An Engineer's Tale

Let me introduce myself, John, 30, an average looking man, if rather on the short side, standing at only 5ft 4. Not particularly good looking but also not repulsive, as I said just average. Leaving school at 16, I became an engineering apprentice with a large international company, who specialised in manufacturing equipment for use in the food industry. I worked hard and now hold the post of a Senior Commissioning Engineer, a posh term for someone who has to correct others mistakes. I own a small flat in my home town, but rarely get to spend time there, as I spend most of my time visiting different factories, in different towns. I consider my home to be a suitcase and whatever hotel I am staying at, as my job entails me staying away, days, weeks and even months at a time. Because of this nomadic lifestyle, a long standing relationship with a woman is impossible. It was also true to say that finding a woman to have sex with, was difficult, not many want a shag with a man who has to leave half way through the night, to head off to pastures new, some do, most don't. I resigned myself to self relief and much to my shame, prostitutes.

However, a chance meeting in a hotel bar one night, was about to change that. It was Friday night and I had just finished this assignment, my next port of call was about a 100 miles North of where I am now, the thought of driving the 200 odd miles back to my flat, then having to travel back further early Monday morning, just didn't appeal to me, so I stayed at the hotel. It had a good bar and served decent food, besides the company was paying. I sat at the bar, enjoying a post meal drink, watching a football match on the big screen, pondering if I should go into town and see if I can find a woman of easy virtue, when I felt the presence of someone sitting on the stool next to me. A quick glance told me it was an older lady, I turned back to the TV, when she said,

"Aren't you going to say hello then, John?"

I turned and blankly looked at her, she obviously knew me, but I had no idea who she was. She just laughed at me,

"If I had my white coat, hair net and mop cap on, would you know who I am?"

"Bloody hell, JANET!" I exclaimed.

The places I work, have strict codes of dress for hygiene purposes, one person fades into another and when you see them in normal clothing, they are barely recognisable.

"I'm sorry, it's just you look so different!" I told her.

"In a good way I hope." She giggled.

In a very good way I thought to myself, for an older woman, she was very attractive, curves in all the right places. I offered her a drink, which she declined, as she was meeting someone. We chatted about work, something I hated doing in my free time, but her enthusiasm and excitement about operating the new machine, was so intense, I found myself enjoying the conversation. As we talked she constantly checked her phone, looked towards the door. After about a hour, she sighed,

"Oh well, another no show, a time waster."

A sad look fell upon her face, her eyes filled, her voice stuttered,

"Thanks for the chat, I better get going." She murmured.

I put my hand on hers, felt it shake,

"How about that drink now?" I asked.

She nodded, I bought a bottle of wine, two glasses and pointed to a table in the corner,

"We can talk in private over there."

I poured her a large glass and asked,

"Do you want to tell Uncle John all about it?"

She almost spat her wine out,

"Uncle John, what's that all about?" She enquired.

"I answer so many questions and solve problems, the boys have nicknamed me "Uncle John, the Agony Aunt." I replied.

To prove the point I showed her the messages on my works phone, all started with,

"Uncle John."

With still glazed eyes, she said,

"I don't even think Uncle John could help me."

"Why not try me, you never know."

She looked a me, wondering if she could.

"A problem shared, is a problem halved. I'll be gone on Monday, you'll probably never see me again, so whatever you say, will soon be a distant memory."

In a quiet almost inaudible voice she began to speak,

"I lost my husband in a car crash nearly 10 years ago, I grieved badly for him, still do, I piled on some weight and lost my self confidence, preferring to immerse myself in work, shying away from any social interaction. My friend tried her best, introducing me to some of her friends, but it wasn't for me, I felt I could not open up about my feelings."

I took her hand in mine, squeezing it gently, I knew how she felt, having lost my big sister in similar circumstances, there's a pain that never goes away. She continued,

"Whilst chatting online one day, an advert popped up, "WIDOWS AND WIDOWERS." A place claiming to offer friendship and chat to those, who like me found themselves alone. At first I chatted to women only, I gained some confidence and opened my circle of friends to men. I would spend hours online chatting, paying every month for unlimited messages. Some were genuine, asking only for friendship and talk, others like him tonight, would arrange a meet and not bother to turn up, those that kept a date thought that just by turning up, they could get in my panties. This was my last attempt, I'm finished with it now."

Tears began to run down her face, I wiped away one, then another.

"Sorry you don't want to hear my problems, I better go." She mumbled.

She started to get up, but I put my hand on her thigh holding her in place, I turned to face her, put my fingers to my temples, closed my eyes and chanted some gobbledygook. In a mystic voice, which in reality sounded like Miss Piggy on helium, said to her,

"Uncle John, sees all, knows all, you have made good friends, those who failed to turn up, are FOOLS! As for those who wanted to bed you, who can blame them."

"You twat." She joked at me.

