Anal Fascination Pt. 02

"No Bob I am not sure, I am far from sure."

"Do you want to go back to the station?" He asked as he pulled into a car park cut into the forest and drove to the furthest corner from the road. He left the lights on and the engine running as he turned and looked at her. As always, his heart started to beat faster when he looked at her, but now given where they were, what they had done and what might be on the agenda it was racing and he seriously wondered whether this young lady might give him a heart attack, but thought to himself smiling 'What a way to go!'

Jayne was torn, but also excited. The mere thought of any form of intimacy with a man of his age had never entered her head. When she'd had conversations with other girls at uni about women who went with older men some had said things like:

"I couldn't bear an old guy to touch me."

"His skin will be thin and horrible to feel."

"What if he couldn't get it up?"

Others though, particularly those who'd been with older guys talked about their patience, skill, understanding and sexual expertise. One had even said. "Never mind the quantity, go for the quality.'

On top of her curiosity, she also really liked Bob. He was friendly, intelligent and witty. He treated her with respect and consideration and seemed to really fancy her, something that, quite naturally, appealed to her. She was sure that she would have little or no hesitation going out with him and probably to bed with him if he was more her age.

She looked into his eyes and smiling said. "In any case, I didn't fancy darts and beer tonight."

Bob cut the engine and turned the lights off. He leaned across the centre console and they kissed again. After ten minutes or so of increasingly arousing kissing for both of them they broke and he again cradled her head to his chest stroking her hair, neck and back. Jayne felt comfortable, wanted and very warm.

"You know Jayne, it must be thirty years, longer than you have been alive since I did this."

"What snogged in a car or kissed a girl?"

"You know what I mean, snogged in a car," he grinned.

"And do you know Bob it must be at least three months since I did it."

They both laughed.

"Have you got a boyfriend?"

"Sort of, but we don't date."

"What do you do then?" he asked stroking Jayne's arm.

"Well amongst the things I shouldn't tell you about we meet with our mates at the pub on Wednesdays and Sundays and play darts."

"That all?"

"Well we live in the same apartment block, he's upstairs that's how I met him."

"How long you been er, not dating then."

She smiled. "Oh, six weeks or so I guess, yes about the same time I met you," she replied running her hand up his chest outside his crisp white business shirt. Bob liked that, it felt good.

"So apart from him amazing you by his darts prowess what else do you do?"

Without thinking or realising the effect it might have on Bob, she almost instantly replied in the way she might to her girl mates at the pub or college. "We fuck quite a lot."

Although Bob was aware that younger people were far more open than his generation her reply surprised him. It also thrilled him, but he didn't know how to react or what to say.

"Sorry, perhaps I shouldn't have asked that."

"That's ok," she replied,

"That's fine, is it good?" Bob replied, quite pleased that she had taken the conversation onto a sexual topic.

"What the sex?"

"Yes, or the darts?" he said flashing the smile at Jayne that she found so appealing.

"I prefer the former, I'm no good at hitting the doubles."

"Why don't you date?"

"Why should we?"

"True, if you are both getting what you want out of the relationship, that's fine."

"We are, it's purely sexual," Jayne surprised him by saying as she slid her fingers slightly inside his shirt. As usual Bob had removed his tie and jacket when they got into the car.

He'd never been with anyone so frank and outright on such a topic and wasn't sure how to progress the conversation. He would have loved to say. 'Like another purely sexual one?' but refrained from doing so.

"So, he's not your car snogger then?" Bob asked running his hand right down her slim back almost onto her bum.

"No that was a guy I went out with for a while, he was married and his car was the only place we could be alone."

"What about your place in Bethnal Green?"

"I didn't have it then," Jayne replied unconsciously almost easing a button undone on his shirt.

"So, was that purely sexual too?"

"No, I really liked him and I think he did me, but it was hopeless," she replied liking the feel of his hands roaming over her body, carefully it seemed avoiding going near her breasts or bare legs.

"So, you broke up?"

"Yes," Jayne replied as Bob lifted her chin and they kissed again. As they broke, she slightly took the bull by the horns. "This bloody console and gear stick," she said as they looked at each other.

"Well in my days we always snogged on the back seat," Bob smiled.

Laughing back Jayne replied. "God, I thought you'd never ask."

As Bob transferred from the front to the back, he got the chance to adjust his erection that had got caught up in his shirt tail and boxers. It was a full on stiffy and that made him wonder if he would be making use of it, but rather doubted that full sex was on the agenda.

They'd been kissing for some time. Jayne was pushed back into the corner of the leather seat with Bob half lying on top and half beside her. He was more on the seat than her and felt scrunched up and uncomfortable making him think 'I'm too old for this sort of thing.' Then he felt her hand inside his shirt on his chest running across his nipples. Her touch was like an electric shock and suddenly he felt comfortable and young again. Her bare, tanned legs were stretched out before her, the ludicrously short skirt had ridden almost up to her crotch and she had pushed her shoes off so her feet were also bare. Looking down the amount of bare flesh was awesome and very arousing. Seeing that the hem of the skirt was almost at panty level he was so tempted, but managed to resist, for the time being that is!

Jayne's entire body was tingling with anticipation and pleasure as she felt his hand slide down her back round her waist and come to rest on her left hip. They were kissing deeply and Bob could no longer resist the temptation. He felt more confident once she had hinted about the back seat and her arms had gone round his neck. He slid his fingers slightly under the hem of the long-sleeved tee shirt and the tips of them found her bare flesh midway between the waist of her skirt and breasts. It was so smooth and soft and felt incredible. He gently rubbed her there with what he hoped was an enquiring gesture.

Although she had been anticipating it since they had got in the back, his touch on her bare skin was like an electric shock. Jayne realised this was another watershed in their relationship. Just like the first kiss last week, the repeat outside the station, her suggesting they go somewhere and her then intimating that they should get in the back were watersheds, each one of which they had successfully negotiated. But this was a more significant one, this was more overt, more intimate, erotic and sexual. This was the first real stage of them having sex. This was Bob asking if he could feel her tits. And that, as everyone knows is the prelude to feeling everything else. And if Jayne was really honest with herself, that was exactly what she wanted right at that moment.

She knew she could mumble no or take his hand and push it away. She knew equally well that if she did that he would go along with it and do as she asked. She also knew that she could also take his hand and place it on her breast, but that was too overt. So, she put the ball back in his court by doing nothing, but simply lying back, kissing him with one arm round his neck the other between them her hand inside his nearly unbuttoned shirt on his bare chest; a subliminal invitation, maybe?