Honeytrap

" Oh, coffee please, thank you."

His head was in turmoil his stomach in knots. After all these years dare he actually believe this was happening? Was that beautiful young ray of light really interested in him? He knew how she made him feel. How she made him happy and carefree. How just an evening of seeing the world described as seen through her honest , optimistic , eager eyes had made the years melt away . And the hole she left when she went. But what did she see in him? Kindness? Niceness? That wasn't going to woo anyone. Was it? And Carol. Let's not forget Carol.

Carl sat and considered his options. He could go home, back to Carol. Back to his cold house and his guilty conscience. He could listen to his wife make her wild allegations and feel his soul crumble under the weight of how he had made her.

He could stay an extra few days and go to a pleasant young man's wedding with an extraordinary young woman for company. It was stupid to assume anything else might come of that, but for just a few hours more he could bask in her sunshine . Afterwards she would be gone. Remembering how he had felt when she'd gone last night, the sudden emptiness. Utterly bereft. Imagine that only more so. Imagine letting her get further under the skin and then losing her forever.

Carl decided couldn't . He couldn't put himself through that. He couldn't leave his wife and without a future he couldn't dream of Evie in this way. The easiest thing would be to skip the final day of his conference and go home. Maybe Carol would be pleased , maybe they could start to re-build their lives together. Maybe. Carl went back to his room and packed. He went through all his motions on automatic. He handed in his key , paid the remainder of the room bill, jumped into a taxi and headed to the Euston. All the while a heavy stone sat on his chest and the brightest star in his firmament winked out.

Oh the way home Carl had stopped and got flowers. He was several hours early and knew Carol would be surprised, hopefully pleasantly so. He let himself in and made as little noise as possible. Creeping through the house he found no one on the ground floor and ascended the stairs. Puzzled he definitely heard voices coming from the master bedroom. It sounded like Carol and Sean were arguing, loudly and aggressively. Carl wouldn't have anyone speak to his wife like that and broke into a trot, to come to her rescue. Both of them were yelling and swearing and he stopped at the door. It was ajar and Carl saw inside. Carol was wearing a black latex body suit with holes for her breasts to poke through and to expose her pussy. Sean was wearing nothing but a studded collar and matching cuffs which were attached to the metal bedframe with hand cuffs. He was on all fours while Carol fucked him with a large black strap-on dildo. Kneeling in front of Sean, a third man of muscular build was masturbating onto Sean's face. In between obscenities Sean cried out for Carol to fuck his ass like the bitch she was and licked and sucked the third man's large cock. Carole was thrusting into Sean and something was evidently stimulating her pussy and clit because she was nearing orgasm herself. As the third man shot his load across Sean's face Sean lapped at it like a dog. He was furiously rubbing his own less inpressive hard on in time to Carol's pounding. She started to judder and shake uncontrollably. Grunts and groans were wrought from her throat. Sean came at in a huge puddle on the bed under him making a single high pitched screech . Carol withdrew from Sean with a load plop. She moved around to his face she licked the cum from his brow and cheeks. She kissed him deeply as her hand grasped his testicles and squeezed. Sean screeched again.

"Now get this mess cleaned up before my husband gets home, you filthy little whore."

Carl walked down the stairs and out the house. He knew he was never coming back. That was not the Carol he had met, fallen in love with, married and raised a family beside. That was someone he didn't know. He caught the next train to Euston and returned to the hotel. There were no single rooms available when he spoke to the reception. Carl imagined that was fate telling him to book a double, or better yet.

"Do you have a suite available?"

Carl knew that by now the wedding party would probably be at rehearsals. He had no idea where or what time they might finish. If he wanted to see Evie again he would either have to hang around the lobby till they got back or see if reception would tell him anything. For the first hour option one sufficed. Carl became increasingly impatient and agitated and eventually decided to try his luck with the receptionist. His initial enquiries were refused on client confidentiality. They did indeed know the party he referred to. No they couldn't give out information such as family names or likely venues. Yes they did understand Sir, but if he didn't know their full names they couldn't assume he was a close friend. Badgering the staff will result in the police being called and eviction from the hotel.