We finished the wine and ordered a coffee,

"Janet, what are you doing tomorrow?" I asked.

"I have to go shopping in the morning, but then nothing, why?"

"I just wondered, as I'm alone in a strange town, whether you fancy meeting for lunch, take in a film and after enjoy a few drinks."

"I don't know, I've been there before and ended up getting hurt."

"Look I'm not going to stand you up, nor try and get your knickers off, like you, company means a lot to me."

"Are you sure you don't mind being seen with an old woman like me?" She asked.

"Positive."

Arrangements made I waited outside with her, awaiting the arrival of her taxi, it was chilly so I placed my coat around her shoulders, rubbing her arms to keep her warm. The cab pulled up and I went to give her a peck on the cheek to say goodnight, at the last moment she turned her head and our lips met.

"See you tomorrow." She said, a broad grin on her face.

The following day I arrived at the appointed venue early, purchased two drinks and awaited her arrival, the agreed meeting time passed and she was a no show, 10, 15, 20 minutes elapsed and still no sign of her, after 45 minutes I gave up all hope of her coming and was just about to leave when she appeared. She sat on the table, made no apology as to her late arrival, instead reached into her handbag and retrieved a note book and pen,

"1 tick followed by 3 stars." She told me.

I looked confused, wondering what this was all about, but she had arrived and I was looking forward to spending some time with her. We ordered food, discussed what film we should see, her choice, was not my idea of fun, but I agreed,

"I love your new hair cut, it enhances your features." I told her.

Out came her note book again,

"1 tick and another 2 stars." She commented.

I held the door open for her as we left the restaurant and held her hand as we made our way through the crowds of shoppers. Protecting her from getting buffeted from the throngs, headed in the other direction. As we visited the cinema for the early evening showing, I was able to purchase tickets for the executive seats, those that allowed plenty of leg room and an uninterrupted view of the screen, however tall the person in front of us was. I bought the largest bucket of popcorn, her choice of flavour, before taking our seat. Again the notebook came out,

"1 tick, 1 star, unfortunately 1 cross." She told me.

I was still oblivious as to what she was doing but let her continue. The movie started and within 5 minutes, I knew I would hate it, but I feigned interest. Our hands touched whilst reaching into the bucket of popcorn, I had the feeling hers lingered longer than they should. Movie over, she took her book out again,

"2 stars, 1 cross." She said to me.

What game was she playing? I thought myself. As we walked away from the cinema, heading to a bar she slipped her arm through mine, moving closer to me,

"I fancy a cocktail, will you buy me one?" She asked

"Whatever you want, it's yours." I replied.

"You pick."

I studied the list and one stood out, it was called a "Vertical Expression Of Horizontal Desire". She looked a me and smiled. We found a table, she sat beside me, holding my hand.

"Have you been marking me?" I asked.

"Yes, sorry." She replied.

"How did I do?"

"So far passing with flying colours, but there is still time to fail."

"Do tell."

"Okay you got your first tick by turning up, not leaving me looking silly, 1st star was for being early, you see I was already there, hidden, watching you, the 2nd for having a drink ready for me and the 3rd, never looking at the clock, just the door when I was late."

I gave a little laugh,

"What about the next entry?" I enquired.

"Well I chose a film which you would hate, but you did not object, you noticed my hair, which had only been slightly cut and you made a comment about it enhancing my features."

"Carry on. I want to know what the crosses meant." I told her.

"One was for touching my arse and the other was for not putting your arm around me in the cinema."

I protested,

"I didn't grope you and as for putting my arm around you, I wanted to, but was unsure."

"I pushed back at you as we climbed he stairs, pushing my bum against your hand, you didn't take the hint and pulled away." She retorted.

She gave my hand a great big squeeze and whispered,

"Are you ready for the make or break question?"

"I suppose." I replied.

"Would you like to get into my panties?" She asked.

A catch 22 question, which ever way I answered, I could be wrong, I hesitated, thinking of a suitable answer, before she interjected,

"Uncle John, for someone who is used to answering questions, you don't listen to them very well, do you?" She giggled.

I looked in her deep blue eyes, not really following what she said. Leaning close she whispered in my ear,

"I asked would you like to, not do you want to, there's a big difference."

"Yes, I would, very much so." I whispered back.

"Sorry sweetheart, but you cant."

Either I misunderstood her meaning or she was nothing but a prick teaser, I thought to myself. I was so wrong on both accounts, her head had been darting from side to side, looking around us, then without warning she took my hand and placed it under her skirt,

"Now you know why you can't get in them." She softly whispered

I certainly did, she wasn't wearing any, I felt the roughness of her stockings, then the soft flesh of her thighs above them, and where I expected to touch the the material of her panties, my fingers encountered the downy pubes that surrounded her pussy. We hadn't even kissed properly, yet here was I, touching her most intimate place, it radiated heat, felt moist, open and willing.

