Penelope

'Shall we get into the back seat?' Johnnie suggested.

'No! What do you take me for? I must be going. I'll be late home and Charles will want to know where I've been.'

'Not even for five minutes?'

'No! Darling! I might not be able to control myself. And I must. Otherwise I lose my pride. Besides, five minutes isn't enough for us.'

'Some other time, perhaps?'

'Perhaps.'

They drove to Johnnie's in silence. Penny's mind was in a turmoil. This was a ridiculous situation. Other men she had fancied were easier to handle, somehow. She could control events. In this case, she felt less confident. There was something in Johnnie, some mysterious force, she found hard to resist.

Johnnie gave her a light kiss goodnight.

'Thanks for the lift.'

'Not at all. Thanks for the cuddle.'

'My pleasure. Goodnight.'

Penelope drove away full of regrets for having had stupid prudish feelings. An ideal opportunity lost.

But the next opportunity for Penny happened to come up that same week-end. One of the women in the gang was celebrating her birthday and there was to be a party. After a few drinks at the local, the group armed themselves with bottles of beer and wine. They descended on the hostess in a mood of gaiety. Penny was already there, having declined to go to the pub. Besides, she wanted to keep a clear head.

Having eaten a well-prepared light buffet supper, they sang, standing round the piano, talked together in corners, or sat in chairs, women on men's laps. Keith was on the piano, playing numbers from the shows they'd been involved in. Penny was feeling light-hearted after a few vodkas. She also felt wanton and naughty. Over the past few days Penny had thought of nothing else but Johnnie; remembering his kisses, his roaming fingers. She reached the decision to develop a plan to seduce him. His first encounter with her, she knew full well, would have made Johnnie rather more eager to flirt with her. He knew she was available. His appetite was whetted. Besides, she was aware that men rarely accepted defeat in the affairs of love quite so easily, particularly after one encounter. His interest in her was definitely aroused. He would try again. Since Penny had shown him her own inclinations, he would not be satisfied until he had become aquainted with her body in its entirety. Her plan was to tease him some more. She wanted to see him squirm with frustration. But, next time, she might let him go another next step and feel her.

The unmarried younger girl, Jaycee, was showing an interest in Johnnie. She was standing in the hall, arms round his neck, kissing him with passion and obvious arousal. Johnnie was enjoying the encounter, pressing his groin into hers, grinding them together. Penny watched from a distance with an air of grim determination. Was Johnnie deliberately goading her? She wondered. That young slip of a lass could easily be out-manoeuvred. Looking round, she noticed Charity under the stairs in the arms of one of the men. Her own husband was at the piano, talking enthusiastically with another of the women. Keith was no longer playing the piano which was replaced with soft music from a tape deck. Penny went up to Johnnie and caught hold of his wrist.

'Can I have a word with you,' she said with a smile, in a voice not to be argued with. She smiled sweetly at Jaycee, dragging him away from the surprised younger girl.

'Sorry,' Johnnie called back to his kissing partner. 'Thank you, Jaycee. We'll talk later.'

'Talk indeed. Come and sit with me.'

Penny pushed him into an arm-chair in the lounge, sitting over his lap, her bottom to the left of his thighs, one arm round his neck. The room was lit by three table lamps;

'I wanted to apologise to you for treating you the way I did the other night, darling. It was wrong of me to tease you like that, without a proper ending, so to speak. At least for you. Do you forgive me?'

'Sure.'

'Good! Then put your arms round me.' He did. Penny started to work on him.

'Have you thought about me since we last met?'

'Of nothing else,' he smiled. 'Your mystery remains in tact, but tantalising.'

Around the room, in a fine blue haze of cigarette smoke, other couples were in general conversation, many sat on the laps of others, arms round necks and waists. In the next room, through the double doors, one or two couples were dancing close together in the semi-dark. No doubt, hands straying into blouses.

'Good!' She gave him a squeeze.

Their attention was suddenly demanded from the others, so that Penny and Johnnie were drawn into the discussion and laughter.

Johnnie became aware of Penny's constant fidgeting. She squirmed on his lap. As she did, her thighs kneaded against his groin, tormenting his penis. The inevitable result was the thickening and lengthening of that muscle. He was sure that Penny would be aware of it's hardening, but couldn't be sure whether it was deliberate or not. When Penny leaned forward slightly, lifting her buttocks to readjust her position, Johnnie took the opportunity of adjusting the position of his hardening cock. A quick deft move, unseen by the others.