Carl gave up. Being thrown out was the worst possible outcome and he decided to wait it out in the bar. Nursing his Maker's Mark Carl stared glumly into the bottom of his glass. One of the junior staff on reception came up beside him.

"Are you Carl, Evie's friend?"

She spoke in hushed tones and was glancing round as if worried of being spotted away from the desk. This level clandestine behaviour amused Carl and with a slight laugh and a theatrical whisper replied.

"Am I! Does the goose fly East when the moon is full?"

Her face went scarlet, she looked totally confused and turned to go.

"Wait! Yes, I am Carl. Sorry, that was a silly joke. Was there something you wanted to tell me?"

The girl's expression softened and she looked genuinely relieved.

"She said to give you this"

Carl tore open the envelope and read the hand written note inside.

My very lovely new friend,

On the off chance that I just missed you earlier and you're still somewhere around the hotel we will be at Sacred Heart from 6:30 till 7:30 for wedding rehearsals then we're all going into China town for a meal. Nothing has been arranged so I can't say where exactly. My mobile number is below, send me a text or give me a call if you get this note. I'd love for you to join us before you head back.

Evie

Xxx

Several exchanged texts later and Carl is on the Tube headed for Leicester Square.

The evening passed in a blur. Evie's family were all as open and friendly and as accepting as she was. Evie's father, Billy, was a 5'6" cube. His handshake purposefully firm. Carl imagined how he must be feeling. He had a daughter not much older than Evie and if she ever introduced a man of his age...well!

Carl got a sense that if it made Evie happy it made her parents happy. There were hints and clues to suggest that their pairing hadn't been approved of. Eventually Carl discovered that Billy and Bernadette, came together at the heights of the troubles in Belfast. A catholic and a protestant: Billy had forsaken his faith and his family to be with the woman he loved but was never really accepted. The two young lovers had run away together, and never looked back.

Evie was wearing a dress and cardigan. The top was tight and her ample cleavage was again attracting Carls attention. Evie liked how he looked at her. There was lust sure, but there was something else. There was longing, desire, there was need. She wanted to encourage that. It felt nice to be needed. It felt really nice to be desired and being lusted after made her quite moist. She pushed her cleavage quite in his face and when she caught him looking from them to her face she gave him a wink. He started to stutter an apology but she hushed him with an immaculately manicured finger to the lips. She leant in so her mouth was by his ear. He inhaled her honeysuckle and cinnamon scent.

"They're G", she whispered.

His expression was one of confusion.

"My breasts. They're G cup . And my nipples are large and sensitive. If you were to put one in your mouth it would swell to fill it."

Carl groaned. She placed a hand on his thigh, obscured from view by the table cloth, and squeezed. Carl tried to cross his legs to hide his growing erection.

"Evie, we shouldn't. I'm married...ooooooh."

She scraped her red nails along his thigh and looked deep into his eyes.

"I know you're married Carl Foxton, I also know you could never be tempted to stray."

Ice ran through Carls veins. He should have trusted his instincts, she was just here to trick him. So why was she still running her hand over his thigh?

"You're one of those honey trap woman aren't you. You'll be telling my wife all about this I suppose."

Evie had a hand on both thighs now and her nails danced across his skin through the trousers. Despite his sinking heart his erection continued uncomfortably. He moved his legs apart to allow it to move and she placed a hand on it. He tried not to groan and was mostly successful.

"Shall we give your wife something to read about? Give me two minutes then follow me"

Evie got up and left the table heading towards the toilets. Carl's heart was thumping in his chest. How the people around him couldn't hear it he didn't know. His cock was so hard it ached and he was worried he might leak pre-cum through his trouser front. He tried to smile at Evie's future sister in law, feigning interest in her conversation but his head was full of desire and lust wanting to know what that vixen had planned. Time stretched out in front of him, that had to be two minutes!

As he left the main restaurant area a hand went out and grabbed his wrist, dragging him into a disabled toilet. Hands went around his neck and Evie pulled him in for a kiss. Instantly his mouth opened taking in her hot tongue. It poked and delved in his mouth and his poked and delved back.

