Debbie Gibson Ch. 04

"Bit over dressed aren't you," he said as he saw what she was wearing.

Her blouse was tight fitting and she'd left enough buttons undone to show some of her ample cleavage. Well it was a romantic weekend away and she was trying to entice her husband after all. For some reason it didn't cross her mind that maybe she should have covered up a bit more because of their host and his wandering eyes. Her skirt, which came down to her knees was also fairly tight especially across her ass cheeks. She'd finished off her ensemble with stockings and a court shoe with 4" heels.

"Well, you never take me out so I'm making the most of it," she smiled. She resisted the urge to add, 'someone has too even if you're not!'

They made their way downstairs and walked into the dining room. A waiter quickly appeared, fussily showing them to a table before seating them and handing them a menu each. He took their drinks order. Unsurprisingly Derek ordered a pint of beer whilst Debbie decided to go for a glass of red wine.

The waiter soon returned with the drinks and they ordered their food. He informed them that their meals would be with them in about ten to fifteen minutes. Debbie looked round as she took a sip from her glass. The room was empty apart from them and she suddenly had the feeling that no other hotel guests would be joining them tonight.

"I think we're they only ones staying here," she whispered to Derek.

"Yeah, I think you're right," Derek answered as he too looked round the empty dining room. He knocked back his pint of beer in one go before putting the empty glass down on the table.

He breathed out and smacked his lips together. "That was bloody lovely," he said. "In fact it was that good I think I'll have another. Now where's that waiter?" He looked over towards the bar motioning with his hand that he wanted another pint of beer.

Debbie wasn't happy. This didn't look good. If he continued to knock them back this quickly he'd be in no fit state to be the slightest bit romantic by the end of the evening.

As they waited for their food to arrive, Sid suddenly put in an appearance. He went over to them, the waiter following close behind with Derek's second pint.

"Ah, good evening Mr and Mrs Gibson, how are we tonight, settled in okay have we?" He knew they had as he'd already taken the opportunity to watch them on his hidden cameras, just to make sure they were working correctly. Unfortunately he'd only caught a brief glimpse of Debbie as she changed, his viewing pleasure interrupted by a problem in the kitchen.

"Very well thanks," Derek replied. "Tell me Sid, are we your only guests this weekend?"

"At the moment, yes you are," Sid said, "but that just means you'll get all of my best attention," He smirked as he glanced in Debbie's direction. "Although there will be other diners in the restaurant later."

As he chatted to them, Sid was leering down at Debbie. He was stood slightly to her side, so had the perfect view of her impressive cleavage. He was loving the way her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took.

Debbie had looked up and seen where he was looking. She shifted in her chair feeling uncomfortable under his stare. She could feel her breathing getting harder and knew it was causing her breasts to heave a bit more. Derek was oblivious to what was happening in front of him as Debbie felt Sid undress her with his eyes.

She took a big gulp of wine as she tried to look away but his eyes still held hers. She felt her face flush.

"I hope you don't mind me saying so but you look lovely tonight Mrs Gibson," Sid smirked.

"Oh please, call us Derek and Debbie," Derek said, much to Debbie's disgust. She suddenly felt she didn't want to be on first name terms with this man. "Of course she doesn't mind, she's a woman, they like to be told they look good all the time!"

She glowered at Derek, resisting the urge to kick him under the table. He really was insensitive at times. She was also mad with him as it appeared he was now giving Sid free rein to say anything he liked to her.

"I'm sure she does; look good all the time I mean..." Sid sneered as his eyes dropped once more down to ogle Debbie's large breasts.

They laughed together at Debbie's expense before their discussion moved onto football. She had absolutely no interest in the game so her mind wandered off onto other things. Unfortunately she could still feel Sid's eyes boring down on her all the time. She was jolted back to reality when she was suddenly aware that she had been asked a question.

"Debbie, Sid wants to know if you're a big football fan as well?" Derek said.

"Err... no I'm not," Debbie replied, "Why?" She looked quizzically over at Derek and realised she was about to regret that one stupid question.

"Sid's got two tickets for the United v City game tomorrow, which we can have," Derek replied hopefully, "and I was wondering if...?" he trailed off leaving the question unasked.

