The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zobyPAUL C©
Copyright 2004 by Paul C. All rights reserved.
Rubies are Red. Part 41.
I sat back in my chair in the restaurant and stifled a burp.
My meal of steak, mushrooms and baked potato with a side salad had been excellent. As had the peaches and ice cream I 'd had as dessert. I sipped at my coffee and looked around the room.
There were about twenty tables in the restaurant. Most sat four diners. I was on one of the tables set back in a corner that sat two. Only one table was unoccupied. There was only one other person dining alone. A man on the far side of the room. He was turned sideways on to me so I couldn't see him very clearly.
The atmosphere was getting cloudy with after dinner cigarette smoke. A group of four young men were beginning to get a little rowdy. For the second time in ten minutes they tried to break into song only to be stopped by one of the waiters. One of them was swearing at him.
Why did they have to come here? I'd been enjoying the evening up until then. At last I'd had a chance to sit quietly and think.
I wondered where Paul was. We hadn't heard any more from the American authorities since they told us they were safe in their care. I could imagine it would be difficult what with there being a civil war going on to pass too many messages. Anyway, Harve had the clout to get answers.
I was really looking forward to seeing Carole again. I hoped Howie was settling down to married life. I didn't think he'd realised how much it would change his life. I don't suppose it had had as much effect on Paul as we had been living together for over two years when we married.
I wondered how many times Steve would have Mandy. She wouldn't have any remnants of virginity left by the time he took her home. He didn't have the biggest prick in the world but he was very popular. I just didn't see in him what other girls did.
Ron. Now there was a big prick. I still couldn't get over how it had felt each time he fucked me. I had never been really filled before. Paul's prick was nice and it certainly did the job for me. But.
Oh no. They were starting again. It was time to leave. I waved my hand at my waiter and asked him for my bill. When it came I left enough money on the plate to cover it with a small tip and walked across to where my coat was hanging. I received a couple of whistles from the rowdy crowd and I heard one say that he'd 'like to give me one.'
The waiter helped me own with my coat and I stepped outside into the damp night air. I would be in New York this time the next day and then in Miami the day after, hopefully with Paul inside me.
I could feel myself getting excited. We hadn't been apart this long since we had split up that time and that Bastard Mike had got me drunk and fucked me. Fucked me twice in fact. I couldn't think what pleasure it would have given him. I'd just lain on the bed too drunk to move while he had had me. It had hurt Paul when he had found out. I knew that. I now I was risking hurting him again with Ron.
"How about it then, love?"
I'd been so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I hadn't heard them catching me. I looked around. The four men from the restaurant were close beside me. Too close.
One reached out and put his arm around my waist.
"Go away." I snapped, pushing at his arm. "Leave me alone. I'll scream."
"I don't think anybody will hear you around here." One face appeared in front of mine.
I could see the entrance to Paul's block of apartments on the next corner. It was only fifty yards away.
"Leave me alone." I repeated and pushed past them.
They closed around me again before I'd covered ten yards.
"Come on." One of them urged. "Just a little kiss each. No harm in that."
'Just a blowjob each and you could use our phone.' That was what old man Rogers had said. After I had done that for them they had still bent me over the table and the youngest son had tried to get his prick up my backside.
"No." I shouted.
I tried to push past but this time they didn't move aside. There were hands on my coat.
"Come on." Another voice said. "It won't hurt."
They had my hands and arms. One of them was unbuttoning my coat. There were three hands no four feeling my breasts.
"Stop it." I screamed. "Please stop it."
Suddenly I was thrown to the ground. There was a body on top of me. Two bodies. For a moment I couldn't breathe. Somebody was shouting and I could hear the sound of slapping. Somebody grunted. The bodies left mine and I looked into a strangers face as he helped me to my feet.
"Are you all right?" He asked.
I looked down. There were four bodies on the ground. They were all groaning.
"I am." I replied. "Thank you."
I took in a deep breath.
"I don't know what they would have done." I continued, my voice shaking.
"Let's go before they get up." He suggested.
He held me all the way back to the apartments.
"Are you sure you are alright?" He asked again as we stood in the foyer.
"I'm fine now." I assured him. "You were in the restaurant, weren't you?"