Smiling to herself, Penny was aware of his intentions, giving him time to complete the move. The lifting of her buttocks seemed to Johnnie a clear invitation to him to fondle her bottom. He would soon know. Without attracting any attention, he scooped his hand from behind, below Penelope's thigh, pushing the palm of his hand beneath the hem of her dress. Had he been sober, he would never have had the boldness to do such a thing. Drink had lowered his reticence. To his delight, bare flesh sat in his hand. As she spoke, Penny turned first to one couple, then another, engaged in deep discussion. As she did, she managed to wriggle her bottom in such a way as to allow Johnnie's prying fingers to ease their way beneath her thigh and into the cleft of her buttocks. Johnnie was flabbergasted and pleased with her response. There could be no doubt that Penny was engineering the whole thing. Jiggling her knees round as she joined in the discussion, the fingers were encouraged to find their way into the gusset of her French knickers. As the conversation developed into a heated argument, his fingers suddenly encountered the hairy folds of Penny's vulva, sticky and hot. The ice-maiden really had a fanny after all. Not the cool gash he imagined, with dry lips, but a hot, sticky fanny, with surrounding hair, ample folds of exciting flesh, oozing warm nectar. Johnnie could hardly believe this was happening. The thought of Penelope being warm and sexy was beyond comprehension. Yet, here he was, paddling his fingers in her juices. The knickers she was wearing were of the French type, with open gusset. He speculated whether or not it might be possible for him to release his cock and, without arousing suspicion, slip it into the waiting orifice of the ice-maiden's cunt. That would be an audacious master stroke! But too risky, he decided. Instead, he would work on her clitoris, tease her to a peak of frustration.

For Penny, the memory of the stranger in the Royal Albert Hall, the danger of discovery by others of her being felt all this time, added enormously to the thrill. She had never experienced such daring since that last night of the propms. Across the room, her husband was happily enjoying a joke, she mused, whilst Johnnie's wife was being felt up, barely six feet away. Penny felt brazen and reckless. By rocking back as she laughed out loud, with innocent enjoyment, she could guide Johnnie's fingers into the lush heat; feel them finally push deep into her cunt. When she rolled forward again, they retracted. What if someone noticed what they were doing and drew attention to it? In this dim lighting, could they detect the subtle movement in Johnnie's arm as he wriggled his fingers?

The danger of her situation exhilarated her. Penny tried to imagine her husband's face if he discovered what she was up to. Suppose he ordered her to get up, strip off her clothes for all to see her naked body. Bend her over his lap, forcing her thighs apart, to show her juicy, hairy cunt to the others. Open its aroused lips for all to see the oozing entrance to her secret. Humiliate her. Slap her bottom. But, it was when Johnnie started to fondle her clitoris with the obvious intention of bringing her to an orgasm that Penny really began to panic. Her fantasy had already heightened her thrill, bringing her closer to an unavoidable climax. She realised that Johnnie was very good at stimulating the little female trigger. It had become his turn to tease her! That was not her plan at all. Her vague thought was to bring him off, to see how he covered up ejaculating in his trousers whilst joining in the chatter. But that's not how it was working out! Her own loins were boiling with arousal. Her knickers were soaking. Her breathing was getting patchy; her voice becoming hoarse. Fever pitch was nearing. People would begin to notice; to wonder what was wrong with her. With a deep breath, she gathered her wits, turning to smile sweetly at Johnnie.

'Excuse me. Must go to the toilet, darling.'

She gave him a second to withdraw his hand from beneath her skirt before standing. No-one was taking any notice. No-one for one moment would think that she was being groped. Smoothing down the skirt as she walked out of the room, Penny sighed with relief. She had discovered that being secretly felt up in the company of others was a fantastic new thrill for her. Johnnie was really a audacious devil. Someone to reckon with. No-one else she could think of would have had the sheer nerve to try that on. Try to bring her off in front of friends. She admired his debauchery. It excited her beyond belief. Once in the toilet she was so turned on, that she quickly brought herself off before carefully cleaned up the sticky mess covering her genitals. Then she changed into clean knickers she had the foresight to bring with her. As she cleaned up, Penny thought of ways of taking the affair further. She was enjoying Johnnie. He could be fun, she thought. There was only five days before she and Mary had booked themselves a week-end in London. They had planned to travel on Friday afternoon and to share a twin room at the Bedford Hotel. Johnnie went to London fairly often on business, she thought. If only he could join them and stay overnight. That would be fun.

