A Lifetime Romance Bk. 02 Pt. 01

The single guy was eyeing Janey speculatively, when one of the businessmen surprised both him and me by ordering a rum and coke and strolling down to the end of the bar.

He offered Janey a refill and sat down next to her. She smiled at him with her eyes and downed that one too. Things were getting more interesting.

They talked conversationally, he was obviously introducing himself and she was conveying her role of "housewife who doesn't want to talk about it." Her performance as a "woman in conflict" was worthy of a veteran of the Royal Shakespeare.

At that point single guy couldn't stand it any longer. He ALSO ordered a rum and coke and wandered down to her. He offered it to her. Then he stood and leaned on the end of the bar on Janey's other side.

There are normally two motives for guys who approach women in bars. One type just wants the game of interacting with a desirable woman in a public setting. All they are really getting is the thrill of the hunt and they normally achieve that goal just by making the woman interested in them.

Business man was good looking, charming and witty and if he left the place feeling like he had "bagged" Janey that way; that would feed his ego.

The second type of guy is a lot less complex and a lot more dangerous. They are purely looking to fuck somebody. Single guy had that written all over his face.

I saw the same introductory thing going back and forth between single guy and Janey and then she began to convey sexual availability with every fiber of her dramatic persona.

She started the touching and deep lingering looks that all women do when they are interested in more than just conversation. She was leaning back in her chair with those magnificent boobs pointing in the general direction of the ceiling and crossing and uncrossing her legs.

She looked restless and horny, which she probably actually was.

She was also doing drunken pretty well, which I hoped was just acting. She had had four rum and cokes in about 20 minutes after all.

Normally I give her plenty of time to toy with her prey but I was thinking I had better get closer to the action. So I strode up to a seat at the bar between the business guy and the two women and ordered a pint.

As I came up I saw single guy slip his arm around her shoulder and pull her to him in a hug. She went along with it like she was beginning to feel the liquor, giving his arm a full boob rub with her right tit and then pressing it into his side.

As I sat down he was commiserating with her about her husband's lack of attention to her.

That was the point where I discovered that she was holding up her end of the conversation in a perfect, unbreakable English accent.

That blew my mind. My little voice said with wonder, "She must have been conversing with those guys all along in their native tongue."

The little voice marveled, "Is there anything that this woman can't do?"

I covered for my surprise by looking speculatively at her as I sat down, like I was checking her out for the first time. The conclusion was that she was the most stunning creature who had ever sat on a bar stool.

And I thought to myself there is no way that anybody with half a brain cell would buy the story that this woman would be ignored by any male of the human species. That is unless they were trying to get into her pants, which single guy clearly had in mind.

He tried to kiss her but she turned her head at the last second as if to talk to business man, giving single guy a face full of hair. I thought to myself, "Still in total control."

The single guy was getting a little rough with attempting to get her exclusive attention and I might have stepped in at that point but the business guy was also feeling his aggressive male oats.

He pulled her by the arm out of single guy's grip to turn and face him. He had clearly decided to go the warm and sympathetic "good guy" route. He took both of her hands in his, while leaving the appearance that he was unaware that she was resting both of her boobs on the backs of them.

He talked to her in very sympathetic terms about his own wife and how he felt it was important for open and honest communication in a marriage. This was all going on while he was massaging her chest with the tops of his hands.

Janey pulled her hands away as if the conversation was embarrassing her, thereby removing his hands from her tits. Then she asked with a timorous, "But what can I do to make him want me?"

I could see that both businessman and single guy had some particular ideas about that. But at that point Janey announced that she had to go to the washroom.

She hopped off her stool and as she disappeared all three of us watched those marvelous hips twitch down the short hallway. We then turned to each other and we all exchanged meaningful glances.

Janey emerged a couple of minutes later and made her way back to the bar. She seemed to stumble, which is very unlike my cat-like wife, and then catch her balance by grabbing my arm and the bottom of my coat.

She said in a perfect south London accent, "Sorry, too much to drink."

I looked down and saw that she had covertly stuffed her black lace thong in my suit coat pocket. The Artful Dodger himself couldn't have done it any better.

I got an instant hard on at the thought of my gorgeous wife sitting there on a bar stool between two strange men with no underwear. The little voice in my head laughed and marveled, "That little Vixen!"

Janey said in a flustered voice, "You men have me all confused."

Then she then did the signal with her beautiful natural eyebrows. The signal said she had had enough.

I was just about to start the extraction process when the drunken woman, who was sitting next to me, decided it was time for me to notice HER. So she spilled a drink down my pants.

The flurry of apologies that followed took me out of the game for a minute and in that time single guy took the initiative with Janey.

Janey was still in character but she was looking a little nervous as he pulled her by the hand off of her stool and then marched her toward a table for a more "intimate" discussion.

While I was getting the soaked pants problem sorted out Janey found herself one-on-one in a booth with a guy who was clearly not going to take "no" for an answer.

Single guy had her in a clinch with his hand on her left boob about to try to kiss her again when businessman rode to her rescue by marching over and sitting down next to her on her other side.