"Shall we go?" She asked.

"Where?" I answered.

"TO BED." Answering the question in a voice loud enough that others heard.

It was only a short walk back to my hotel but it took an eternity to get there, we took a few steps, kissed, walked a little further, kissed again, at one time we stumbled into a shop doorway, I reached out to grab her, to prevent her falling, only to end up with a handful of her tit,

"Someone's eager." She joked

Before clamping her mouth to mine, her tongue forcing it's way between my lips. I had a good feel of her breasts whilst we tongue wrestled in the dark, they felt full and heavy and by the way they protruded through her blouse, I suspected they were topped with large nipples.

The door of the lift had barely closed when she began to open the buttons of her blouse, I nodded to her and indicated the black round orb attached to the ceiling,

"A camera." I whispered to her.

"So what, you never know we may end up on one of those naughty internet sites." She replied.

We were lucky that no-one else entered, her top was fully open by the time we reached my floor, the bra she wore was so sheer, it left little to the imagination. Fitting snugly, it supported her not too small orbs, her puckered areola and large nipples, clearly visible.

I heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down as I fumbled with the key to my room, there was no stopping this woman, she knew what she wanted, and wanted now. By the time she reached the bed, she was practically naked, she had kicked of her shoes, stepped out of her skirt, tossed away her blouse, all that remained was her black hold ups and bra, which she soon disposed of. Laying on the bed in just her nylons, she opened her legs wide, held her pussy lips apart,

"Well what are you waiting for? Come and fuck me." She commanded.

There was to be no foreplay, Janet just wanted my cock, and she was about to get it. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, lifted and parted her legs, placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her cunt.

"DO IT." She barked at me.

She let out a guttural scream, when I rammed my cock inside her, so hard my balls bounced off her arse,

"You wanted it? Now you're going to get it." I told her.

Her arse came off the bed, her tits swung wildly, I was releasing weeks of frustration upon her and she was loving it. She wrapped her legs around my back, her arms around my neck, lifting most of her body off the bed, I pounded her hard and fast. I branded her neck, her shoulder and even her tits, my sweat dripped, running between her tits, pooling in her naval. She was grunting and groaning,

"THAT'S IT BOY, RIP MY CUNT APART...FUCK IT HARDER...COME ON HARDER!!!!!" She was yelling.

Our first fuck was brutal, animalistic, sometimes bordering on the violent, she implored me to slap her tits, pull her nipples, bite her more. Her nails dragged down my back, inflicting pain, drawing blood, months of mutual frustration, now being released. Her head thrashed, her eyes rolled, each of my thrusts, being met with a large squirt of her cum, it covered my cock, sprayed my balls, drenched the sheets, as naked flesh collided together, I pulled out, flipped her over, so she lay face down upon the bed, from behind, I rutted her like a dog in heat,

"SPANK IT." She spat out,

Her arse wobbled wildly, as my hand crashed down upon it, red wields soon appeared on the tender flesh,

"Punish your whore, she's been so FUCKING BAD!!! She's been stuffing her fingers up her cunt, thinking of your cock"

I grabbed her hips and rammed her harder, my hips crashing into her with every thrust, Janet was not afraid to let the guests in the adjoining rooms know she was enjoying herself, her voice must have boomed through the thin walls,

"I'M CUMMING!!! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!! She was yelling.

She was so wet, the squelching sound made by her pussy was almost as loud as her voice,

"YES..YES...ALMOST THERE, FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR SPUNK, I KNOW YOU WANT TO."

I had been trying to hold back, but the way she was fucking me, slamming her arse back against me. I knew it was impossible. I held her tight as my cock exploded, shooting stream after stream of my sticky hot cum, deep inside her pussy. She yelled out in ecstasy, before letting her own orgasm rip through her. I have had a few women squirt with me, but nothing like this, the force of her ejaculation, took me totally by surprise. I had opened the flood gates, her juices gushed forth from between her legs, she gripped the sheets tight as her body convulsed. Her yells had turned to sobs of pleasure, I watched her pussy expand and contract, each time releasing a fresh torrent of love honey, I was totally drenched.

She lay on the bed recovering for a few minutes, before getting up, making her way to the mirror. She examined her neck, shoulders and breasts, running her fingers over the bright purple marks I had left her, she turned slightly, viewing her arse, still red, evidence of my fingers marks very prominent.

"You fucking animal, but fuck I needed that." She laughed.

"So did I." I replied.

She calmly dressed, tidied her hair, before heading to the door.

"Walk of shame time!" She said.

I was about to ask her to spend the night, we she spoke,

"I'll see you next time you're in town."

"That may be a long time yet." I replied.

"I doubt that, I'm certain that there will be teething problems with the new machine." She joked, giving me a wink, before closing the door behind her.