one of them. He settled with another pint and his paper, and this time forced himself to focus on it. The impact of oil prices on transport costs; the latest goings-on in the Scottish Parliament. Things he needed to know in his professional life. He got so absorbed that he wasn't aware of her till she sat down beside him and his head jerked up from the paper.

'Sorry,' he smiled. 'How are you feeling now?'

'I'd feel better if I had a drink in front of me,' she said, 'but otherwise I'm great. I was SO hot and sticky! Much better now.' He bit back a response and went to fetch her a drink, gazing at her as he stood at the bar. She was in jeans now, he noticed with a twinge of regret, and a slinky top which left no doubt about the shape of her tits. Jesus, how she was gorgeous!

'So,' as he brought the drinks over, 'what do you fancy to eat Elena?'

'I'm flexible,' she smiled: 'How about you choose? You know this city better than I do, I haven't been for ages. What do you want to eat Willie?'

'Umm...you mean, apart from you?'

'WILLIE!'

'OK, OK!' But he didn't say he was joking. 'There's a nice place in the Merchant City I found for my daughter's graduation: Mao. It's kind of crossover Chinese and a lot of other things, and it's very good. How does that sound?'

'Mmm, sounds fine. And I'm very hungry now!' She drained her glass. 'So what are you waiting for?'

He stood and drew her up, brought her to him to kiss her gently. She smelled and felt like heaven as her delicious body pressed willingly into him for the briefest touch. 'Let's get a fastblack: it's not far but it's still pouring.' He led her out to hail a passing cab.

*****

'You know Elena,' he said as they began eating, 'You are an even more attractive woman than I ever imagined when we were chatting online.' He stroked her knee briefly under the table. 'It just seems so natural being with you, I've completely lost all my self-consciousness.'

She said nothing, but raised a piece of ginger beef on chopsticks and lingered, mouth in a seductive 'O', before popping it in. She held his gaze as she chewed briefly, moved her foot under the table so her calf brushed his. 'Why thank you sir,' she breathed eventually. Her hand touched his knee at the hem of his kilt. 'I'm really enjoying being with you, Willie. I think I'd like to get to know you...better.'

A shiver ran down his spine: 'I'm so glad Elena,' he growled.

The ease between them was edged with a delicious tension now. They sipped wine as they ate and talked, hands touching from time to time as they reached for food. Each touch sent electric sparks down him in a way he couldn't remember since he was a shy trembling teenager. Another bottle of wine came and with each sip he felt his inhibitions slipping. She was giggling a lot now, and her flirtatious chat was increasingly innuendo-laden as the wine entered her bloodstream. His cock was hard as she fondled his knee, then her hand slipped up his thigh. She leaned forward so her fingers could reach further, till – ohhh – they closed around his erection. 'Just wanted to check you were OK,' she smiled. 'Glad you seem to be!'

He grunted involuntarily when he felt her fingers on him: 'Oh fuck, please stop Elena, I don't want to cum in my kilt,' he groaned.

'Mmm, that might be a waste,' she whispered, licking the fingers she had withdrawn. 'Let's get out of here.'

The rain had stopped when they stepped onto the wet street. He dragged her to a dark doorway and pressed her into a corner. Pulled her to him unceremoniously, stooped to ravish her pliant mouth, fingers on her soft breasts for the first time. 'You're a dirty wee tease, Elena,' he growled. His fingers slipped to her waist and he unpopped the top of her jeans, slid his hand down inside her lacy panties. She kissed him back hungrily, parted her legs to let his hand in, and his fingers slipped into her wet slit. She groaned as his fingers slid into her moistness and his mouth moved to lick and kiss below her ear. 'Tonight Elena, you are such a good girl that I need to fuck your brains out,' he grunted, fingers slithering in her. 'The only question is, do you want it here, or in your hotel room?'

She was breathing hard, but pushed him away so his fingers slipped from her cunt. 'Let's go back to the hotel,' she panted. 'But Willie, you can't fuck me, that is a no-no. I told you that already.' She smiled teasingly: 'But I'm sure we can find other ways of pleasuring each other.'

He looked into her glowing eyes, said nothing. Re-fastened her jeans and took her hand demurely. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion: if she didn't want to fuck, then why had she behaved so lewdly in the restaurant? Minutes later they were back at the hotel. He looked at her, nodded to the bar quizzically. She shook her head: 'I think I've had enough for now,' she smiled. 'Sometimes I can get a bit...outa control. As you now know. And I don't want that with you.'

He followed her to the lift. As she walked before him he just wanted to fuck her luscious ass right there, rip her jeans down and force himself on her, willing or not. But he bit back the unworthy thought and followed her into the lift. She turned to him as the doors slid shut, smiling ambivalently. He thought: OK, I'll follow her rules, see where they take us. He stood apart, not touching her as the lift swished them up.

*****

Inside her room, she turned to him: 'Kiss me please, Willie?' He moved his head and kissed her parted lips, but otherwise didn't touch her. He had no idea what was happening in her head, but her arms went round his neck and she deepened the kiss, and his arms involuntarily closed round her. 'Elena,' he whispered as they broke for air, 'what the fuck is going on? Just what do you want of me? You know I'm near exploding for you?'

'I told you the rules, Willie. No fucking. My rules and I'm sticking to them.'

He stood back and looked at her wonderingly. She had told him that, but... she'd also told him she liked to be dominated, and he wondered if this wasn't all part of some elaborate game. Wondered if she really expected him to take her, ostensibly against her will, to just fuck her into tomorrow as she screamed protests. But he had never been there in his life before, had never had sex on anything other than a totally consensual basis, and much as he wanted her, he couldn't bring himself to effectively rape her. He had seldom been so confused, and he needed a drink.