Back in the lounge, made bold with the drink, others were all flirting, opening kissing and fondling. Some in the other room were furtively fondling breasts and crotches as they danced. Palms rubbed hard bulges in front of trousers. Fingers rubbed nipples and caressed breasts. Others just stood in corners, drinking and smoking. They talked away whilst their companions swayed and snogged.

Johnnie was not to be seen. Penelope looked round for him. He was, in fact, in the grip of the young Jayne. After Penny had rushed off, he had smiled to himself at her plight, and sniffed his sticky fingers long and deep as he went to the downstairs toilet to relieve his hard-on. The toilet door opened and, coming out was the inebriated Jayne. She took one look over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, before dragging him back into the small room. Before he knew what was happening, she had unzipped his flies to pull out his half-rigid cock. Pushing down his trousers, she forced him onto the toilet seat. Lifting her skirt, she straddled him. With unrestrained urgency, she forced his cock into her eager wet fanny. The young lass, wild with lust, bounced up and down with great vigour on him. Johnnie was terrified someone would hear her panting grunts until, thankfully, he exploded inside her. This was enough to bring her to her own violent, squirming, jerking orgasm. Without saying a word, she stood up and quickly left the room. A dazed Johnnie locked the door, and redressed himself. Cold water splashed over his face brought him round enough to regain his composure to go back to the lounge. There was Penelope, looking round for him. It was after her brief affair with Johnnie had ended that Penny was told of this incident with Jayne in the downstairs toilet. She just smiled, shaking her head in wonder at the sheer impudence of the man.

What a night this is turning out to be, Johnnie thought. Everyone seems to want me to fuck them. Probably my wife as well when she's finished with the others!

Penny came up to him. 'Get me drink, lover-boy.' she whispered. 'You were very close to making it. I was ready to take off!'

He smiled. They sidled into the kitchen where the bottles and empty glasses were scattered over every available top. Whilst he poured her a vodka and bitter lemon, she asked him if he was due to go to London the following week.

'Probably,' he told he. 'But I'm not sure when. Towards the end of the week.'

'Excellent!' And she told him of her plans to spend the week-end there with her friend Mary. 'Why not join us for a night at the theatre? We could have a meal first and get back to the hotel for a night-cap.'

'Only a night-cap?'

'Well, we'll have to see how it goes.'

'There'll be Mary, remember.'

'I'm sure she won't mind.'

'That might be arranged, I think.'

'Will Charity mind?'

'Why should she?'

'Oh, well, you know how people gossip.'

'She might take advantage of it herself – who knows?'

Johnnie looked carefully at Penelope. 'You really are an extra-ordinary woman. Beautiful and enigmatic. So elegant and self-assured. No-one would think that beneath the refined and highly polished exterior lies a filthy, debauched slut, dying to be fucked.'

She smiled sweetly at him. 'Well - there you go.'

'Do you enjoy talking dirty?'

'Yes! As a matter of fact I do. It's quite piquant. I've never done it with anyone else before. What excites even more is the thought that the others probably think we're discussing the play, or some such serious stuff. If they knew we were talking sex, orgasms and ejaculations, they'd be staggered.'

He laughed quietly. 'If they knew I'd nearly brought you off in front of them, they'd be even more surprised.'

'The mind boggles, darling. It really boggles!'

'Does your husband talk dirty to you.'

'Good heavens, no! He knows I'd slap his face if he dared to.'

'Why, then, did you marry him?'

'Position, darling. Position, rank and money. Oh, and a beautiful house.'

'Not love, then?'

'Don't be silly. What's love?'

'You are an unfeeling hussy.'

'I know!'

'But you really turn me on.'

'Same here. The sheer bloody cheek of feeling me up in front of all our friends. I mean! That really takes the biscuit.'

'I very nearly fucked you, you know. My cock was poised for penetration. Only a zip fastener stood between us.'

Penelope winced a little at his use of the four-letter word again, though when Johnnie spoke it, it seemed quite natural, somehow.

'I never thought I'd ever be grateful to a zip-fastener, darling. But I am.'

'Yes, that might have been too much. Couldn't have sperm swilling all over your dress and my trousers, now, could we?'