"What, you want to go to a football match... tomorrow... are you serious!" she exclaimed.

"But sweetheart, it's United v City. It's the biggest game of the year and it's a sell out and Sid's offering me these tickets. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, you don't mind do you...?"

"You know what," Debbie exploded, "just do what the hell you like!"

"Well I won't be gone long, will I Sid?" He looked up expectantly at Sid.

"Mmm... well... you'll have to be leaving here before twelve and you'll not be back much before eight o'clock, I would imagine," Sid offered.

"Well that's not so bad is it, we'll still have all day Sunday to do stuff that you want to do," Derek said hopefully.

"Fine, do what you want, I don't care," Debbie finished huffily, ending the conversation. She took a large gulp of her red wine.

Derek's response was to order himself anther pint of beer as well as a bottle of red wine. She frowned when he did that. There was never a good ending to a night when Derek mixed beer and wine.

When their meals arrived Sid left them to it but irritatingly kept returning to see if everything was alright. Was the food to their liking... did they want any more drinks, which Derek did... did they want to look at the dessert menu... which Derek did. He was most attentive. Each time he came to their table he leered at Debbie as his eyes roamed over her body and much to her disgust, even winked at her a couple of times.

Their meal over Derek and Debbie left the restaurant to return to their room.

Debbie knew she had Sid's eyes on her as they left the dining room and tried to appear unattractive to him but it was an impossible task. Wearing high heels and a tight skirt made it difficult to walk without her hips swaying and she could feel the fabric of her skirt pulling across her ass cheeks.

Sid lounged idly against the bar and made sure Debbie could see him watching her as she left.

"Fuck me," he breathed under his breath as he watched her leave. He was loving the sway of her hips and the way her ass cheeks were moving under the confines of her tight skirt. She might be carrying a few pounds too many but it doesn't matter he thought, it just gives her a fantastic shape. Big tits, great ass and lovely legs, a winning combination. He smirked to himself as his cock bulged.



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Saturday dawned with Derek rising early to make sure he had time to enjoy a leisurely full English breakfast before getting ready for his trip to the football match.

It had been a frosty night inside the bedroom. For Debbie the previous night had been a bust. When they'd arrived back to their room it was soon obvious that Derek was in no fit state to do much of anything except sleep. And that he did, snoring loudly for most of the night and valiantly resisting all her attempts to get him to turn on his side.

Debbie had decided that she wasn't going to create a scene because she didn't want to spoil their trip with arguments. Besides, she could go off and do things herself, the weather forecast wasn't too bad and there were plenty of walks nearby with wonderful scenery. Yes, she thought, today's going to be a good day. She was actually beginning to look forward to her husband not being there.

When it was time for Derek to leave, she said goodbye to him and watched as he climbed into the passenger seat of the car. As the car drove off, she became aware that someone had come up behind her. She turned, bumping straight into Sid who gave her body a quick scan up and down.

"Oh, you startled me," she blurted out, jumping back with the shock.

"Sorry my dear, I didn't mean to," he said speaking to her breasts.

Debbie could feel a hot flush building. Her stomach dropped as she had a sudden realisation.

"Err, weren't you... I mean... I thought you were going to the football as well," she stammered.

"Oh no, I can't abide football," he smiled.

"So who's that with my husband?" Debbie asked, his remark about football surprising her. He seemed to know a lot about it last night.

"That was young Billy, he's a big football fan, don't worry he'll look after your husband," Sid said.

Oh God, Debbie thought, "So who's here now?" she asked fearing the worst.

"Just you and me," Sid smirked, confirming Debbie's worst fears. "Just you and me. Don't worry, I'll look after you." He stared again at her large breasts.

Debbie's breath caught in her throat. But then, much to her surprise, Sid turned and walked off. She gratefully took the opportunity and ran back to her room and changed into her walking gear. Grabbing her rucksack out of her car she left on her walk.

The scenery was spectacular and Debbie was enjoying the walk immensely. She had noticed clouds beginning to build in the distance and prayed that they would blow away. No such luck. An hour or so later it started to rain lightly and when it became heavier and showed no sign of abating Debbie reluctantly returned to the lodge.