That was a relief because I sensed that Janey was just about to break character. She has a wicked temper when she is being mauled, and it can get very painful for the person doing the mauling. So business man's actions probably saved single guy's life, or at least his manhood.

Meanwhile, I finally got most of the ice out of my underwear and finished wiping myself down. I then also walked over to the table and introduced myself as an American stringer who was covering the bar scene for the Sun. I figured sleazy tabloid might make an interesting angle for my approach.

Janey eyed me with horror and said, "Please don't tell anybody I was here. My husband will commit murder if he finds out."

Then I said, "Does your husband realize how beautiful and sexy you are?"

She dimpled nicely at me and said, "Why thank you kind sir." Businessman and single guy both were sending me "piss-off" vibes. So of course I pulled out a chair and sat down.

We eyed each other, each of us snorting and pawing the ground.

I decided it was time to cut to the chase so I said, "What a beautiful woman like you really needs is a good fucking from a REAL man."

She looked totally shocked and said with mock anger, "And what makes you think that you are man enough to provide that."

I said, "Come up to my room and I'll show you."

Both of the other men looked like they expected outrage. But instead she looked speculatively at me and said, "And what will I tell my husband?"

I said, "Where do you live?"

It was obvious she hadn't thought of that so I covered for her with, "What's the matter, afraid to tell us where you live?"

She said defiantly, "Near Croydon!"

I said, "How did you get here?"

She said, "I drove."

I said, "Call him and tell him that your car is broken down and you are stranded here for the night. Tell him you are going to get a hotel and you will be back in the morning."

Janey, still totally in character, said tremulously, "Will you be kind to me? I have never been with any other man but my husband?"

I thought that both single guy and businessman were going to pass out from sheer lust at THAT revelation. And the hard on her little piece of acting had given me was threatening to break my zipper

The people with businessman began to leave at that point and he excused himself with a cheery, "My associates are leaving and I must be off."

He could see that things were getting way too complicated, so discretion took the better part of valor.

Single guy was made of sterner stuff. He said, "My flat is around the corner, you can stay with me. I guarantee that you will have the fucking of your life."

Then he settled back smugly flexing his pecs and looked at her like her choice had been made for her.

She looked hesitant and said, "My husband is an important man and he has people everywhere. He might learn about this."

I said, "I'll pay for a dummy room for you as long as you come along with me right this second."

She chewed on her lip, anguish written on her face and then seemed to come to some deep personal decision.

She said, "I will come with you but I may not spend the night. I have a child."

Single guy looked like that was the last thing he expected. He slammed his hand down on the table in front of him. He looked angry. He said incredulously, "You would choose this old guy over me?"

She said suddenly very pointedly, "Yes, he looks like he can give me what I have to have and I am certain that you can't."

At that single guy stood up and stormed angrily out of the bar. Janey was deep in character and she actually looked appalled at single guy's violent reaction.

I was suffering from a case of advanced horniness and my only reaction was to think about how to get this beautiful English lady up to my "room."

~

Janey

We kissed on the elevator. Even though I was planning a night of passion it still felt like we were saying goodbye and I hate to say goodbye to him under any circumstances.

The elevator "binged" and I rearranged my dress, which had ridden up almost to my ass. Both of us stepped out as complete strangers and walked in different directions.

I could sense him looking longingly at me as I walked away and so I gave him the full swaying hips and twitching buns exhibition, just to remind him what he had.

It was raining out so I wanted to stay inside the hotel. I went into the restaurant and ordered Pernod, which is my favorite aperitif.

From my seat I saw Paul come back in from outside with a paper over his head. He was dressed in one of his "casual" Savile Row suits, light brown in color with a dark brown shirt and contrasting tie.

If I wasn't already married to him I would have skipped across the lobby and proposed marriage to him on the spot. He looked like he had just stepped off the cover of the "CIA Monthly", or whatever magazine they publish out there in Langley.

He disappeared into the bar. I took my time finishing my drink and thinking about my character for the night.

I wanted to be somebody different for him. When we actually met I was an experienced woman, free from any anxiety about the act of love. So what I decided I would be for the night was the exact opposite; a woman who had never had sex with anybody but her husband and was totally frightened of the act itself.

I would be hesitant, inexperienced, timid and shy, and frightened by the thought of letting myself go; basically everything I am not.

My character had dressed to go out on the town to prove to herself that she was still attractive to men. But since she had met and married her husband when she was a very young girl she had no experiences outside her house, especially with being picked up in bars.

Because I had to be local in order to sell the story I needed an English accent. One of my talents is mimicry so I decided that the long vowels, hard consonants and the dropped "tees" of a posh London accent would work best.

I confirmed that my accent was believable by practicing it on the waiter and the guy at the reception desk. Since the guy at reception had seen me check in as an American he was scratching his head about who I really was.

I walked timidly into the bar. The character was descending on me and Janey would soon become a scorned suburban housewife. But Janey DID take the time to get familiar with the situation before she departed.

Paul was sitting unobtrusively in the back of the bar, looking at me with wonder in his eyes. There were three of the classic English business types doing the usual male bonding ritual that all salesmen go through in bars.

Then there was my probable target for the night, the guy couldn't have been more silly and lecherous looking if he had been sitting there stroking a handlebar mustache.