Their lips mashed together is a strong carefree passion. Had their mouths not been otherwise engaged they would both have been panting. Evie pressed herself against his front. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and she rubbed her groin against his hard on. Grabbing both his hands she put one on either of her ass cheeks. On queue he pulled her closer and rubbed back. Carl throbbed in his pants, he was so aroused now he knew he couldn't last long. Images from his home this afternoon seeped into his mind, as much as he hated them he couldn't deny they excited him. But they didn't excite as much as this young woman, and fuck it! Yeah fuck it Carol! If she could do that he damn sure I can do this!

Evie broke this kiss and lowered herself to her knees. Keeping eye contact she peered up at Carl and slowly pulled down his zip before removing his cock from his trousers. She licked the underside and gently gripped the head between her teeth. A chuckle rumbled as she saw his in-take of breath. She took the whole of the head in and sucked. Carl gurgled with pleasure. She sucked hard just on the head and ran her tongue over it. Carl stiffened, not just his cock, his whole body went rigid and he started to go up on tip toe. Evie knew what this meant and started to frantically bob her head taking in as much penis as she could. She wanted to bring him off quickly.

"Gggggnnn"

Through gritted teeth Carl was conscious of not letting the whole of Chinatown know he was in the middle of an incredible orgasm. Evie sucked and sucked until nothing more came out and Carl pulled his sensitive cock away from her hungry mouth.

Evie stood and reapplied her lipstick and straightened her hair in the mirror. Before she opened the door she turned to Carl.

"Give me a couple of minutes then follow me. And smarten yourself up you scruffy bugger!"

With a wink she was gone.

In the mirror Carl saw his mouth was smeared red with her lipstick and looking down he saw the same on his cock. He washed his face clean but left his cock, he liked the reminder. Straightening his collar he made his way back to the table.

Carl had to know one thing.

"Are you going to tell my wife about that? I'll be honest I don't care anymore. I couldn't begin to explain the debauchery I've witnessed at her hand. It will hurt me financially but I intend to divorce her anyway."

Evie tried not to smile, it's not nice to be happy at someone's divorce. But her eyes sparkled with excitement at the news.

"I never was. I worked for that agency for a while two years ago. I came over and did a temp job. I was a secretary and typed up your report. I must've typed up dozens during that 6 months but yours stood out. Most men couldn't wait to jump our girls the moment they moved in, but you; you were a decent loving husband. You were away from home, off the leash, but you remained faithful and loyal. Like I said when we met I know you're a good kind man. I used to read through what the agent had written about you and dream that one day I would have a man like you. There a photo in your file , so our girls could find you. .."

Evie paused; she blushed and looked at her hands.

"I used to sit and look at it. Once or twice I kissed it."

Carl didn't know how to reach. This was lovely and sort of creepy.

"Are you saying you stalked me to this conference, this hotel?"

"No! God no, I couldn't do that! How am I supposed to get my brother to hold his wedding reception here? God that would be manipulative beyond belief. Do you believe in fate Carl? Or just serendipity? A happy accident or meant to be? I don't know which but when I saw you in the hotel bar last night I knew it was you. I tried not to stare but couldn't stop myself. And when you were back there later I knew I had to try. I had to make contact."

The meal was over and the other members of the party started getting restless. After a brief discussion the bill was divided up equally amongst everyone but the future bride and groom. As they left the restaurant a couple of younger cousins headed off towards Soho but the rest all made their way back to the hotel. Tomorrow was the big day and clambering into three cabs they made their merry way. Carl couldn't remember the last time he had been with such a happy friendly group. There were rounds of Danny Boy, and even a rendition of Whiskey in the Jar.

At the hotel Evie was being somewhat monopolised by her father. She knew he was trying to stop her going to bed with Carl. Not out of dislike for Carl, arrangements had been made, Will was alone in his room and Evie and her soon to be sister-in-law, Charlotte, were sharing a double. Appearances had to maintained, if only for one night. She accepted his wishes graciously. Standing before Carl she held both his hands.

"I'd better be heading off to my bed, I look a sight If I don't get all my beauty sleep"

"You sure? I got a suite all to myself."