She crept into the building and got to her room without seeing Sid. Thank god for that small mercy she thought!

She stripped off her wet clothes and took a very hot shower, which went some way to revitalising her. After toweling herself dry she dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. Without thinking, she didn't bother putting on a bra.

As well as the usual requisite tea and coffee making facilities their suite also had a selection of books put there for guests to enjoy. It was a nice touch she thought, as she idly browsed through the titles. It became even better when much to her surprise she found a book written by her favourite author and one she hadn't read.

That was great news. She opened the bottle of complimentary red wine and poured herself a large glassful and settled down to read. She knew it was early to start drinking but what the hell!

An hour or so later and she realised that she had completely forgotten about lunch. She also realised that she had just about finished the bottle of wine.

Putting the book down she uncurled herself from her chair and unsteadily went over to the window to see if the bad weather had cleared away. Her head was spinning slightly as she climbed up to have a look outside. It was still raining although away in the distance she could just make out the first signs of blue sky peeking through the clouds.

She puffed out her cheeks and exhaled, trying hard to quell the growing feeling of nausea. I really do need some food inside me she thought.

As Debbie contemplated what she needed to eat; outside her room, Sid's hand was hovering over the door latch as he built up the nerve to enter. He knew once he opened the door there could be no going back.

He had seen a soaking wet Debbie return early from her walk and had rushed off to his room to activate the cameras. He was decidedly pissed off when the camera in the bathroom became so steamed up that he couldn't make out anything of interest. She clearly liked a very hot shower and the stupid bitch hadn't switched on the fan. He made a mental note to get that mistake rectified as soon as possible.

Distracted by an inconvenient phone call he also missed her exit from the bathroom back into the bedroom. By the time he'd got rid of the caller she was fully clothed although he could clearly see she was not wearing a bra. The picture quality was excellent and he was pleased that he had bought the most expensive piece of kit available.

However he'd seen enough to satisfy his initial urges and it was now a question of building up the nerve to do it. He gave himself a severe talking too. It was too good an opportunity to miss. It wasn't every day your wet dream landed in your lap.

Of course it could all go tits up but it was a risk he was willing to take. He had a sort of sixth sense when it came to women and he figured that he saw something in Debbie that meant she would succumb to him and that he would be successful.

He breathed deeply. Okay, it was time to put his plan into action. Not that it was much of a plan. All he had to do was go inside her room and assault her and hope she gave into his persistence rather than cry rape.

He pressed down on the latch. The clash of metal on metal seemed to reverberate down the corridor. Surely she must hear the noise? He paused. Nothing. No response. He took a deep breath trying to calm his ragged nerves.

He slowly pushed the door open. He could barely breathe as he crept into the room.

He quickly assessed the situation. She was kneeling on the window seat looking out. Her legs were slightly open and her ass was sticking up in the air and she was wiggling from side to side as she tried to get her knees comfortable on the soft seat cushion. She clearly hadn't heard him enter.

His cock pulsed and he nervously licked his lips. Fucking hell, what a sight. Her jeans were pulled so tight across her ass cheeks that he was sure he could see her panties.

He couldn't resist. He had to do it. He reached out his hands and touched her ass.

Debbie jolted forward from the sudden shock. Instantaneously her heart began to thump in her chest and she felt a hot flush course through her body.

And then she froze.

Sid didn't waste time. He felt the soft curve of her plump ass cheeks in his hand before he quickly slid it down the line of her ass crack, moving underneath and following the line of the seam to the front of her jeans.

Debbie remained frozen to the spot. It was surreal. It was like she couldn't make out what was happening. Part of her brain was screaming at her to do something... anything... but the drink befuddled part that controlled her body had seemingly switched off and was not responding.

Time seemed to stand still as Sid brought his other hand forward to grab a handful of one of her large breasts, which were hanging down invitingly. He squeezed it lovingly feeling his hand sink into her flesh.

"Oh fuuuck..." he moaned out loud.

That seemed to snap Debbie to her senses as she jumped up. "What the hell!" she screamed at Sid as she scrambled off the window seat. Her brain was fully in sync with her body now. Better late than never she supposed. Her head swam from the sudden movement and she felt decidedly sick.