"Yes. I heard them talking." He smiled. He had a lovely smile. "Do you want me to come up with you? See you to your door?"
"No. I am all right. Honestly."
I stepped into the lift. The door closed before I could thank him again. I hadn't even asked him his name.
I pressed the stop button on the lift and then the door open one.
He was just opening the door to leave.
"I'm sorry." I called across to him.
He stopped and turned to face me.
"That's all right. It was nothing."
"Would you like a coffee? Or something? Please."
He looked at me and pulled the door closed.
"All right. I'd love one. Thank you."
I began shivering as the lift ascended to the second floor.
"Are you all right?" He asked.
"Must be reaction. After the event." I replied.
He placed his arm about my shoulders as he had when escorting me back to the building. It felt so comforting. So safe. I leaned my head against his.
He was still holding me as I turned my key in the lock.
I held Louise's body hard up against the trunk of a tree with my own as the bullets slashed through the undergrowth all around us. Three times the helicopter passed overhead. I could see its outline and hear its engine above us. Then the noise died away. Had they gone or were they waiting?
"What are we going to do?" Louise asked.
I could hear the fear in her voice. I didn't answer for a few seconds as I fought to control the same in mine.
"They are waiting for us." I managed to say in a fairly normal voice.
I was certain of that. But how long could they wait. I wish I knew more about them. I'd seen the type hundreds of times in television pictures from Vietnam. Now that war was over there must be thousands of them sold as war surplus.
"The lake and falls are that way." I pointed. "If we move slowly in that direction we should find the others eventually."
We started off trying to move without disturbing the undergrowth. Twice more the helicopter passed overhead and each time I pulled Louise to the ground and covered her body with my own.
"I hope the others don't see us like this." She said as I lifted my body from hers the second time. "They might think we're doing it."
I smiled, at her remarks and then at the thought. They would have seen us doing it if they had been around thirty minutes earlier. I didn't know why I'd had to have her then. It had been an over-whelming need. I just couldn't stop myself.
I wondered if the monkeys were discussing what they had seen between themselves. Perhaps they would start trying it face to face.
I could hear the rumbling of the falls ahead. It was getting louder with each step. My feet were getting wet.
I pulled my foot up and stepped back.
"This way." I said, squelching my way to the left.
We moved as quickly and as quietly as we could. The sound of the falls was getting less. We couldn't have far to go. The undergrowth was thicker here. I pushed through it and saw the trail in front of me. I looked up and listened. I couldn't see or hear the helicopter. We could risk it.
"Come on." I said to Louise as I pulled her through the undergrowth and onto the trail behind me. "Let's run."
Still holding her hand I started to jog towards where I hoped the lake was. She was running beside me. She stumbled twice and I stopped to help her to her feet. The trail was widening. I could see the plane ahead. Roddrego was sitting in the open doorway with his rifle in his hands. My grandfather was standing on the shore near where the rope securing the plane was tied.
"What took you?" He asked.
"They have a helicopter." I panted.
"They were shooting at us." Louise joined in.
"Yes. We heard that." He looked inside Louise's blouse at the fruits it contained then at her bra-covered breasts.
"It was all I could think of to use." She suddenly covered her chest with an arm.
"You've done very well." He smiled gently at her. "Can you make it to the plane?"
"Yes." Louise said wading out first knee, then waist, then breast high into the water.
"I'll go next." My grandfather said. "Release the plane then come out as quickly as you can. I'll start the engines."
I watched him wade out to the plane holding his rifle above his head. At the plane he helped Roddrego lift Louise into the plane then climbed in himself.
I heard the sound of the helicopter above and froze to the spot. It passed overhead and the sound receded into the distance. I reached up for the restraining rope as my grandfather started the engines. The helicopter was sure to notice that so I released the rope and leapt into the water swimming in a fast crawl to where the plane was bobbing up and down as grandfather fought to hold it against the pull of the falls. I reached up and grabbed the hands of Roddrego and Louise and scrambled up inside the plane.
I climbed the short ladder up to where my grandfather sat behind the piolots controls and sat in the co-pilots seat. "I'm glad you're here." He said, breathlessly. "It's hard to hold her. Not as young as I was. Out to the middle, turn and we'll fly out over the falls."
I kept my hand on the engine throttles as we began to move out into the middle of the lake.