His eyes flitted round the room and found the mini-bar. 'I need a drink, Elena,' he said, moving to it. 'I don't suppose you want one?' She shook her head, watching him steadily as he extracted a couple of miniatures of whisky for an exorbitant price, and glugged the first one straight down. He knew that, apart from other calming properties, it would cool his libido a bit.

All the time her eyes were smiling at him quizzically. 'I said no fucking Willie. But I also said we could find other ways of pleasuring each other. Wouldn't you like to do that? She was standing pinching her nipple through the top.

His flame sparked again. He put down the empty Grouse and moved to her, kissed her mouth hard, aggressively. 'I need to eat your cunt out, you cocktease slut.' He moved to pull her top off and she raised her arms to help. 'Fuck, Elena, you have the most gorgeous tits,' and, unclipping her bra, he knelt before her.

He could see the wee pulses around her hard nipples and leaned in to suck and nibble each in turn. His fingers unfastened her jeans and he slid jeans and lacy panties off her legs. She parted her legs so he could see her glistening cuntlips, and with a grunt he rose and lifted her onto the bed. She lay watching, legs apart, as he carefully removed his shirt, kilt and stockings.

He could see her eyes were fastened on his cock as he stood lusting for her. 'Touch your cunt for me Elena,' he commanded. His cock quivered as she obediently drew her knees up and let her legs fall wide, and one hand moved to her cunt. Her fingers parted the labia wide so he could see all the beauty of her sex, and as her hand began to move, he too slowly began masturbating for her. Her eyes widened as his cock hardened and he sensed her breath quicken. Then it was too much and he had to taste her, bury himself in her scent.

He knelt at the foot of the bed and licked her feet, swallowing her toes. She had told him once that she wasn't much into foreplay, but he was going to tease hell out of her till she was screaming for his mouth. He spent a long time on each foot, licking every inch, before he started up her legs. She was touching herself again as his mouth moved wetly on her, and he felt her writhe slightly under her own touch. But he was going to take his time over this, though he could scent her arousal now as he neared her knees and his cock was twitching hard, needing her.

She was moaning gently as his tongue moved up her soft inner thighs, and oh-so-slowly into her groin. She removed her hand as his mouth moved round her outer labia, sucking, licking, kissing: 'Ohhh Elena, I can smell your sweet cunt now, my wee slut. You smell so delicious, my cock is aching for you...' But he didn't touch her core, just licked languidly round it till he looked up at her.

'Need to taste your ass now Elena,' he growled, and suddenly flipped her over. He grabbed a couple of pillows and lifted her hips to slide them under her, so her ass was raised for him. 'Pull your knees up and wide apart so I can eat you, slut,' he commanded. Slowly she did so and her rich ass rose before him. 'Now,' he grunted, 'Practice what you preach. Be a very good girl and pull your bum apart so Willie can see and taste you there.'

Her hands went to her ass and as she pulled the cheeks wide her wee star appeared. He licked down the crack, inhaling her dirty earthy aroma, and his tongue flicked round the star. He probed into it and felt her relax so his tongue could enter her there, and he fully savoured the anal taste and scent of her. He lingered awhile, tongue delving as deep as it could.

Her hand was sliding under her thigh to play with her cunt. 'Stop that, you dirty slut!' He slapped her ass hard and she jerked in surprise. 'The only way you're getting off tonight is if I allow you; if I make you. Do I need to tie your hands to stop you?'

She whimpered no.

'Good. Now get on your hands and knees, I need to feel your tits dangling, need to play with them.' This was an exercise in control now and he found to his surprise that he was really turned on by it. As she rose on her hands and knees he rubbed his aching cock in her asscrack and his hands moved forward to fondle her dangling tits. Fuck, this sweet slut was sex incarnate. He licked the back of her neck up into the hairline as his cock moved between her fleshy asscheeks and his fingers diddled her swinging tits, twisting and pulling the nipples now. 'How're you feeling?' he grunted.

She twisted her head round: 'Please Willie, eat my cunt out now, I need you so much...'

'I need you to suck my cock first, sweet slut.' He turned her over onto her back and crouched over her breasts, putting a pillow behind her head so his cock was jerking in her face. Her tongue reached out to touch him and he twitched hard. Christ, a bit more self-control here, Willie. He pressed forward and her full lips opened. She sucked him into her mouth and he gasped at the wonder of her, her intense effect on him. He started thrusting, just to make her work at it, but he didn't want to explode in her mouth. At least, not yet.

He withdrew and turned round. 'I really need to taste your sex now Elena. I've wanted to do this for months, imagined doing it so often when I've jerked off for you.' She moaned and spread her legs wide as he bent over her, his ass in her face now. He preferred to lick out a woman like this, rather than from between her legs. It was easier on his neck, and it allowed much fuller access. A pillow went under her ass.

'Mmm slut, you have such a pretty pussy.' His lips traced round her outer labia again, not touching her inner sensitivity. She was so engorged, both her outer and inner lips were puffed wide open like petals of an especially erotic orchid, and her clit was visible, peeking from beneath its protection. He moved a little so he could lick and bite at her soft inner thighs again and she moaned with a wee squirm.

'Fuck Elena, your cunt is just so gorgeous. You stink of sex, but I daren't taste you till I have myself under control. I've ejaculated at just the taste of a woman's cunt before and I don't want to do that right now. Be a darling and pinch my cock hard at the base, just to calm me down a wee bit. Please?'

'Promise you'll lick me out if I do that, Willie? Christ man, I can't take this teasing, I need to cum so fucking hard...'