Sid stared into her face not saying a word. Debbie could see the lust in his eyes. Her stomach churned as panic set in and another wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm her.

"What... what... do you think you're doing," she blurted out as she stood to face him. "Get out... get out of my room... now!"

Her chest was heaving as she breathed deeply. Sid looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard. And Debbie knew this. She could feel them rubbing and pushing against her tee shirt, getting bigger and ever more sensitive. Sid nervously licked his lips and reached out to touch them. She backed away as he slowly advanced towards her.

"What's the matter Mrs Gibson," Sid sneered, "Don't you like me looking at your big titties then?"

She swallowed hard, trying hard not to throw up. "Get away from me." she croaked. Apart from feeling sick she was now extremely frightened.

"Didn't seem to bother you much last night, did it! Showing me your big titties, your blouse unbuttoned so I could cop a good look! Huh... well?"

"I... I... didn't," she stammered, "I didn't... I... I..."

"Sure you did." Sid oozed contempt. "If you didn't like it you could have buttoned yourself up, now couldn't you? But you didn't... did you!"

He stepped nearer. "You wanted me to see your tits. You got a thrill from it didn't you!"

"No... I... I... didn't..." she blustered. She came to a sudden stop as she bumped up against the wall. She could go no further.

"You'd better get out now or I'll scream if you don't," she said managing to gather herself together. She put on her most serious expression and tried to stare him down.

His eyes were wild. At that moment she realised he had no intention of leaving. She felt her stomach lurch, churning over several times in spasm. This wasn't looking good. She was about to be sexually assaulted or even worse, raped. Her romantic trip away with her husband was rapidly turning into a nightmare.

"Go ahead," he finally replied with a sick grin on his face, "there's no-one here except you and me and no-one to hear you within five miles, so go ahead... scream!"

Sid closed the gap and pushed up against her body. She could feel his hot breath hitting her face in short wheezing gasps. She cringed and tried to make herself smaller, hunching her shoulders in a vain attempt to keep her body away from him. Unfortunately as her arms were down by her side all she did was force her breasts out towards him, making them look bigger and even more enticing. This was not the result she wanted to achieve.

Sid again stared into her eyes as he brought his hands up onto her breasts. She flinched as he finally touched her.

"Ooohh shit..." She trembled as he ran his fingers around them, over and over, tracing out their shape. He touched her erect, swollen red nipples, which were now as big as champagne corks and clearly visible through her tee shirt.

"Ohhh... please stop," Debbie whispered, "please... please don't... pleeaassee."

"What size are they?" Sid wheezed as he fondled and squeezed her breasts.

"38DD!" she blurted out. She felt her face turn bright red with embarrassment.

Sid leered into her face, his sick grin growing wider.

"Fucking impressive Mrs Gibson, very fucking impressive." He squeezed her breasts hard, rubbing his hands roughly over them, catching her nipples again.

"Oooohhhh fuuuck..." she moaned, as her eyes closed momentarily.

She seemed to be incapable of movement now, her legs seemingly frozen to the spot as Sid continued his assault on her massive tits.

He reached down and pulled her tee shirt free of her jeans. There was no resistance from Debbie as in one quick movement he lifted it over her head. Her breasts swung free with barely a hint of sag.

"No, please... please don't," she whimpered, her eyes filling with tears as he groped her breasts again.

Sid clearly mesmerised by her tits muttered to himself as he cupped and squeezed them together. "Oh fucking marvellous," he groaned slowly, "you've got great titties, there so big... so firm... so lovely." He pulled them together before he buried his face into her cleavage. He moved his face about, clearly luxuriating in the feel of her flesh around his face.

"Please... no, please... please stop," Debbie was breathing heavily now. She didn't want this but her body was just beginning to betray her.

There was no way Sid was going to stop. He carried on squeezing her breasts not realising that this virtually guaranteed him success. Debbie's biggest turn-on was to have her breasts man handled roughly, a turn-on which was even greater when she had been drinking.

As Sid sucked on her nipples, Debbie's body finally betrayed her completely, conceding defeat as she moaned out loud. As he continued, Debbie's hips gyrated as her pussy started to twitch.