'Goodness. The very idea drains the colour from my cheeks as far as to my shoes.'

'Still, I was tempted.'

'I know! I could feel your temptation for myself. In fact, at one stage I thought you were going to be foolhardy enough. But, alas, no.'

'I was worried in case your abundant juices stained the front of my trousers.'

'Even so, to try to bring me to orgasm in front of them all. Really! Was that fair?'

'Was trying to have me ejaculate in my trousers fair?'

'You nearly did though,' she laughed lightly. 'That would have been fun. I'd love to have seen your face.'

'And so did you! That would have been greater fun.'

'As it is, my knickers were sopping.'

'Ah! Your body was getting impatient for the natural act.'

She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

'I never knew you were a professional philanderer. I always thought you were a serious minded person.'

'So I am. Serious about sex!'

'Look, Johnnie. Our train gets in at three fifty. We'll get a taxi to the Bedford. Join us at four-thirty for tea and biscuits. Then we shall decide which theatre to visit.'

'You're on!'

'Meantime, behave!'

'You bring out the worst in me darling.'

'Ah! You mean I raise your expectation.'

Several friends appearing to fill glasses and nibble at the remains of the food, laughing and chatting, ended their discussion.

Later that night, lying in her soft bed, Penny thought over the events of the evening. Her hands strayed down to her groin to play gently with the soft puffy lips, still moist with the excitement at having Johnnie feel them so furtively. She was still astonished by his audacity. But she had not had the chance yet of feeling his genitals. That didn't seem fair. Her chance would come. How would they feel, she wondered? Meantime, her loins were demanding more attention, with the provocation of her sensitive fingers massaging and teasing her labia and clit. Penny's mind was drawn to the feelings developing deep in her loins. With closed eyes, she imagined being penetrated by Johnnie, his lips suckling her nipples. Her fingers worked faster on her clit. The fluttering grew more intense – the tension grew inside her. Her body began to shake with the mounting exhilaration, the waist arching upwards, muscles clenched. Breathing became irregular. The pressure was building up. Oh God! It was coming – keep coming! Muscles clutched at her loins. It was almost unbearable! Fingers grasping at her clit – rubbing hard. Then the sudden explosion – the release of all the pent up sensation. She cried out in agony. Her legs trembled. Her loins shook violently. It went on and on! Wonderful! The tension was finally released by a succession of violent jerks until she lay exhausted, her vulva cupped in her palm.

Sleep came quickly.

Johnnie had his secretary make the arrangements for him. Two nights in the Bonnington followed by Friday night in the Bedford. As arranged, Johnnie appeared there with his luggage to check in at three thirty. He was sitting in the lounge reading a paper when Penelope and Mary arrived. As he lowered the paper, Penelope saw him. Her face broke into a laugh.

'Just look who's here,' she said in some surprise to Mary. 'Well, well!'

Leaving Mary to complete the checking in, she glided elegantly into the public lounge, arm extended, wrist slack. Not a strand of her auburn hair out of place. Her finely painted lips and green eyes sparkled. Johnnie was dumb-struck. Such a vision of poise and beauty! Wow!

'Darling!' she cried, as Johnnie stood, took the hand and kissed it in gallant fashion. 'How lovely to see you here. Now, give me time to tell Mary about our plans, then join us in about fifteen minutes.'

'Do you mean to say she doesn't know?'

'No, darling. No point in telling her until I knew for certain you'd be here. But don't worry, she's rather hoping to see her own paramour this evening, if she can prise him away from his fireside and wife.'

'Paramour? Mary?'

'You remember. John Wilson, the film actor. Met her on location in Keighley. Fell for him hook, line and sinker.'

'And he her?'

'Don't be silly. She was available. Just used her. I call it rape, but there you are. Apparently she enjoyed it. Wants more. Tell all later, darling. Fifteen minutes.'

Mary was surprised but pleased. She had wanted a foursome. Johnnie was prevailed on to phone the film actor and pretend old friends; explain about Mary and invite him out for dinner. He said sorry, but he couldn't. No amount of persuasion could change his mind. Johnnie could hear his wife in the background telling him to go and enjoy himself. But that was that. The message to Johnnie was clear. He didn't want to be involved. Mary was an emotional woman. Deeply passionate and very beautiful. Her ivory blonde hair, her pale complexion were very attractive. No doubt he was seduced by her looks - or she by his.