Finally there were two women down the bar who had obviously been there for a while and who radiated availability to anybody with a reasonable offer and a dick.

I walked shyly up to the bartender and asked for a drink that a chaste suburban housewife would think was refined, like a rum and coke.

That got me looks from every one of the males. I don't know whether they had all noticed me come in but they were all noticing me now.

I slammed it, trying to get my courage up, and asked for another. The barkeep gave it to me and I took it to the end of the bar, radiating how uncomfortable the whole scene made me.

The two women ignored me but one of the salesmen at the end of the bar brought me a drink. He was there for some sort of sales meeting and he was very good looking and charming. We had a polite conversation along the lines of, "What is a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"

I told him that I usually didn't go outside the house, but I had just found out that my husband was having an affair and I HAD to get away. His look was sympathy overlaying lust.

We talked about how cruel unfaithful men could be. That was a line I knew he was spinning because he was wearing a wedding ring and he already had his hand lying casually on the top of my bare leg.

At that point the one who I expected to show up appeared with his offering. I hate rum and cokes but since I was in character I thanked him and pounded it to sustain my courage. He got the whole story while the sales guy sat listening. Sales guy had not bothered to remove his hand from my leg.

The younger guy put his arm around me as if to console me and I gave him a full boob job just to turn his temperature up.

The sales guy removed his hand from my leg long enough to pull me away from the younger guy and actually started bouncing my tits on the back of his hands while he held both of my hands in sympathy. In my role as timid suburban housewife I couldn't exactly call him out about what he was doing.

So as Paul appeared next to him, like an additional suitor, I excused myself to go to the ladies room. As soon as I got in there I held on to the partition between commodes and stripped my sexy black lace thong off and on the way back to my seat slipped them into Paul's pocket, just to say "hello."

I had reached the stage where I wanted Paul right then and there, preferably spread out on the bar. So I gave him the extraction signal, just as he was getting a crotch full of icy drink from the hussy sitting next to him.

It was a brutal maneuver but it got his attention. While he and the woman and the salesman were sorting that out the single guy grabbed my hand and walked me over to a dark booth where he proceeded to work over my left tit like he was trying to unscrew it.

Besides losing style points Janey was about to emerge and kick him in the balls. The sales guy came over just in time to prevent that from happening and sat down.

I went back into character looking totally embarrassed that I had let another man touch my bosom. Then Paul appeared and I could tell by the look in his eye that it was time to move to the next stage of our little game.

We quickly did the offer and hesitation, decision and acceptance thing that we have done many times before.

It was obvious that the single guy thought he was going to get fucked by me, and since he had generally pissed me off already I told him that I didn't think he was man enough to please me properly.

THAT got the angry reaction that I wanted.

But of course little miss innocent would be startled and appalled by the violence of his departure. So I sat there with my hand on my chest looking frightened. Paul stood and offered his hand saying, "Shall we go up to my room? We can discuss your marital problems in much greater depth there."

I was thinking," I'll show him depth, SNORT! The way I felt after dealing with those other two guys this is going to be one of the deepest experiences he has ever had."

~

Paul

She stayed in character all the way up to the room. Chatting with me in such an amazingly perfect upper class London accent that I was wondering if Janey had a twin over here and that I had accidently picked HER up.

She was also doing hesitant and frightened so convincingly that I was trying to figure out how to even approach her.

We stepped into the room and I flipped on the lamp in the corner, giving the room a soft amber glow. I drew the curtain over the window. Hyde Park was silent outside in the soft rain.

She was standing uncertainly in the middle of the room, like she didn't know what was going to happen next.

She is short but she is well muscled, lush and ripe figured. So she appears to be a very substantial woman.

I felt the same rush of pure desire that I felt when I first laid eyes on her twelve years ago. It was an uncanny job of acting. The way she was standing there so nervously I felt like I was seeing her for the first time.

I walked up to her and gazed into those fathomlessly deep eyes. Instead of the usual hunger they were full of childish innocence. I said, "Do we need to do this slowly?"

She said, "Please, I don't know how to start."

Okay, I can play that game. So I said, "May I kiss you?" My inner voice was saying, "It always pays to be polite."

She actually looked fearful, gulped and said, "Yes, but you are the first person besides my husband who I have kissed in twelve years, and I am afraid you will be disappointed."

I said, "Come here" and very gently placed my hands on her back. She timidly stepped forward into me and against my body. The feeling of her huge tits against my lower chest was suddenly new and wonderful.

My little voice was saying, "Aha, you've been taking things for granted."

I lowered my face to her lips and kissed her. She kissed me back chastely with her lips but that was all. I broke the kiss and she was looking at me wide-eyed, with a look in her eye like she had never been kissed before, and she had just discovered she liked it.

We were both standing in the middle of the room with me holding her, one hand lightly behind her back and one behind her lower waist, just above her huge round ass. I lowered my lips to hers one more time and just nibbled on her lips.

She began to breathe a little heavier. I flirted with her lips for a minute or two and then moved across her beautiful face to snack on an ear. She made a little sound and stepped the rest of the way forward plastering herself against me.