"Faster." Grandfather urged. "They're coming."
He pointed to the end of the lake. I could see the helicopter turning towards us. We only had seconds. I turned the Catalina towards the falls, feeling the pull of the water and opened the throttles fully. We gathered speed. I could catch glimpses of the helicopter in the small rear view mirror above the cabin.
The falls were very close.
"Now." Grandfather shouted and I felt the control stick move.
I pulled back on the stick as well. The plane started to lift then dropped as we flew over the edge of the falls. For a few seconds I could see nothing because of all the spray around us then we were flying in bright sunshine.
Grandfather banked the plane sharply to the left then to the right. I saw the helicopter flash below us. Then we were diving down towards the river below picking up speed. I could see the helicopter turning in the mirror. It was following but getting smaller.
I looked at my grandfather. His face looked strained and there were beads of sweat on his brow.
"I'll take her." I shouted.
He nodded, released the controls and settled back in his seat.
I looked in the mirror again but could see nothing of the helicopter. The mine site passed on the right then the village. There was smoke rising from a number of buildings.
"Gain some altitude." Grandfather shouted. "Ten thousand at least for when we cross the mountain pass. We don't want them taking pot shots at us."
"Will they have more helicopters?" I asked. "Or planes."
"Neither side have much in the way of an air-force." He replied. "Mostly old fifties stock."
I looked around as I pulled back on the control column and we began to climb. Mostly fifties stock. Well I hoped we didn't meet any of it. It would still be more than a match for this old bus. It was built for long range cruising not dog fighting.
I could see the gap between the mountains ahead. The jungle below looked quiet. It was hard to believe there was a war going on.
"I'm afraid I don't know your name." I said as I spooned some instant coffee into a cup.
"Walter. I'm afraid." He replied. "Friends call me Walt. Walt Parsons."
"My names Jennifer. Jennifer Wagstaffe. Everyone calls me Jenny."
"Mrs Wagstaffe?" He asked looking at the rings on the third finger of my left hand.
"You weren't about to say you were sorry to say?" He joked.
Well I hoped he was joking.
"No. I'm married. Very happily married."
"Is he not in tonight?"
"No. He's out of the country. He'll be back next week."
"He's left you all alone in London."
"Not really. He left me with a friend in Bristol."
"It's a very long story."
"I've got time. Besides the coffee is still hot."
"Would you like to come into the lounge?"
"Where ever you want."
I carried my cup into the front room imagining his eyes were on my ass cheeks. Why had I invited him up? Why had I let him hold me? He probably thought I was going to let him fuck me. Well I'd already been fucked once that day and I certainly didn't need another.
I placed my cup on the large glass topped coffee table and waited for him. He walked past me and went straight to the piano standing in one corner of the room.
"Do you play?" He asked, sitting on the piano stool and placing his cup on one of the small round mats on the table behind it.
"No." I replied walking towards him. "It's my husbands."
"It's quite old."
"It was his great uncle's before him." I found myself explaining. "This used to be his apartment."
He was making himself too comfortable. Too at home. I suddenly wanted to get rid of him.
He was picking out the notes of a song. He could play.
"Do you like piano music?"
"My husband plays very well."
Was I consciously using 'my husband' as a defence?
He was playing a classical piece. I recognised it as one that Paul played sometimes. He didn't play it as well as Paul did. He was putting too much effort into it. Lifting his hands too far from the keys. I think he must be trying to impress me.
"Sit beside me." He urged.
"No." I said. "I'm all right here."
I placed my hand in front of my mouth.
He looked up from the keys and stopped playing.
"I'm very grateful for what you did but I'm flying to America in the morning and I must get some sleep."
He stood up and walked towards me. What was he going to do?
"If that's what you want."
"It is." I confirmed.
"Then I'll say goodnight." He leaned forward suddenly and kissed me on the cheek. Then he walked into the short hallway and took his coat from the hook.
"Perhaps I'll see you again one day."
"I don't think so." Best not leave him with any hope. "I usually only come up with my husband."
He opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. I saw his head start to move forward for another kiss and pulled back. There was hurt in his eyes.
"Goodbye Walt." I said and closed the door leaning with my back against it.
I wished my heart would stop pounding.