He hooked his thumb under the strap of imaginary braces cocked his head playfully. Evie laughed at his silliness comfortable in the knowledge he wouldn't be unpleasant in rejection.

"Well you be sure to keep it nice and warm for me."

With that she lent in and gave him a long lingering kiss on the lips. He tasted his cum on her lips and smelt it on her breath. He wanted to drag her off so badly but thought better of it.

The following morning Carl woke bright and early. His morning glory stood well to attention as his head filled with memories of Evie. A girl he had met only two days before, he was utterly infatuated by her. Her face, her hair, her curves, her smell, they all came together in one wonderful package he was greedy to have more of. Today her brother got married and from the ceremony through till the end of the reception she would be his companion. And afterwards...the thought of afterwards made a throb pulse through him. For now however she would be needed by her family. It was only right and proper he decided.

Someone knocked on his door, he grabbed a dressing gown and looked through the peep hole. It was Evie! He flung the door open and she pushed in passed him grinning naughtily.

"I only have a minute, literally, I'm supposed to be on an errand about the flowers."

She kissed him passionately and pressed her body against his. His erection was evident through the dressing gown and she gasped.

"What have you been up to you naughty boy?!"

"Thinking about you."

"That's just from thinking?"

She wanted to play desperately but knew her time was limited. She made a sulky mmmmmmmm noise.

"I want to stay and play but I can't! Anyway I had an idea. Tonight I'm supposed to swap rooms with Will so he can be with his new bride but I've been thinking; It would be a really nice gesture if you donated your suite them on their wedding night. Then I could stay in the double I've shared with Charlotte and, well it would be churlish to make you stay in a pokey old single room after giving up this!"

She indicated the expansive suite with outstretched arms twirling around . She bit her lip coquettishly and raised an eye.

" 'Course then you might have to put up with my snoring."

Carl was as aroused as he had ever been. Her presence, her words, her expression, and now her promise to spend the night with him.

"Oh God yeah. Yeah let's do that. Please."

"I hoped you'd agree. I've already told Charlotte."

She kissed him again, ran her hand over his cock and gave it a quick squeeze, mmmmm'd a bit more turned and left.

Carl was left throbbing, his heart racing, looking at the space she'd just vacated. It was no good he was going to have to do something about it. Stepping into the shower he thoroughly soaped himself all over and rubbed his achingly hard erection. He ran a little movie through his head, it was Evie taking him into her mouth and smiling up him. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him and her fingernails were gently running over his scrotum an along his length. Her breasts were suddenly exposed, large hard nipples like she'd described. She took his cock from her mouth and rubbed his length.

"Cum for me Carl. Cum on my tits, coat me with your wonderful sticky sperm!"

It felt like his legs would go from under him and he staggered slightly . His ejaculate reached half way up the wall and three, four loads pumped out of him. He stood panting, one hand against the wall. When he felt steadier he finished cleaning himself and rinsed off the wall.

Having spent the morning kicking his heels Carl decided he was as scrubbed up as he'd ever be and made his way to the hotel reception to wait for the wedding party to muster. He was reading a paper and people watching. He heard the click clack of heels on tile and turned to look. There in a red polka dot 1940's style dress with gathered waist and flared skirt was Evie. The skirt came to just below knee level and showed a shapely calf emphasised by the matching red stilettos , and the gathered waist and flared skirt showed off her ample bosom and deep cleavage to perfection. Her hair and make-up were similarly vintage , a pinned bob made the most of her elfin features and the red lipstick and nails and black eyeliner completed the look. She saw him looking and ran over as well as her footware would allow.

"OK?"

She asked, teetering another twirl.

"Perfect, just perfect."

Carl remembered to close his mouth. He could not imagine a more attractive sight that which stood before him right now.

"Good, I was going for perfect! You don't scrub up too bad yourself."

She took him by the hand and led him out.

The ceremony went without a hitch, there were tears and smiles and hugs and handshakes and backslaps and kisses. Spots of rain brought the photos outside the church to a premature close and a 1958 Mk II jaguar drove the newlyweds back to the hotel for the reception.

During the lull Carl gave Evie a serious look.